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

Bfrhedwsj

I'm all alone again.
--Cassandar

Meh

It really sucks to find out you really don't have any talent
whatsoever. And it really sucks to feel like everyone around you lies
to make you feel better.

I have to let go and give up.

--Cassandar

This is how awesome my life is

I have to write my paper tonight on my phone, that has no screen light,
because my computer screen isn't working. It's been over two days since
I've had a screen. I have a headache that won't go away. I'm on the
verge of tears. I can't do this anymore. I can't take my computer to
the stupid computer people here because they just treat you like crap
and tell you you're dumb. Plus, I can't afford the $200 rental because
I have 78 cents in my checking account, my dad won't give me money
because his "wife" hasn't worked in four months which is my fault, and
my mom has managed to save up $140 in 3 months.

Life is wonderful.

--Cassandar

Conversation with Uhlee

Me: I hate my face and my butt.
Uhlee: thats weird, because i love your face and your butt
Uhlee: lol
Me: Hahahahaha

--Cassandar

Everything is about sex!

"There's a much better one that is inappropiate for me to show in class.
It's uh, the same concept of B movies and over dubbing... in a soft
japanese porn..."
-teacher.
--Cassandar

One of the many reasons I HATE Information Concepts:

"As always, your logs should be approximately 400 - 500 words in length and your writing should be clear, well-composed, and free of spelling and grammar mistakes. Use supporting research and/or examples from your own personal experience to reinforce your argument or thesis." - Teacher

"I get asked what I think about sampling a lot, and I've always wanted to have a short term to describe the process. Stuff like "collective ownership", "systems of memory", and "database logics" never really seem to cut it on the lecture circuit, so I guess you can think of this essay as a soundbite for the sonically-perplexed. This is an essay about memory as a vast playhouse where any sound can be you. Press "play" and this essay says "here goes":" - First paragraph of the reading assignment from Teacher. (I know my quotes are done incorrectly.)