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With the millions of UC BERKELEY LJ Community posts, reading my "Friends" page has become a daunting and boring task.
And that's the end of that segment. Moving on...
Wednesday night I laid down my head for a quick nap before needing to study for a History mid-term. I woke up 90 minutes later to the sounds of college-aged idiots skateboarding down my hallway, the suite-mates playing nintendo for the 1,960-th straight hour, and this loud buzzing/vibration sound in the corner of my room, which I like to call "le office."
It turns out that the buzzing/vibration sound was my cute little mac telling me he's sad. Super, super sad! So sad that it will take hundreds of dollars to make him happy again, and being the good father I am, I'm paying it.
Now, let's backtrack:
When I heard the sound, I assumed my radiator was about to explode and I would be impaled by radio-active heating equipment, or that my fish had reincarnated itself as a cell-phone in silent mode, which wouldn't stop ringing.
I searched the entire corner up and down, but failed to look at my laptop because the image of a twirling and happy screen saver hid the fact that my mac was crying for me.
When I realized that my computer was in distress, I'm pretty sure I shit my pants and had a minor stroke.
I immediately remembered that I had failed to back-up thousands of documents, which doesn't begin to include the pictures, emails, or music that I now miss. Luckily, I had deleted all my porn because I wanted to get some new stuff - so there was no sexual disappointment.
The irony in this situation is that I just spend a large sum of money on plane tickets to China. After the purchase, I said to my mom "Well, the worst that could happen now is that my computer could break." HAH! EXACTLY one week later, I'm crying. To make the irony WORSE, I had discussed the option of purchasing an external hard-drive to back-up my computer while home on spring break. Unfortunately, we never got around to pricing or purchasing. Who's the idiot now?! errrr.
On Wednesday night Thursday morning, I went ahead and recreated the wheel for the third annual charity drag show I was putting on the same night, called "Fit For A Queen." I didn't have much choice, but to recreate the wheel, as this event was thousands of dollars in the making.
I eventually did get some rest at around 5:00AM, after smoking a pack of cigarettes and jacking off in the shower to calm myself down. Unfortunately, I didn't actually get to do those fun activities I just mentioned, but I did finish what I needed to get done for the next day in order not to die.
Later Thursday morning, at 8:11AM to be exact, one of my program managers woke me up with a phone call to inform me that the University Health Services was backing out of their established commitment for whatever reason.
I yelled, yawned, and insisted that they still provide us with the "supplies" they were originally intended to provide.
I won. They provided.
I was also informed that one of our projected expenses was double the amount I had budgeted for and that we needed a miracle. For me, miracles are called phoning your supervisor, complaining, and receiving access to the companies charge account.
At 9:00AM, I was off to the nearest Apple Retail Store in Emeryville to deal with my sad computer. Previously, I was unable to make an online "Genius Bar"(TM) appointment. I figured that arriving right at the store before opening would allot me a spot on the stand-by line, or to be squeezed in after hours of commitment in standing next to the bar waiting for service.
Unfortunately, this bar had no alcohol and after two hours of pure standing, I lost.
Apple won. I went home.
Working on three hours of sleep, realizing that your entire electronic existence is in jeopardy, and that you have a multi-thousand dollar program to throw in 8 hours is very stressful. I don't know how I survived, but I do know that somewhere along the way, I really did masturbate in the shower and ate an order of cheese fries from the grungiest campus restaurant.
It's the little things in life that keep you going! :o
Late hours into the night, or so it felt, I was dealing the problems and needs of San Francisco Drag Queens, and watching them perform as they violated a number of clauses in our behavior & content contract. I hadn't actually eaten a meal or regained complete consciousness, but had showered and prepped myself to look fabulous. I was wearing the new shoes that everyone loved and a shirt that could only be described as an array of Easter and Brokeback Mountain combined. To top it all off, I had knock-off D&G sunglasses to cover my bloodshot eyes, and a pair of form fitting jeans that really accentuate my ripe buttocks.
