Goodbye

To a very good friend. Possibly forever.

In the few months I knew him, he taught me things about myself that I either ignored before or just never noticed. I will never again eat an ice cream sandwich without wishing there was orange juice to go with it, and remembering. He introduced me to music that I really in all ways ought to have heard before. Definitely one of the odder friendships I've had, but well worth every minute of it.

I'll miss you Scott. Don't die.

I'm a happy friendly drunk

Not that I'm drunk, mind. Or have been, at any time.

Well that one time, I was definitely a little past the buzz. But this time is different, really! :P

Is it sad that every time I have a mike's or three I absolutely must blog about it? Or is it just normal to be absurdly proud of one's drinking?

Before I moved down here, into this super safe christian environment, I steadfastly refused to drink, swear, be touched, or otherwise engage in unwholesome activities. It would be a nice little psych experiment for any of you to figure out why I've stopped being the catholic schoolgirl. Maybe it's because I'm thinking, for a change? Or maybe it's because I'm a heathen.

More importantly, in my mind, is the question of why I so stubbornly resisted such things in the past. Why was it such a problem to get a hug from a male friend? Why did the presence of alcohol, even in a safe environment and in the hands of a legal adult, make me so uncomfortable? There are countless questions that reflect the same idea.

In the past, I felt myself incapable of defining my own morality. As a result, I took the morality that was handed to me, and clung to it for dear life. In many ways, I still do this. I don't want to. I want to ask questions, I want to challenge that morality that was handed down to me, and I want to understand, even though I know that's not possible.

I suppose I'm just saying I want to grow up now.

Grrrr

Those of you who know me pretty well can tell that I'm getting frazzled when my subject headings turn into inarticulate mumbling. Today I turned on my sister's computer to check my e-mail (after being warned not to fiddle with the internet settings, because it was working and they didn't want things befouled) and lo and behold, "server not found."

I took the opportunity to mope around the house for a 1/2 hour until someone noticed I was moping, and then made a little scene. It was embarassing, because there were people over (and I've come to the conclusion that I don't ever really get overloaded until there are people there to see it), but I had a good conversation with Jay in spite of that and got some things figured out that we had never really talked about before.

I apologize to anyone effected by my recent moodiness, hopefully things will settle down for me soon. Our house has been in an uproar lately anyways because of a big movie project Jay is working on, and I've been in a tight spot financially because of preparing for Western next year, and then with me trying to get this apartment thing straightened out, and then suddenly all non-mac computers deciding that I'm a traitor and need to be punished...

I'm trying not to whine too much about my stress to all of you college folks, because after all, I'm not trying to finish three projects and prepare for four heavily influental final tests, all while trying to figure out where I'm going to be living next year. So if I start getting on your nerves anyone, just tell me.

AAAAH!!

It's been a stressful week, but I think things might start to even out pretty soon here. I've obviously been having some computer issues, and last night my home computer gave up the ghost. It just didn't start. I'm really quite ready to throw it off a highway overpass. I just don't want to think about it anymore.

On the other hand, my sister and I just found an room to sublet for the summer that looks wicked cool. It's right in our price range, right in our area, right when we need it, and the girl who lives in it now seems quite pleasant. Hopefully it works out, because it would be nice to not have to deal with this anymore.

Fun stuff.

The Internet hates me.

GRRRR

"There are two types of people in the world. Those who backup their files regularly, and those who have never had a catastrophic drive failure."

What bugs me is that logically, this should not have happened. I had a working bootloader and a working Windows OS. Granted, I had to manually enter the commands to run said OS every time I restarted my computer, but it was working.

Then I decided hey, since I'm doing all this stuff with my computer anyways, I'll install Service Pack 2, which most have recommended that I install, and then do a full backup of my computer. So I do the installation then it tells me to restart, which I do. Only to find that the commands that previously told my bootloader to start windows no longer recognize the partition.

