War, peace, and toothpaste.
Wow, this is nostalgic.
Here, I am, at my local library, on their computer, posting to LiveJournal.
Why am I at my local library, as opposed to at home on my perfectly good computer, you may ask? Because the universe hates me, I'll reply.
Last week, everything was fine. I had just finished tweaking my PC slightly, and I was playing Team Fortress 2 at 60 frames per second with all settings on high. Life was good.
Some time later, things started going awry. The desktop was unresponsive, along with other wierd things. Thinking that maybe it was having overheating problems, as it has in the past, I turned it off. When I next turned it on, instead of a nice, inviting green light coming from the power switch, it was an angry orange light. I rolled up my sleeves and dove in head first, but could find nothing physically wrong with the computer. "Well, darn. No more TF2 for me." I think. "At least I have the other hopelessly ancient PC so I will at least have internet!" Well, wouldn't you know it, something's wrong with the OTHER computer as well!
Though, in that case, I know it has to do with the RAM. Just get a new RAM stick, and all is well. The problem is that the other PC is SO old, that finding compatable RAM sticks for it would be nigh impossible. So yeah. That's why I'm here, at my local library.
I hope Dre doesn't hate me. I dunno. Whatever.
Let me tell you about the exciting morning I've had.
It started at 3AM, when my sister's alarm went off. As it turns out, she accidentally set it two hours early. No biggie. She re-sets it for the proper time, rolls back over, and goes back to sleep. Oh, wait, that's what a NORMAL person would do. My sister proceeds to do something a little different. She wakes up, takes a shower, gets dressed, and makes herself breakfast, at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. This wouldn't be so bad, except for two things. 1) She KNOWS it's three in the morning, and 2) She seems to think the whole house should be up when she is! She comes in, turns lights on, and chastises me and my brother for being asleep when the day is about to begin. My mother, having gone to bed maybe four hours prior, gets up and begins to yell to my sister about how much of an inconsiderate git she's being, to which she responds with threatening to call child protective services because mom is being mentally abusive.
I consider myself lucky. For some wierd reason, I was exausted yesterday, and I crashed around 7PM. I had had plenty of sleep. This doesn't change the fact that I was angry at my sister for getting up at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. So we spent the next three hours trying to explain to my sister that getting everyone up at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING is not a good thing to do, but none of this actually gets to her, because she's convinced that my mom and I are liars and we lie about everything to get our way, and we're lazy and just want to go back to sleep and none of us have jobs, and mom just wants custody of the kids so she can have more money to spend on herself and blah blah blah blah...
Point is, she thought it was okey to get everyone up at 3AM because she herself was awake at 3AM, and she's always right about everything, ever.
The whole event culminated with my sister slamming the front door at around 6AM, screaming and in tears, because no one in this house understands her, and mom is mentally abusive, and she's going to call CPS because mom yelled at her.
I have never wanted to curb-stomp someone so hard in my life.
Here, I am, at my local library, on their computer, posting to LiveJournal.
Why am I at my local library, as opposed to at home on my perfectly good computer, you may ask? Because the universe hates me, I'll reply.
Last week, everything was fine. I had just finished tweaking my PC slightly, and I was playing Team Fortress 2 at 60 frames per second with all settings on high. Life was good.
Some time later, things started going awry. The desktop was unresponsive, along with other wierd things. Thinking that maybe it was having overheating problems, as it has in the past, I turned it off. When I next turned it on, instead of a nice, inviting green light coming from the power switch, it was an angry orange light. I rolled up my sleeves and dove in head first, but could find nothing physically wrong with the computer. "Well, darn. No more TF2 for me." I think. "At least I have the other hopelessly ancient PC so I will at least have internet!" Well, wouldn't you know it, something's wrong with the OTHER computer as well!
Though, in that case, I know it has to do with the RAM. Just get a new RAM stick, and all is well. The problem is that the other PC is SO old, that finding compatable RAM sticks for it would be nigh impossible. So yeah. That's why I'm here, at my local library.
I hope Dre doesn't hate me. I dunno. Whatever.
Let me tell you about the exciting morning I've had.
It started at 3AM, when my sister's alarm went off. As it turns out, she accidentally set it two hours early. No biggie. She re-sets it for the proper time, rolls back over, and goes back to sleep. Oh, wait, that's what a NORMAL person would do. My sister proceeds to do something a little different. She wakes up, takes a shower, gets dressed, and makes herself breakfast, at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. This wouldn't be so bad, except for two things. 1) She KNOWS it's three in the morning, and 2) She seems to think the whole house should be up when she is! She comes in, turns lights on, and chastises me and my brother for being asleep when the day is about to begin. My mother, having gone to bed maybe four hours prior, gets up and begins to yell to my sister about how much of an inconsiderate git she's being, to which she responds with threatening to call child protective services because mom is being mentally abusive.
I consider myself lucky. For some wierd reason, I was exausted yesterday, and I crashed around 7PM. I had had plenty of sleep. This doesn't change the fact that I was angry at my sister for getting up at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. So we spent the next three hours trying to explain to my sister that getting everyone up at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING is not a good thing to do, but none of this actually gets to her, because she's convinced that my mom and I are liars and we lie about everything to get our way, and we're lazy and just want to go back to sleep and none of us have jobs, and mom just wants custody of the kids so she can have more money to spend on herself and blah blah blah blah...
Point is, she thought it was okey to get everyone up at 3AM because she herself was awake at 3AM, and she's always right about everything, ever.
The whole event culminated with my sister slamming the front door at around 6AM, screaming and in tears, because no one in this house understands her, and mom is mentally abusive, and she's going to call CPS because mom yelled at her.
I have never wanted to curb-stomp someone so hard in my life.