Ah yes, rage.
Not only is my laptop fucked, but now, like clockwork, I have broken my FUCKING iPOD. It still plays music... kind of. But the screen is all fucked. Can they replace JUST the screen/LCD on the new nanos, or am I going to have to shell out another fucking fortune for a new one. Either way, I'm so enraged by all this. The laptop I could handle, even if I wasn't happy about it... but this TOO?!
As an aside, I think my rage sort of boiled over when I told the panhandler at the corner of Yonge and Wellesley to "GET A DAMNED JOB"... yea... I bet everyone thought I was cool. Personally, after, I felt like an idiot that I let something as stupid as a broken iPod get at me. I guess I just really like having my iPod, I take it everywhere, the thought of it not working (in tandem with my laptop) is just frustrating. Oh well, they are just material things in the end.
Going to work soon... I planned on walking but as I had to come all the way up to Bloor to check my email and stuff at campus, I figured I might as well shell out the 2.75$ for the subway.
At least the library doesn't smell like feet like the internet cafe did. Actually, I'm in the really nice library, Pratt, that was all redone by Ikea. It's fancy and glass and stuff.
... there's a guy across from me who looks like me. Same hair colour, same glasses, same look of malcontent and cynicism... weiiiird. He just got up... he's shorter than I am. And his clothes are a little too Gap-meets-sadness for my liking, but otherwise, it's a pretty close likeness.
As an aside, I think my rage sort of boiled over when I told the panhandler at the corner of Yonge and Wellesley to "GET A DAMNED JOB"... yea... I bet everyone thought I was cool. Personally, after, I felt like an idiot that I let something as stupid as a broken iPod get at me. I guess I just really like having my iPod, I take it everywhere, the thought of it not working (in tandem with my laptop) is just frustrating. Oh well, they are just material things in the end.
Going to work soon... I planned on walking but as I had to come all the way up to Bloor to check my email and stuff at campus, I figured I might as well shell out the 2.75$ for the subway.
At least the library doesn't smell like feet like the internet cafe did. Actually, I'm in the really nice library, Pratt, that was all redone by Ikea. It's fancy and glass and stuff.
... there's a guy across from me who looks like me. Same hair colour, same glasses, same look of malcontent and cynicism... weiiiird. He just got up... he's shorter than I am. And his clothes are a little too Gap-meets-sadness for my liking, but otherwise, it's a pretty close likeness.