- clean my room
- do my laundry
- set up my desktop
- find internet connection
- access ftp, fix stylesheet
- make page more accessible
June 2007 Archives
I'm busy. But I just wanted to share something that I found amusing: I just crashed mac os - again. Out of nowhere. At least when Windows crashes, you can expect it because you're doing something stupid. This shit is out of the blue. Stable OS my ass.
I was up a whole 3 hours before I planned on getting up, which still would have been 2 hours before I needed to be up. If I had more energy I would be upset about it.
Where am I supposed to be? Class.
Where am I? Bed.
Curse you Egg Salad Sandwich.
I've seen three movies in the last week, and I'm starting to form this theory about professional movie reviews. It goes like this: Everything they say is right, just exaggerated.
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End got almost unfriendly views. People said it was too long, and nothing happened, and no one knew what was going on. Well it was about 45 minutes to long, and there were scenes that seemed like nothing happened. But I challenge a person to pick out any of those scenes and count them as unnecessary enough cut out. And I can see why people didn't know what was going on: people are stupid, and don't pay attention.
Ocean's Thirteen was just as long, and for the first bit it actually did seem like there was no plot development. The worst part about it was when there wasn't even a big thing at the end where they showed you how they actually did it. You just watched it all happen and that was that.
Finally, Knocked Up was just as long as the other two and filled with really awkward character development. The problem with Knocked Up was it was real. It was funny – incredibly so. It was also way too real, and filled with all of life's awkward moments and references to really bad Vince Vaughan films.
I'm finally home. Only, I'm home for tonight and then I go back to Oakville for a doctor's appointment after class. At some point I want to finish setting up my bedroom: my bed is the wrong way, my desk is not finished, my computer is not set up, and clothes and books are in various states of containment around my room. The biggest thing is the computer. I really want my desktop set up so I can fix some things on the site. Sigh. Silly ftp access. I really should have remembered my log in information.
I want to go home, so very much. I hate trying to study here. I'm lucky today that everyone is gone. I'll maybe get an hour of quiet. Unfortunately it's hard to have the motivation to actually do something in this house, when I spend half the time sneezing because of the stupid cat.
This is awesome: an installation at King's Cross Station.
I am almost recovered. I can almost speak normally. I've been told my voice lowered. I wonder if it's permanent. I can almost swallow too.
I am tying up loose ends in Oakville (laundry), and I hope to be home tomorrow. I want to show off my new hair. I also want to be somewhere that I'll do my homework. Here's to hoping.
I was going to write a long entry about how I feel right now; about how frustrated I am with the way things are working, and how much I just want to recover and go back to school and work. Instead I just want everyone to know that I am sick and tired, and I just want it to be over. I want a clear path again.