To make a long story longer, I reinstalled linux on the second drive, hoping that it would rewrite the bootloader, which I assumed had been fiddled with by the SP2 installation. It did rewrite the bootloader, but I simply could not get anything to recognize Windows.

At this point, the Windows installation and recovery CD says that I have a 40 gig drive with 6 megs of empty space. Right now I'm running windows from the 10 gig drive, and it says the 40 gig drive is a 10 MB drive with 6 MB of empty space.

Sorry for the terribly long rant. It just really bugs me.

If it were a mac, I would have all the tools and know-how to fix it. Stupid Windows.

I'm still intrigued

weezer california I'm all alone
if your child is a gothic, reform through the lord
just like runescape
giantess dress
superstitions X culture
ban the gothic culture
wild animals of nepal

Plus the usual image searches for bloody mary, bloody hands, etc. And, for some reason, a yahoo image search for sear.

Mine still aren't as interesting as Joe's though.

Electronics Engineering. It will be very challenging, but it interests me a lot. I've mentioned this to a couple people, and mostly they say "what's that?" It means I will be able to build your cell phone from scratch. Well not really, but that would be nifty, wouldn't it?

It means I will be able to engineer electronic equipment, design circuits that work, and generally make things that make you go "ooh shiny."

To answer your other question, yes but no. It's somewhat related to electrical engineering, but not really. In fact, it's about as related to electrical engineering as it is to mechanical or civil engineering. Well, maybe a little bit more because they both deal with electricity, but in very different situations. One could fix circuit problems in your house, and the other could fix circuit problems in your VCR.

Yay Hurray

The advantage to getting lunch at 4:30 is that you get back from lunch and have only 1.5 hours left in the work day, which is happy.

Plus, your boss feels guilty for staying out so long, and pays for your lunch ^_^

The disadvantage is that you STARVE.

I'm antsy to see Revenge of the Sith. I had to bribe fescoe with two dozen peanut butter cookies to make him go with me (because I didn't want to sit next to the drooly fat man, and they have assigned seating at the arclight, so I had to buy two tickets at once, so I had to make someone go with me) so it had better be worth it. At the very least, it had better be worth two dozen peanut butter cookies and two overpriced arclight tickets.

I've completely broken Windows this time. I may or may not be able to save my data, but I've definitely decided that not doing a full back-up before screwing around with this stuff was a Bad Idea.

The Grub Wars

The epic struggle with my bootloader continues. I have once again screwed things up.

Can anyone tell me why, once you have told grub to go to command line, it will never again go back to it's automatic configuration when you reboot?

Or perhaps you'd like to share why commands that worked last time I screwed it up don't work this time.

Even if all you can tell me is why the ethernet configuration works when I first install ubuntu, but doesn't work if I don't have it plugged in during installation, I'd be happy to hear it.

If you're going to tell me that the solution to all my problems is to quit messing around with linux though, I'm going to tell you where you can shove it :)

Muhaha

Benson is turning to the dark side. Now I've linked him so he can't escape the clutches of blogland. Coincidentally, this also means Google will soon have their claws hooked into him, whereas otherwise you'd never find his site no matter what you googled for :)

There are so many exciting things happening in the semi-near future, but they're all like MONTHS away. It's torture.

Oh, and Naomi, 2.0 needs to explore the quotes archives that I know you've got hidden in your brain and/or computer. If anyone can help her, you can.

I've been meaning to mention many times now my habits concerning punctuation and smiley faces. It has long been a minor annoyance, as it would be to any who dabbles in the grammar-nazi trade, that smiley faces are a grammatical anomaly. Normal rules do not apply, yet expressive people like myself can't avoid using them. Finding myself in this sticky situation, I have been forced to make my own rules. They are as follows:

*Smiley may only be used at the end of a sentence or within parentheses.
*Smiley may not be used in conjunction with a period, but may be used with an exclamation point or question mark.
*When used with said forms of punctuation, the smiley must come after the punctuation mark, and be preceded by a single space and followed by two spaces before the beginning of another sentence.
*When used in place of a period, smiley must be preceded by a single space and followed by two spaces before the beginning of another sentence.
*When used within parentheses, smiley must be preceded and followed by a single space.
*When used at the end of a sentence within parentheses, smiley should be followed by a single space instead of two spaces.

