Molybdenum.
I am so very disgruntled with everyone and everything these days. I fear it's going to turn into a permanent state of being. Please excuse my whining.
- Despite being less than three years old, my laptop has turned into crap practically overnight. First, the wireless chip on the motherboard apparently decided to take a vacation back in April, causing me to spend sixty bucks on a USB external. Then in June, the power cord got chewed on by a rat while I was at the dig. A RAT. I live in an actual structure out there, mind, and that computer was less than a foot away from my head, and IT WAS CHEWED ON BY A RAT.
Well, it's easy enough for me to solder together the power cord, really. But then in June it started this aforementioned "I'm going to randomly decide to not engage my hard drive!" business... which has steadily grown worse and worse. Now it's a 60-40 chance AGAINST me that it won't even engage out of sleep mode. And now, out of the blue, the battery has suddenly decided that it's physically impossible to maintain a charge, even when plugged in. It's slowly dipped down from 100% to 22% over the past few weeks. The last time was when I had the thing turned off and drove for five hours to get back to school. It lost battery life while turned off.
-The person who lives above me is driving me insane. There's this - this SQUEAK between our floors, and his bed must rest directly on said squeak. Whatever. The point is that he is CONSTANTLY waking me up at TWO AM because that's apparently when he's going to bed. And by going to bed, I actually mean, WALKING ON TOP OF THE SQUEAK OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. And he knows it squeaks. I've told him this two times. I've called the Plant to tell him this. HE STILL DOES IT. Asshole.
-I have this ever looming sense of doom connected to my Honors project and to the GRE. I have been trying for WEEKS now to get in touch with the appropriate people to interview for my Honors project. I have twenty pages of research - no historical background fluffing, twenty pages of pure research - due on the 13th of November, and I haven't been able to start said research because, despite calling and e-mailing MULTIPLE times, I've had no response.
-My job is aggravating beyond belief. I'm either supposed to be picking seeds out of dirt, or researching slave holding records. Ironically, the people I need to talk to about the slave records are the SAME people who aren't responding to my Honors questions, so I'm spending a lot of time working with dirt. Except that I've had no guidance in WHAT to do with the dirt, and my professor's system makes no sense whatsoever. It's like I could organize it any way I wanted, which is not how it's supposed to work.
-I was hoping, really hoping, that just once I'd be able to patch together a class schedule that I liked. But not only are the classes offered incredibly paltry things, they also have time conflicts forwards and backwards, thus ensuring that my attempts to get all of my requirements fulfilled is possibly the most painstaking exercise in patience and problem solving, ever.
-And then there's NANOWRIMO, and the fact that I'd just rather be writing. I really would. I'd rather be creating something enjoyable for other people to read, rather than learn about slave records. I'm tired of school in general, but this is a bit more than that - I don't want to be an archaeologist or a librarian for life. I just don't. I mean, they're both fun jobs, and I'll do well in them, but what I really want to do is sit up late at night and write suspenses of belief.
And I'm desperately disappointed that I just can't do NANOWRIMO this year. I just can't. And it makes me want to drive a first through the wall. I won last year. I have plenty of ideas for this year. But there are literally not enough hours or days, and this makes me very, very bitter.
Whining time over. I have to go finish three time-wasting assignments, now.
- Despite being less than three years old, my laptop has turned into crap practically overnight. First, the wireless chip on the motherboard apparently decided to take a vacation back in April, causing me to spend sixty bucks on a USB external. Then in June, the power cord got chewed on by a rat while I was at the dig. A RAT. I live in an actual structure out there, mind, and that computer was less than a foot away from my head, and IT WAS CHEWED ON BY A RAT.
Well, it's easy enough for me to solder together the power cord, really. But then in June it started this aforementioned "I'm going to randomly decide to not engage my hard drive!" business... which has steadily grown worse and worse. Now it's a 60-40 chance AGAINST me that it won't even engage out of sleep mode. And now, out of the blue, the battery has suddenly decided that it's physically impossible to maintain a charge, even when plugged in. It's slowly dipped down from 100% to 22% over the past few weeks. The last time was when I had the thing turned off and drove for five hours to get back to school. It lost battery life while turned off.
-The person who lives above me is driving me insane. There's this - this SQUEAK between our floors, and his bed must rest directly on said squeak. Whatever. The point is that he is CONSTANTLY waking me up at TWO AM because that's apparently when he's going to bed. And by going to bed, I actually mean, WALKING ON TOP OF THE SQUEAK OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. And he knows it squeaks. I've told him this two times. I've called the Plant to tell him this. HE STILL DOES IT. Asshole.
-I have this ever looming sense of doom connected to my Honors project and to the GRE. I have been trying for WEEKS now to get in touch with the appropriate people to interview for my Honors project. I have twenty pages of research - no historical background fluffing, twenty pages of pure research - due on the 13th of November, and I haven't been able to start said research because, despite calling and e-mailing MULTIPLE times, I've had no response.
-My job is aggravating beyond belief. I'm either supposed to be picking seeds out of dirt, or researching slave holding records. Ironically, the people I need to talk to about the slave records are the SAME people who aren't responding to my Honors questions, so I'm spending a lot of time working with dirt. Except that I've had no guidance in WHAT to do with the dirt, and my professor's system makes no sense whatsoever. It's like I could organize it any way I wanted, which is not how it's supposed to work.
-I was hoping, really hoping, that just once I'd be able to patch together a class schedule that I liked. But not only are the classes offered incredibly paltry things, they also have time conflicts forwards and backwards, thus ensuring that my attempts to get all of my requirements fulfilled is possibly the most painstaking exercise in patience and problem solving, ever.
-And then there's NANOWRIMO, and the fact that I'd just rather be writing. I really would. I'd rather be creating something enjoyable for other people to read, rather than learn about slave records. I'm tired of school in general, but this is a bit more than that - I don't want to be an archaeologist or a librarian for life. I just don't. I mean, they're both fun jobs, and I'll do well in them, but what I really want to do is sit up late at night and write suspenses of belief.
And I'm desperately disappointed that I just can't do NANOWRIMO this year. I just can't. And it makes me want to drive a first through the wall. I won last year. I have plenty of ideas for this year. But there are literally not enough hours or days, and this makes me very, very bitter.
Whining time over. I have to go finish three time-wasting assignments, now.