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I angst out too much. I'm gonna slow the angst down for a little bit. Maybe I'll just bitch about things. I don't even know what to write. Still no job. I've been applying and no one's taking. Probably because of my lack luster job history on my resume. It holds one job. One. I held for two weeks in 2007. Fucking fail. Please hire me, I won't fuck up. Believe me. I'm good at what I do. I'm a professional.
Laur's birthday is coming up. I don't even know what to get her. I would look on amazon but i forgot whether or not i'm still boycotting it. My mother bought IO and matched it with three movie stations. I'm just glad I get E! and Logo oooh and the oxygen channel. Roseanne marathon today was full of amazing.
They don't make enough LGBT books that aren't in the young adult section. I took out Grl2Grl and Define "Normal" yesterday from the library. Grl2Grl was pretty good. I liked the open ended incredibly short stories. I don't think Define "Normal" is part of the LGBT book thing but still by Julie Anne Peters. I'm so sick of reading young adult but I can't get enough. Probably because not so long ago I wanted to be a young adult writer. Whatever.
I've also conquered some Leslie Simon. Recentally finished: Wish You Were Here: An Essential Guide To Your Favorite Music Scenes-From Punk To Indie And Everything In Between. It was a fun read and I learned a lot of neat things. I now know how to be elitist in the punk/indie world. It was also neato how Long Island had it's own chapter. I'm also in the middle of/almost done with: Everybody Hurts: An Essential Guide to Emo Culture. Also by Leslie Simon but also wtih Trevor Kelley. So far this is my favorite of the two. I'm more emo than I thought I was. It comes with chapters on how/what to dress, watch, read, listen to, eat, ect..as an emo. Amazement. It will also tell me how to spend the rest of my years when my emo self turns the ripe OLD age of 27[adulthood] and beyond (what I count as getting up there). Do emo's even make it up to 27? I doubt it.
Back to IO. For some reason my modem/router/thingymajiggy will not give me internet on my laptop. We even went and got shitty linksys and that still didn't work. I stumbled onto my neighbor's network and they have been my supplier ever since. I wouldn't call it stealing. I would call it borrowing. We still pay for internet since the modem/router/boxfromHell runs my phone service. So I'm still essentially paying for it. Just not really using it. My mom decides it would be a good idea to tell the IO guy when he came. She thinks he will fix our internet problems. He will not fix my internet problems. I know this because I am not stupid. My mom thinks of herself as a computer genius(also fire marshal, singer, world class chef, therapist, ect) because she recovered my desktop oh so many times. Of course she did this directed by the Dell people, who like my doctor, I can never understand (i try really hard) and I just yes them to death (which is how I accquired my Effexor XR prescription two years go. But that's a different story for another day.) Lucky her, she has an ear for accents and can fix a computer with assistance. That makes her Bill Gates. Anyway she's stumped so she tells our IO guy. He should be busy making my E! come back..but no he fiddles with my laptop and thus turns off my wireless through some weird settings he bought up which I didn't catch. Nor was I paying attention because Melinda was coming over and we were going to the movies. And that was more important and than some 23 year old with a receeding hairline fucking with my connection (boy was I wrong). I come home later in the evening and try to get on the internet to check my email. I can't get on. My wireless button is still off. I click it on. But it doesn't turn on. I ran through my laptop trying to find this magic setting. (I bet which is fairly easy to find and I'm just dumb and impatient). Out of anger and just simple "I'm too good to figure this shit out" I recovered my laptop. I lost like 7GB's of music, my documents, pictures, ect. It was all very bitter/sweet. My laptop is mega fast. But I have nothing to listen to. But I do have a wall charger for my ipod. But I have to put in all my old programs in AGAIN. Bitterfuckingsweet.
I also have no cellphone. Bitch shattered. I won't devulge how or why cause then I have to bring the angst out. And as I said before ANGST OUT!
I'm going to bed. Or i'm gonna pretend to.
Night.
Laur's birthday is coming up. I don't even know what to get her. I would look on amazon but i forgot whether or not i'm still boycotting it. My mother bought IO and matched it with three movie stations. I'm just glad I get E! and Logo oooh and the oxygen channel. Roseanne marathon today was full of amazing.
They don't make enough LGBT books that aren't in the young adult section. I took out Grl2Grl and Define "Normal" yesterday from the library. Grl2Grl was pretty good. I liked the open ended incredibly short stories. I don't think Define "Normal" is part of the LGBT book thing but still by Julie Anne Peters. I'm so sick of reading young adult but I can't get enough. Probably because not so long ago I wanted to be a young adult writer. Whatever.
I've also conquered some Leslie Simon. Recentally finished: Wish You Were Here: An Essential Guide To Your Favorite Music Scenes-From Punk To Indie And Everything In Between. It was a fun read and I learned a lot of neat things. I now know how to be elitist in the punk/indie world. It was also neato how Long Island had it's own chapter. I'm also in the middle of/almost done with: Everybody Hurts: An Essential Guide to Emo Culture. Also by Leslie Simon but also wtih Trevor Kelley. So far this is my favorite of the two. I'm more emo than I thought I was. It comes with chapters on how/what to dress, watch, read, listen to, eat, ect..as an emo. Amazement. It will also tell me how to spend the rest of my years when my emo self turns the ripe OLD age of 27[adulthood] and beyond (what I count as getting up there). Do emo's even make it up to 27? I doubt it.
Back to IO. For some reason my modem/router/thingymajiggy will not give me internet on my laptop. We even went and got shitty linksys and that still didn't work. I stumbled onto my neighbor's network and they have been my supplier ever since. I wouldn't call it stealing. I would call it borrowing. We still pay for internet since the modem/router/boxfromHell runs my phone service. So I'm still essentially paying for it. Just not really using it. My mom decides it would be a good idea to tell the IO guy when he came. She thinks he will fix our internet problems. He will not fix my internet problems. I know this because I am not stupid. My mom thinks of herself as a computer genius(also fire marshal, singer, world class chef, therapist, ect) because she recovered my desktop oh so many times. Of course she did this directed by the Dell people, who like my doctor, I can never understand (i try really hard) and I just yes them to death (which is how I accquired my Effexor XR prescription two years go. But that's a different story for another day.) Lucky her, she has an ear for accents and can fix a computer with assistance. That makes her Bill Gates. Anyway she's stumped so she tells our IO guy. He should be busy making my E! come back..but no he fiddles with my laptop and thus turns off my wireless through some weird settings he bought up which I didn't catch. Nor was I paying attention because Melinda was coming over and we were going to the movies. And that was more important and than some 23 year old with a receeding hairline fucking with my connection (boy was I wrong). I come home later in the evening and try to get on the internet to check my email. I can't get on. My wireless button is still off. I click it on. But it doesn't turn on. I ran through my laptop trying to find this magic setting. (I bet which is fairly easy to find and I'm just dumb and impatient). Out of anger and just simple "I'm too good to figure this shit out" I recovered my laptop. I lost like 7GB's of music, my documents, pictures, ect. It was all very bitter/sweet. My laptop is mega fast. But I have nothing to listen to. But I do have a wall charger for my ipod. But I have to put in all my old programs in AGAIN. Bitterfuckingsweet.
I also have no cellphone. Bitch shattered. I won't devulge how or why cause then I have to bring the angst out. And as I said before ANGST OUT!
I'm going to bed. Or i'm gonna pretend to.
Night.