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Love is something you do, not something you find. Or as the song goes, "If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with."
Thus begins week three. This semester is filled with fun exciting projects that threaten to hold me down, slather honey all over my skin, and drop me into a den of bears. Bears! Either this week or next (Jenness has not released the order) I'm giving a 10 minute presentation on using "make" in the development toolchain. Don't worry, I'm not sure either. In early February my team turns in our Design Document for the e-commerce site. At the moment, we have the Database design down (I did that, so yay me) but nothing else. I'm not really worried about that, which in itself worries me because I don't know if I should be worried. Graphics 2 has jumped into the homework, so I need to be coding now. Ditto for Linear Algebra; we're still in the easy stuff, but that changed really quickly last time (which may be due to me missing half the classes last time. One hopes.). Programming languages is....Dr. Su. I'm also a wee bit behind on sitebuilding for Mom, which is made more embarrassing by the day because I was paid months ago. (1 bullet in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.)
I re-read Preacher, filling in the gaps of what I'd missed eight years ago. For a book about killing God, the ending is sort of anticlimactic.
My parents have hi-speed internet now, apparently. I had them check their speed at speakeasy.net/speedtest and apparently they get 4% the speed on satellite I'm getting through cable. They're saying it's better than the dial-up, but man; I thought it'd be way closer than that. (1 bullet in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.)
If I don't post before work, I have to edit the date to keep up this daily thing. Gotta start remembering to post earlier.
Spoilers for GTA to follow. I'm probably a few months late in needing to bother writing that.
IN a casual sense, I'm pro military. My brother is in the army, and he's getting paid to see the world, meet interesting people (and blow them up? hm. Actually referring to his battle buddies), he gets school benefits, etc. For a guy who was pretty directionless, that's a good offer, and I'm glad he took it. I also understand national defense is important, and I'm not so much of a hippie that I think the military is like, pointless, dude. (8 bullets in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.)
I have nothing to say this day. (2 bullets in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.)
The second scheduled installation attempt, the second failure. Once again my parents do not yet have broadband because of poorly trained technicians. It grinds my gears because I sent them everything they need to get hooked up, so unless there's some special protocol a DOCSIS modem connected to Satellite uses that a DOCSIS modem connected to cable doesn't, the technicians are just running in circles. Blegh. IS there such a proprietary protocol? (4 bullets in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.)
Oh wow, too much ground cloves in my coffee is a bad bad thing.
![]() What you see is three kinds of cheese, some lunchmeat that is almost certainly bad, a random bottle of water, eggs, butter, and Kahlua that I've been slowly sipping from for what, three months? It's not so much that we live from paycheck to paycheck, which we of course do. I've been doing this for enough years I'm getting a better understanding of how we're living from windfall to windfall, even though the windfalls come in the form of once-yearly tax returns and twice-yearly excess aid from Stafford loans, i.e. payback's gonna be a mofo. I've been hearing more lately from people at work and school about putting applications in and getting my resume out, and here I am still angsting about not having anything to put on a resume. Reading this does two things - makes me happy because I've got numbers 1 through 6 in the bag, and makes me sad because I've completely screwed up on number seven. When I came to Jonesboro, I had to have a job right away and school was not a priority. Getting the gas station job was quick and easy and provided the kind of guaranteed employment that was important at the time. And those two words, "guaranteed employment", have provided a sort of false security blanket for me ever since. No matter how poorly I did in the classes I took, no matter when I dropepd out of AState for a semester, no matter how much debt I was taking on, I had guaranteed employment and felt little need to get an internship or look for perhaps less guaranteed work in a more relevent area. Tech support at our local Circuit City, for example, would have been more relevent than what I'm doing now. A classmate with a paid internship at a local software company mentioned to me last semester that they were taking applications and he could put in a word for me, and I did nothing with it! Nothing! Half of it is fear of the unknown, of putting myself into a position where everything might implode and I'll lose this "security", and half of it is self-doubt. My worst grades in school have been in the math classes I thought I was taking for fun and the CS classes I was taking to learn the craft. Doesn't that mean something? I know I'm smart enough, but I've lost my stoicism; the emotions drive my actions more than reason does. Reason states that if I have nothing to put on a resume, then build something and get it out to the public; make more friends and express interest in their employers; stop with the useless stuff and do the real stuff. Emotionally, it's like looking at a wall. I don't feel like I'm up to the task, even if intellectually I am. Wow, okay, I didn't actually mean to jump from empty fridge to "My life is dooooom!" I suppose it is time for that annual rant. Well, no matter what, this is my last semester of school, so things will change. There's some degree of predictability and yearly repitition when one is a student, and I won't have that after May ends. *Insert Japanese trope about "doing my best!!" here.* :D
Finally I'm back to my normal days off, Wednesday and Thursday. I am going to sleep all day tomorrow. If I hear one alarm, that poor machine will feel some wrath. *waves fist* For tonight, I'd like to get through some missions without spending $100k to get a $10k payoff. Effcient, I ain't.
Sharon from work loaned me the game in the title because her description of what it is confused the heck out of me. It sounded like Mario on crack.
^ breakfast.
I'd like to finish GTAIV the Game so I can have more time to play around and kill cops without feeling guilty about not going bowling with Roman. Plus I won't have time to play when classes start. (I'll still play, don't get me wrong. Zach ain't the type to learn from past mistakes.) ![]() (3 bullets in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.)
My parents are having difficulty getting high-speed internet. I'm doing what I can, but being 5 hours away doesn't really help. I'll try to mail them the extra router and an extra copy of XP next week, but beyond that I'd pretty much have to be there to do anything. (2 bullets in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.)
One resolution for 2009 - get a job than can pay all of my bills. if I can't do that, no other thing I do this year will really help. Besides, I failed every single one of 2008's resolutions, so why pretend I'll have more self control this time around? :D
Subject says it all. (2 bullets in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.)
The car we paid out the butt to fix a few months ago has another major problem that will cost hundreds of dollars to fix. So instead of that, I'm definitely getting into bike riding cold turkey, as I wasn't clever enough to ease into it during the summer. tsk.
I woke up at 7:30 this morning and got up right away. This is pretty awesome (I am in some ways a morning person), but it's pretty much due to the fact that I went right to bed last night. I do not think this will be a trend, alas. (5 bullets in me, but I'm still standing. | Shoot me.) |
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