Cleaning up after the show was pretty easy; although, I was told I couldn't steal the extra plastic cups with the "CAL" logo on them or the extra napkins with an official University of California, Berkeley logo on them in the center. Instead, I went home, had a discussion on self-defense courses, and ate the best cheeseburger of my life at 'The Den - After Hours' cafe.
I'd like to say that I was in bed at midnight, but that would be a lie. I was able to talk my NACURH 2006 National Conference co-hort Cyn to take a look at my iBook. Being an apple enthusiast and avid RESCOMP employee, Cyn was just the person who I knew could tell me that after hours of difficult labour, my problems were most likely hard-drive related and I was figuratively fucked. Being the good person that she is, Cyn didn't tell me that. But she did tell me that she had done everything she knew she could, and had made an apple appointment for me at 12-Noon the next day.
The rest of the night is a blurr, and most of Friday morning is, too! I know that nothing cool happened; such as sex, drugs, or rock & roll. I only wish it did, because I spent 4 hours standing at the Apple store waiting for the friendly genius "Carlos" to help me. I had Rubios for the second day in a row, bought some "Old-Navy" boxers that reminded me of plaid - because it was plaid, and found some bitchin' t-shirts for ten bucks! Oh, and I had the most amazing Tea at "Hot Cups," and bought some "See's" Candy for Tori & myself.
One external hard drive, seventy-six gray hairs, and a quick credit card charge later, I find out that my hard-drive needs to be replaced for unmentioned reasons. A 2-hour file transfer retrieved my documents, but I had to part with all music, pictures, and e-mails. Again, there was no porn on my computer. Okay, Okay... I had a picture titled "OverFlow.jpg" but I don't think I need to get into details here, and it was the only one!!! I SWEAR! ;)
Two bus rides later, I'm at work from 5-10PM reading about Islamic Sermon Cassette Tapes, and their effect on traditional Islamic practices in a modern society, wishing I was asleep. Then I played "StarCraft Brood Wars" for two hours in the computing center, and FINALLY went to sleep.
Today is Sunday. I haven't done anything worth mentioning.
And that's the end of that segment. Moving on...
Wednesday night I laid down my head for a quick nap before needing to study for a History mid-term. I woke up 90 minutes later to the sounds of college-aged idiots skateboarding down my hallway, the suite-mates playing nintendo for the 1,960-th straight hour, and this loud buzzing/vibration sound in the corner of my room, which I like to call "le office."
It turns out that the buzzing/vibration sound was my cute little mac telling me he's sad. Super, super sad! So sad that it will take hundreds of dollars to make him happy again, and being the good father I am, I'm paying it.
Now, let's backtrack:
When I heard the sound, I assumed my radiator was about to explode and I would be impaled by radio-active heating equipment, or that my fish had reincarnated itself as a cell-phone in silent mode, which wouldn't stop ringing.
I searched the entire corner up and down, but failed to look at my laptop because the image of a twirling and happy screen saver hid the fact that my mac was crying for me.
When I realized that my computer was in distress, I'm pretty sure I shit my pants and had a minor stroke.
I immediately remembered that I had failed to back-up thousands of documents, which doesn't begin to include the pictures, emails, or music that I now miss. Luckily, I had deleted all my porn because I wanted to get some new stuff - so there was no sexual disappointment.
The irony in this situation is that I just spend a large sum of money on plane tickets to China. After the purchase, I said to my mom "Well, the worst that could happen now is that my computer could break." HAH! EXACTLY one week later, I'm crying. To make the irony WORSE, I had discussed the option of purchasing an external hard-drive to back-up my computer while home on spring break. Unfortunately, we never got around to pricing or purchasing. Who's the idiot now?! errrr.
On Wednesday night Thursday morning, I went ahead and recreated the wheel for the third annual charity drag show I was putting on the same night, called "Fit For A Queen." I didn't have much choice, but to recreate the wheel, as this event was thousands of dollars in the making.