All this simply because it bugs me to see ":)." and ";P)" and the like. And I'm not even a real grammar-nazi, just a wannabe. You can tell from the way I started that sentence.

B., T.fxrape b.oo

I moved all the keys around on my keyboard so they're in the Dvorak layout instead of qwerty. Supposedly this means I will attempt at some point to learn to type dvorak, but all it really means is that I'm more anti-conformist than I care to admit.

I'm plotting something, that will be a fairly big thing to me, but none of you will notice. Except one or two, maybe.

"She thought a babysitter was supposed to sit upon the baby. *giggle*"

I almost got talked into going salsa dancing tonight, but I ended up babysitting instead, because it pays better.

Wow.

Just saw Crash, and it was simply amazing. I hadn't really heard anything about it, seen no previews, but it turned out to be probably the best film I've seen all year. Which is saying a lot, because I've been to quite a few.

If you get the chance, I highly recommend seeing it. Especially if you live in, have been to, plan on living in, or want to visit LA. That goes triply for Jeremiah, because I enjoy reading his reviews, especially when he's reviewing something I've seen. It also goes at least doubly for Tanika, because I want to leech her black point of view.

I know that movie was transparently aimed at making me feel exactly like it did, but if anything that makes me appreciate it more because it succeeded in doing that. Not that I'm a terribly hard audience to manipulate, but there it is. So if any of you cynical folk take my advice and watch it, then feel that I'm just a schmuck after all, I can say I warned you first :)

This is sooooo LA

Went to the beach today, to escape the house, where jay and his friend dan are frantically working on a short video that dan is directing. He's funding it almost entirely out of pocket, so they're both getting a bit stressed as it gets closer to completion, etc. It's going to run the full festival circuit, and hopefully some of you will even see it and go "hey, that's kind of nifty."

Anywho, beach. Tim Fescoe and I went and took a nap on the beach, then threw frisbee for a while, then meandered around venice beach making fun of the whole venice beach atmosphere, had some 99c pizza, which we both agreed was worth probably less than 99 cents. I also had a 99c rootbeer float, which turned out to be worth about 99 cents. It was softserve icecream, and I think they put some rootbeer flavored syrup in the bottom and poured some flat soda water over it.

It was still delicious though. I have a weakness for rootbeer floats.

Brooke-style

I was going to keep going with that for a while, but realized that for the most part I had run out of people that were easy to mimic. So if you're nathan, naomi, or joe, I guess you just lucked out.

Just because linux screws something up every time I fiddle with it does not mean that it's the fault of the operating system, and in no way does it encourage me to give it up. Probably the opposite, actually.

Last night I popped all the keys off my keyboard so I could clean it. It was really really gross, and I think I may never eat over my computer again. At least not for a while :P

Ah, blessed mundanity. Yes, that's a word. I just used it, didn't I?

Nathan-style

Listening to: Blue Oyster Cult, Don't Fear the Reaper

Yesterday was a wonderful day off, with much relaxation and enjoyment. My mad guitar skills are developing slowly due to my inability to find time to practice more than twice a week. I restarted my computer the night before last, only to find that it wouldn't past POST. The result of that unfortunate experience was not, as one would expect, the computer learning to fly and swim all in one night. Subtract one memory stick, add one linux install cd and a new shell for XP, and my computer is happy as a clam. I might have to find some nice flashy fans for it now. I'm open to suggestions.

Joe-style

I'm unbelievably bored. Someone should entertain me.

Sticky Tongued Beast (4 searches)
Shadrak Meshak Abednego (3 searches)
Marxist Atheism
quantitive genetics
supraorbital taurus

The first is my favorite. If you can figure out why I get hits for that, I'll give you a prize.