Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Easily shattering fragile night
I'm so tired of this family. If not for grandma and my dad, I could take or leave the rest of this bunch of psychos. Godzilla probably won't speak to me for about twenty-four hours because I stoutly argued against paying extra for a smaller container of margarine (me being the only margarine using member in the house) for the fridge in which I currently have about twenty-five percent of the space in. On this note, I've learned acutely well how to hold my tongue, because I didn't let her know the half of what I thought about this ridiculous quarrel. It's stupid and petty but my unspoken coupe de grace goes something like this (all these great/terrible things that I never get to say in the moment, whereas I just can't shut up in any other context):
"Maybe if I spend more on margarine, other foods, and shit that I don't need, I too will be financially co-dependant on my Mum at the age of fifty-two and counting."
Mum and Grandma had a horrible time at the hospital. Grouchy orderlies, dissappearing charts, and a complete disregard for fatal allergies, along with an understaffed floor, prompting my mother to ask me (upon hearing about my day) if there was a full moon upon us, because "people are being SO weird today. It's been awful!" Grandma looks exhausted, and my mom has been dealing with the wrath of the Sister Agglomerate all day also, which is trying on a normal day, even for her.
The EDIT 202 lab was a bit of a bomb. The times I did pay attention were full of redundant and stupid bits of knowlege ("this is how we save to desktop") and thusly, the parts that I ignored while I actually worked on the lab, were the bits regarding the next lab, ie: how to upload website pages and make a website, which is terrible, because I have little to no real inkling on how to do that. And today's lab itself? Well, let-me-tell-you... There is technologically incompetant, and then there is executing a lab based on MS processing and clip-art entirely.
"Well, infect me with Leprosy by a nine-banded armadillo, I jes did NOT know it would be this fun!"
Big news. 11:25 = Zed TV with Mingus Tourette and Charles Bukowski. I'm creaming my pants with excitment.
¶ 10:42 PM
"Maybe if I spend more on margarine, other foods, and shit that I don't need, I too will be financially co-dependant on my Mum at the age of fifty-two and counting."
Mum and Grandma had a horrible time at the hospital. Grouchy orderlies, dissappearing charts, and a complete disregard for fatal allergies, along with an understaffed floor, prompting my mother to ask me (upon hearing about my day) if there was a full moon upon us, because "people are being SO weird today. It's been awful!" Grandma looks exhausted, and my mom has been dealing with the wrath of the Sister Agglomerate all day also, which is trying on a normal day, even for her.
The EDIT 202 lab was a bit of a bomb. The times I did pay attention were full of redundant and stupid bits of knowlege ("this is how we save to desktop") and thusly, the parts that I ignored while I actually worked on the lab, were the bits regarding the next lab, ie: how to upload website pages and make a website, which is terrible, because I have little to no real inkling on how to do that. And today's lab itself? Well, let-me-tell-you... There is technologically incompetant, and then there is executing a lab based on MS processing and clip-art entirely.
"Well, infect me with Leprosy by a nine-banded armadillo, I jes did NOT know it would be this fun!"
Big news. 11:25 = Zed TV with Mingus Tourette and Charles Bukowski. I'm creaming my pants with excitment.
¶ 10:42 PM