I eventually did get some rest at around 5:00AM, after smoking a pack of cigarettes and jacking off in the shower to calm myself down. Unfortunately, I didn't actually get to do those fun activities I just mentioned, but I did finish what I needed to get done for the next day in order not to die.
Later Thursday morning, at 8:11AM to be exact, one of my program managers woke me up with a phone call to inform me that the University Health Services was backing out of their established commitment for whatever reason.
I yelled, yawned, and insisted that they still provide us with the "supplies" they were originally intended to provide.
I won. They provided.
I was also informed that one of our projected expenses was double the amount I had budgeted for and that we needed a miracle. For me, miracles are called phoning your supervisor, complaining, and receiving access to the companies charge account.
At 9:00AM, I was off to the nearest Apple Retail Store in Emeryville to deal with my sad computer. Previously, I was unable to make an online "Genius Bar"(TM) appointment. I figured that arriving right at the store before opening would allot me a spot on the stand-by line, or to be squeezed in after hours of commitment in standing next to the bar waiting for service.
Unfortunately, this bar had no alcohol and after two hours of pure standing, I lost.
Apple won. I went home.
Working on three hours of sleep, realizing that your entire electronic existence is in jeopardy, and that you have a multi-thousand dollar program to throw in 8 hours is very stressful. I don't know how I survived, but I do know that somewhere along the way, I really did masturbate in the shower and ate an order of cheese fries from the grungiest campus restaurant.
It's the little things in life that keep you going! :o
Late hours into the night, or so it felt, I was dealing the problems and needs of San Francisco Drag Queens, and watching them perform as they violated a number of clauses in our behavior & content contract. I hadn't actually eaten a meal or regained complete consciousness, but had showered and prepped myself to look fabulous. I was wearing the new shoes that everyone loved and a shirt that could only be described as an array of Easter and Brokeback Mountain combined. To top it all off, I had knock-off D&G sunglasses to cover my bloodshot eyes, and a pair of form fitting jeans that really accentuate my ripe buttocks.
Cleaning up after the show was pretty easy; although, I was told I couldn't steal the extra plastic cups with the "CAL" logo on them or the extra napkins with an official University of California, Berkeley logo on them in the center. Instead, I went home, had a discussion on self-defense courses, and ate the best cheeseburger of my life at 'The Den - After Hours' cafe.
I'd like to say that I was in bed at midnight, but that would be a lie. I was able to talk my NACURH 2006 National Conference co-hort Cyn to take a look at my iBook. Being an apple enthusiast and avid RESCOMP employee, Cyn was just the person who I knew could tell me that after hours of difficult labour, my problems were most likely hard-drive related and I was figuratively fucked. Being the good person that she is, Cyn didn't tell me that. But she did tell me that she had done everything she knew she could, and had made an apple appointment for me at 12-Noon the next day.
The rest of the night is a blurr, and most of Friday morning is, too! I know that nothing cool happened; such as sex, drugs, or rock & roll. I only wish it did, because I spent 4 hours standing at the Apple store waiting for the friendly genius "Carlos" to help me. I had Rubios for the second day in a row, bought some "Old-Navy" boxers that reminded me of plaid - because it was plaid, and found some bitchin' t-shirts for ten bucks! Oh, and I had the most amazing Tea at "Hot Cups," and bought some "See's" Candy for Tori & myself.
One external hard drive, seventy-six gray hairs, and a quick credit card charge later, I find out that my hard-drive needs to be replaced for unmentioned reasons. A 2-hour file transfer retrieved my documents, but I had to part with all music, pictures, and e-mails. Again, there was no porn on my computer. Okay, Okay... I had a picture titled "OverFlow.jpg" but I don't think I need to get into details here, and it was the only one!!! I SWEAR! ;)
Two bus rides later, I'm at work from 5-10PM reading about Islamic Sermon Cassette Tapes, and their effect on traditional Islamic practices in a modern society, wishing I was asleep. Then I played "StarCraft Brood Wars" for two hours in the computing center, and FINALLY went to sleep.
Today is Sunday. I haven't done anything worth mentioning.