I hate coding by hand. *sob* I miss the rich-text editor.
Sorry for spamming your f-lists. ^^ I wanted to get Kirihara's BDT updated and out of the way.
I have a question for you techies out there. I am having major problems with my computer and I don't know where the problem is. I'm still having issues with my cd burner buring 'blanks' which ruins the cd's and freezes my computer when I try to run them.
Also, of every previously burned cd I play, windows media player shuts down on 1 of every 3 or 4 episodes (despite the fact that they all have worked on this computer previously). Add in firefox deleting my bookmarks every time I shut my computer off (and not saving my tabs despite having checked the 'start with previous tabs' option, the freaking turtle pace of this previously fast machine.... it's driving me up the freaking wall.
I just recently defragged my C and D drives. I cleared up 2 gigs on the C drive and 2 gigs on the D dive to make sure it had enough room and space to work. I completely uninstalled and then reinstalled Firefox. I let Windows automatically start up and do repair/check work on its own without stopping it like I usually do. I downloaded yet another burning program but the cd's are still blanks, which leads me to believe it's not the program.
Does anyone have some suggestions? I've been looking to get a new desktop (they're absurdly cheap here) for home and to do the grunt work, but until then, I'd appreciate any advice or tips. Should I take it in and have it looked over? I can't burn anything - I don't want to lose my entire hard drive.
Last two drabbles to make an even 20 finished.
019. White
Yukimura hung up the room phone slowly. Another victory for Rikkai - as was to be expected. Sanada had reported, in stark detail, everything that had occurred, including Kirihara's vicious win over Tachibana Kippei.
The competitor inside Seiichi Yukimura was not overly concerned. There were always risks when one stepped onto the battle field, and Tachibana was at a level where he should have known and prepared accordingly. Perhaps the Tachibana Seiichi recalled had gone soft over at Fudomine.
But the friend inside Seiichi was a bit worried about his youngest kouhai. Kirihara's rages and attacks were growing in strength, particularly as his game improved under Sanada's watchful eye. There was just so much anger, so much hate inside Kirihara.
Yukimura's eyes softened. There was also a plea for help in Akaya's eyes, nearly invisible to everyone except the ones who had gotten to him - which was pretty much just the Regulars.
Yukimua looked up at the white walls of his room, focusing on the one splotch of color hung opposite his bed. Drawn in color pencils was a picture that featured everything Kirihara apparently liked. A plate of what Yukimura assumed was yakiniku (Kirihara's favorite), and an orange kite that looked like a bird. A yellow star shining brightly as opposed to a sun. A blue river cut through half the paper, filled with brightly colored fish. Snowflakes done in silver. A tennis racquet and a bunch of tennis balls. A yellow jersey with 'Rikkai' scrawled across it, taking up up the entire top left corner. It was the biggest item there. The picture was something that would seem completely out of character to anyone who didn't know the other side to Kirihara, the side he didn't show anyone but his teammates.
Great art, it wasn't. But it spoke volumes to Seiichi and the other members of the team, particularly Marui who had snapped his gum and asked why, if this was a picture of everything Kirihara liked, there wasn't a crushed opponent on a tennis court.
Yukimura studied the picture, thinking over Sanada's game report. He wasn't overly concerned yet, but eventually there was sure to be a formal complaint from someone. Something needed to be done before there were serious consequences. A suspension from the team would probably destroy Akaya.
He wondered what it would take to make such a change without taking away Akaya's edge. Perhaps Renji could work on that...
Word Count: 398 / 4298
020. Colorless
Akaya groaned under his breath as his teacher droned on and on about stupid things like tenses, and verbs. English class was not only his hardest class, but it was also the most boring. What use was he going to have for English? He lived in Japan! And when he became the most famous tennis player in the world one day, well, that's what translators were for. Che.
Staring out the window didn't help, either. The wind outside was strong, and the sky was washed out, bleached of anything resembling color. It was as boring as the classroom. Kirihara griped silently, and vowed to do something to Niou later. Not that Niou was to blame for his boredom, but getting him with a prank would at least entertain him.
Provided, of course, that he made it behind Yukimura fast enough that the Trickster didn't catch him afterwards.
Word Count: 147 / 4445