Monday, December 1, 2008

Too much.

I want to be able to write something meaningful, but right now there's
no hope in that ever being accomplished. It's something I have always
wanted to do, and still haven't accomplished it.
I am so stressed out I don't know what to do anymore.
I wake up with a headache and angry that I got 8 hours of sleep because
I have things that need to be done.
My computer is still broken. I have to take it to the useless computer
people here and have them charge me money I don't have. But what is
even better is, what is wrong with my computer was recalled last fall
after I got my computer and guess what they PURPOSLY neglected to tell
us. So, back to writing papers and doing a whole project on my cell
phone.
I have a week to do my information concepts project. I started it last
night. Oh so tideous. I don't know how many hours I spent going through
my CDs, trying to figure out what ones were missing, what ones were on
my computer, and getting 235 CDs to fit on 20 pieces of paper front and
back. Now I just have to convince my roommate to let me borrow her
computer so I can install my printer and print shit out. This will be
fun. I still have to sort my t shirts and shoes. Then put the whole
thing together. I don't think I'll sleep this week.
I haven't even started my media forms and concepts project because of my
lack of computer, so I will have to sidekick-it. I'll just have to wait
30 minutes for myspace to load, 20 minutes for Oh, Hush!'s myspace to
load, then probably about 10 minutes for each blog that there are 70-100
of. Then take notes on each one and take the important stuff then write
all of the papers on my sidekick. Oh and, no one is ever going to be
nice enough to help me with this.
Currently, I am still laying in bed because my roommate is in the
bathroom. I need to shower before I do anything else. We really need a
mirror in our bedroom.
I know I complain and whine too much, but it just happens. I guess I
could keep my mouth shut and go on not talking about my problems. No
one cares anyway. I should probably go find a good corner to cry in.
I just want things to be normal and function nicely like it does for
other people.
One thing I am excited about is, Christopher Guiterrez will have sent me
a new book by Christmas. He always makes me feel better. I think it's
an audio book day.

PS: please excuse any spelling (and maybe even grammar) mistakes, I
don't have a spell checker. :(
--Cassandar