thursday, july 22
tori amos, butterfly
that horrible old racistic bastard has decided to declare full on war. while i was up here, he went downstairs and put a reservation on this computer for tomorrow so that i will be forced to use another. it wouldn't be a big deal if it wasn't for the fact that this is the only computer (that i know of) up here that isn't locked in a way that makes it impossible to open up the file manager and start up telnet from there... telnet, in case you didn't know, is the program i need to access my e-mail. luckily, i'm spending tomorrow elsewhere, so it's only a matter of 3 hours and i know there's a computer downstairs which at least used to have telnet, so i'll live. it's simply the fact that the bastard did it just to annoy me that gets to me. no wonder he was glancing over here all day - it wasn't just to seem psycho, he was trying to figure out what number this computer is. well pooh. i'll simply try and outsmart him next week and reserve this way early - i'll call before the library opens if necessary. yes, i realize this sounds childish, and honestly, it isn't that big of a deal, but i can be really, really stubborn, and i'm just not in the mood for shit like this. arrrrrrgh. shopping it can't be avoided any longer. tomorrow, my mother and i are going to a neighbouring city to... shop for clothes. if there's anything i hate almost as much as shopping for shoes, it's shopping for clothes. i simply don't get a kick out of wandering around 10-15 stores to look at 300 clothing items that all look hideous and have to explain to my mother that "no, that shirt won't fit" or why i don't want anything yellow or what have you. bah. an image i haven't seen the matrix yet, despite yapping that i will for the past months... of all the reasons i have for wanting to see it, the biggest one is to get to see the scene where trinity (carrie-ann moss) hovers in front of this man on a big movie screen. i love the position she's in, i love what she's wearing, i love the whole image. in fact, if i was a bit crazy, i'd want a nice reproduction of it as a tattoo. i'll settle for showing the image below:
![]() *sigh* i also want to stop whining. and i want there to be better reruns on the tv. and i want... i want a fucking pony. there. |
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