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I seem to have blown out the left speaker on my laptop listening to The Hush Sound's "Echo" last night. At least I think it was "Echo." I know it was The Hush Sound. It's not like any of their stuff is particularly loud, I can't believe one of their songs did it. Yes I had it up full volume, but it's not like they're a particularly loud band. Goodbye Blues sounds a lot different without the left speaker, but there's no noticeable difference on Like Vines or So Sudden. At some point I need to find out how I can fix this. Buying the accidental damage extended warranty was wise, y/mfy? MFY.
My dad is now on Facebook. I find this incredibly disturbing. I was giving him a mini-tour over the phone that consisted of where the search bar is, which cousins have a page, and a warning that he should never Facebook people he works with unless he actually wants to know that they shotgun crappy beer and make out with random people in their underwear for all the internet to see. And also that I'm glad I've never been one or been friends with people who do that.
Whenever older family members make Facebook pages they seem to say it as, "Guess what, I finally joined Facebook" like you've just been waiting for them to make a page since the inception of the site. Am I really in the minority here for thinking that all these people over the age of 50 using Facebook is kind of really weird? If you have to have the search bar explained to you, you're probably too old for a social networking website?
I'm very, very glad that I've kept my Facebook and LJ pages separate. It's special enough explaining how being Facebook married to my roommate does not mean that I am dating her, I think trying to explain fandom and fanfic to my dad would break my brain.
I wish I knew what to say to that advisor on Monday. I'm. I'd really like to call and cancel, I'd really like to not deal with it, I fucking hate crying in the middle of a cube farm. I can't believe it's so close. I think I'm going to schedule a meeting with my supervising manager about applying within the company for next week, because I don't think I can handle going from talking to them to talking to him in under an hour. I honestly think there's going to be no point to talking to another advisor, that the asshole I talk to is going to say that no, appealing it would be a waste of your time and you are a little liar fuck up who deserves to get an F, it doesn't matter that your mother died or that she would be disappointed or that you're so embarrassed and ashamed about screwing up that class that you worked yourself into a blind panic over it before you could even admit to anyone that you were in trouble and you still can't tell your dad about. Caring and compassionate guidance through your time at the university my ass.
I. I need to stop thinking about this. Making myself get worked up about it won't do any good, and fuck the advisor if he laughs at me and calls me names, this class isn't going to prevent me from graduating and I'm on track with completing all my other credits just fine, I'll probably never need to step foot in the advising office again ever. And if he is the asshole who denied my petition, I can probably make it through the entire (probable) 15-minute meeting without calling him a dickface (probably). And then I will get coffee with the gift card my other roommate gave me for Christmas and chill out until Photography. Which will probably get out early. And if I call one of my roommates sounding like I might cry, one of them might come and pick me up.
Anyway. I need to stop thinking about this. It really will be fine, probably.
My dad is now on Facebook. I find this incredibly disturbing. I was giving him a mini-tour over the phone that consisted of where the search bar is, which cousins have a page, and a warning that he should never Facebook people he works with unless he actually wants to know that they shotgun crappy beer and make out with random people in their underwear for all the internet to see. And also that I'm glad I've never been one or been friends with people who do that.
Whenever older family members make Facebook pages they seem to say it as, "Guess what, I finally joined Facebook" like you've just been waiting for them to make a page since the inception of the site. Am I really in the minority here for thinking that all these people over the age of 50 using Facebook is kind of really weird? If you have to have the search bar explained to you, you're probably too old for a social networking website?
I'm very, very glad that I've kept my Facebook and LJ pages separate. It's special enough explaining how being Facebook married to my roommate does not mean that I am dating her, I think trying to explain fandom and fanfic to my dad would break my brain.
I wish I knew what to say to that advisor on Monday. I'm. I'd really like to call and cancel, I'd really like to not deal with it, I fucking hate crying in the middle of a cube farm. I can't believe it's so close. I think I'm going to schedule a meeting with my supervising manager about applying within the company for next week, because I don't think I can handle going from talking to them to talking to him in under an hour. I honestly think there's going to be no point to talking to another advisor, that the asshole I talk to is going to say that no, appealing it would be a waste of your time and you are a little liar fuck up who deserves to get an F, it doesn't matter that your mother died or that she would be disappointed or that you're so embarrassed and ashamed about screwing up that class that you worked yourself into a blind panic over it before you could even admit to anyone that you were in trouble and you still can't tell your dad about. Caring and compassionate guidance through your time at the university my ass.
I. I need to stop thinking about this. Making myself get worked up about it won't do any good, and fuck the advisor if he laughs at me and calls me names, this class isn't going to prevent me from graduating and I'm on track with completing all my other credits just fine, I'll probably never need to step foot in the advising office again ever. And if he is the asshole who denied my petition, I can probably make it through the entire (probable) 15-minute meeting without calling him a dickface (probably). And then I will get coffee with the gift card my other roommate gave me for Christmas and chill out until Photography. Which will probably get out early. And if I call one of my roommates sounding like I might cry, one of them might come and pick me up.
Anyway. I need to stop thinking about this. It really will be fine, probably.