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just need to rant here, nothing catastrophic.
I was filling up my car's petrol tank at BP on woodward and coolidge this morning and hadn't had breakfast yet so I decided to drive to McDonalds next door to get breakfast since it was 10:40am. just my luck, they stop serving breakfast at 10:30 (I dont know cause I rarely eat fast food let alone mcdonalds). so I end up just getting some double cheeseburgers which are no longer a dollar. wow.
driving to school I already began to feel the drowziness / diziness from the fast food, which I knew would happen but it was better than being super hungry during class.
first class finishes fine, however, after getting into my car my stomach is gargling and I have the sudden urge to shit ridiculously. so I drive to the building where my other class is and destroy this toilet with suspision of my "breakfast" at the root of this problem.
I then go to my second class where we get a test back where I got an answer wrong because the question was "what is organization" and the teacher really meant "what is AN organization." I was livid.
later in the day after my second class I get a text from a friend saying they formatted their hard drive, reinstalled windows, and now have no idea why they can't get on the internet. fail... so explaining that was bunch of fun. (more about this person later)
then I go to my last class in which we had a test today. this test was supposed to be a breeze. software engineering. EIGHT pages of notes allowed for the test. now, I know you all think that eight pages is ridiculous and I agree, it is, but I'm not complaining about it. I'm complaining because the teacher gave us a review sheet for the test which was supposed to cover everything on the test. big surprise there, only about 50% of the test was stuff that we had on our 8 pages of notes that I basically needed CTRL + F to even utilize.
after that I was in a horrible mood. like wrist cutting emo mood. I was wishing my hair would grow over one eye instantaneously.
I get home, mom is in a terrible mood for some reason even when her bday is tomorrow and the kitchen table is covered in bday cards. so I get the ass end of her terrible mood which I'm used to but still makes my blood boil.
then I get my little brother bitching about how he wants to have a ton of people over this weekend cause my parents will be gone. fuck that. not dealing with (or cleaning up after) dumbass 18 year olds running rampant asking me for booze or to stay the night. if the parents come home to anything but spotlessness there will be hell to pay, trust me, I've been there before.
I then get a call from the friend that formatted his hard drive and reinstalled windows. he's claiming bluescreens. bluescreens = hardware problems. I told him we'd have to take away all possible hardware from the computer, take it down to 1 stick of RAM etc.... but instead he thinks buying a new hard drive will solve his problems. quite honestly, I hope that is the problem so I don't have to deal with it, cause I know I wont get paid to help out.
then my dad thinks he knows what the hell is doing with computers and is trying to help my mom's co-worker out with her PC and doing completely the wrong things. I told him to just stop, let me deal with it. he then goes on to try and give suggestions as to what it is. I give him credit for being a nice guy and trying to help out but damn...just let me handle it, since I will get paid for this job.
and here I am...eating bagel bites and writing on motown listening to metallica.
hopefully tomorrow a 9 hour day of dealing with people who don't know what start menus or forward slashes are will help take my mind off of things.
:893Rant-S
just need to rant here, nothing catastrophic.
I was filling up my car's petrol tank at BP on woodward and coolidge this morning and hadn't had breakfast yet so I decided to drive to McDonalds next door to get breakfast since it was 10:40am. just my luck, they stop serving breakfast at 10:30 (I dont know cause I rarely eat fast food let alone mcdonalds). so I end up just getting some double cheeseburgers which are no longer a dollar. wow.
driving to school I already began to feel the drowziness / diziness from the fast food, which I knew would happen but it was better than being super hungry during class.
first class finishes fine, however, after getting into my car my stomach is gargling and I have the sudden urge to shit ridiculously. so I drive to the building where my other class is and destroy this toilet with suspision of my "breakfast" at the root of this problem.
I then go to my second class where we get a test back where I got an answer wrong because the question was "what is organization" and the teacher really meant "what is AN organization." I was livid.
later in the day after my second class I get a text from a friend saying they formatted their hard drive, reinstalled windows, and now have no idea why they can't get on the internet. fail... so explaining that was bunch of fun. (more about this person later)
then I go to my last class in which we had a test today. this test was supposed to be a breeze. software engineering. EIGHT pages of notes allowed for the test. now, I know you all think that eight pages is ridiculous and I agree, it is, but I'm not complaining about it. I'm complaining because the teacher gave us a review sheet for the test which was supposed to cover everything on the test. big surprise there, only about 50% of the test was stuff that we had on our 8 pages of notes that I basically needed CTRL + F to even utilize.
after that I was in a horrible mood. like wrist cutting emo mood. I was wishing my hair would grow over one eye instantaneously.
I get home, mom is in a terrible mood for some reason even when her bday is tomorrow and the kitchen table is covered in bday cards. so I get the ass end of her terrible mood which I'm used to but still makes my blood boil.
then I get my little brother bitching about how he wants to have a ton of people over this weekend cause my parents will be gone. fuck that. not dealing with (or cleaning up after) dumbass 18 year olds running rampant asking me for booze or to stay the night. if the parents come home to anything but spotlessness there will be hell to pay, trust me, I've been there before.
I then get a call from the friend that formatted his hard drive and reinstalled windows. he's claiming bluescreens. bluescreens = hardware problems. I told him we'd have to take away all possible hardware from the computer, take it down to 1 stick of RAM etc.... but instead he thinks buying a new hard drive will solve his problems. quite honestly, I hope that is the problem so I don't have to deal with it, cause I know I wont get paid to help out.
then my dad thinks he knows what the hell is doing with computers and is trying to help my mom's co-worker out with her PC and doing completely the wrong things. I told him to just stop, let me deal with it. he then goes on to try and give suggestions as to what it is. I give him credit for being a nice guy and trying to help out but damn...just let me handle it, since I will get paid for this job.
and here I am...eating bagel bites and writing on motown listening to metallica.
hopefully tomorrow a 9 hour day of dealing with people who don't know what start menus or forward slashes are will help take my mind off of things.
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