c'est x-posted~
Well?
Anyway, the house looks really good. I mean, I'm surprised, frankly. I had no idea what the house was going to look like when they were done with the construction. Because you have to understand my perspective... My dad says, "We might get new flooring." Days later he says, "Oh by the way, construction starts next week. They'll be in here with jack hammers pounding away at the tile and it's up to us to move all the furniture out of the house, get everything off the floors, tear out the carpet, and remove the tack strip and baseboards."
So I didn't have time to think about the end result of the construction. The only thing I had time to think about was being torn out of my element and placed in a disgusting hotel with drug addicts and snow birds. But I digress. The house looks really good. Like, really really good. I had no idea it was going to look this good. I mean I thought my parents were getting ripped off because they were paying $25,000.00 to get this done, and that's a lot of money. But I think that all things considered, it will have been worth it when we're done.
And that brings me to now. I didn't feel like going to class this morning. I mean, it's a 10am class, and I've never missed it before, and it's boring AS HELL. We're learning HTML. Come on, who doesn't know HTML? It's not difficult stuff. Now if we were learning nroff utilities in a Unix environment, then yeah, I'd be more compelled to go. Oh, plus there's this stupid girl who sits next to me.
I wanted to write about her the other day but she was sitting right next to me. Which brings me to my first point: why the hell does she sit next to me? She has a friend in that class who sits several seats down from her. It's like... why the hell is she sitting next to me? This wouldn't be a big deal except... there are a lot of open seats, including open seats right next to her friend who also speaks whatever backwards-ass language (that I can't even recognize) she speaks. So why sit next to me? Yes, I am a loner, and I'm very comfortable with that fact. Please don't sit next to me unless I know you. And even then, don't assume I want to sit near you just because I know you. I thoroughly enjoy solitude.
She's Russian or some shit. I don't know. I don't know if she's annoying because she's Russian or whatever, but the fact remains: She's annoying as hell. She has this retarded way of operating computers that deeply bothers me. She man-handles the computers and manifests her anger at this school's ever-failing network onto the blameless computer. See, the computers here at school are actually pretty fast. The problem is, to avoid doing a large amount of work, the geniuses at G.C.C. decided to make almost everything network-based. All our applications and, well, pretty much everything comes from the network. There are thousands and thousands and thousands of students at this school... That's a fuckload of data. The network is really slow. But I digress again.
This annoying girl like, chaotically jerks the mouse around, thinking that will actually have some kind of effect. As if the computer is going slowly and it's a living, breathing animal, and pulling it's arm will make it 'wake up.' Effing retarded girl. And she like, hits the keyboard like that will have some kind of effect. It's not the computers. Anyone with half a brain can tell you that. It's the network. Oh, and she breaths heavily... Look. I'm fat. I smoke cigarettes, and guess what? I don't breath heavily. I mean, we're sitting there tapping keys on a keyboard and occasionally moving a mouse. Get one of those things that open up your nasal passages if you have trouble breathing. Because your labored breathing like you just ran a 10k marathon is bugging the crap out of me. Honestly.
So that's why I didn't go to class lol. That, plus we're 'learning' HTML, which is simple as milk. I mean really, I sit there while the teacher is going on and on, and I'm thinking, "Yeah that's not really true... there's a better way to do that... you're taking too much time to explain this... there's a better way to explain that..." These are examples of things a student ought not to be thinking to him/herself during class. One day we had a sub and I actually answered questions that he had. Now, given, he was a sub, so I didn't expect him to be as astute as the teacher, but he did used to teach 133DA, so he should know more than he does. Like what NIC stands for. Network Interface Card. Not a big deal, I know. But nevertheless. How come I knew that and he didn't? It's not like NICs are a new invention, I've been installing/using them for years, and now they're usually integrated in motherboards. Bleh. I'm boring even myself, so I'll stop.
I'm supposed to move a large portion of my crap back to the house today. And your thought: "Oh, so they're almost done?" No, they're not. Another week at least. I don't know what my mom is planning. She sort of had a breakdown the other day, and I don't blame her, I mean... First this whole "get the eff out of your house (you have 2 days to move your entire life)" is thrown on her like a pile of bricks. Yes, my dad took care of the majority of it, but given the extremely short notice, we weren't able to get a hotel room for the first night, so we slept in the effing garage. And she had it worse than I did. She got almost no sleep, she didn't get a shower, and she had to work the next day.
And as if that's not enough, she was dealing with our dying family dog. So while she's in this "Budget Suites" dump, she has to deal with the extremely heart-breaking task of putting our family dog ("Comet") to sleep. And after all of this happens, she's at work, she gets off, she comes back to the hotel, and she doesn't have her key because my dad came to her at work and took it because he assumed he'd be back at the hotel before she would. Well my dad was wrong, and my mom went ballistic. She got the hotel for her comfort, but she was the one sleeping on the couch while I slept on the bed, my dad accidentally locked her out of the house and she had to go to the bathroom. I don't blame her for melting down lol. But it's not like she had a nervous breakdown, she just got really, really upset.
So that's what I have to get all my crap out of the hotel and move it back to the house. Because we're checking out of the hotel this Monday at noon. And they're not done with the house. So. I have no idea what her plan is. Because we're not going to be able to go in the house. It's going to be like it was. I don't know. I'd rather not think about it, but I kind of have to.
By the way, you know what song EFFING ROCKS YOU SIDEWAYS? It's the best song in the history of anything that was ever considered a song. It is the best song EVER.
She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart
If you don't like this song you're just plain wrong and you should be shot.
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