Mis ojos!

[the_wanlorn]

Whoa. I'm down to the megasmall resolution and it's small. I don't expect it to take long for my eyes to get used to it, though. Cuz I think this is what the ADP lab computers use. Or something. Hahahaha I'm so tired. Mum wanted to know what I wanted for Christmas this morning. We basically came to the conclusion that, like with Kerry's presents, Mum needs to do her Christmas shopping for me while I'm there. Like, she would have no clue where or what to buy for a second hard drive for my computer. Nor would she know for movies or music or pretty much anything. It's sad. I really like the surprise of opening a present and having no clue what it's going to be. But the last couple years, I've pretty much known everything beforehand. Except for the year I got my new guitar. Yeah, that was a shock. A good one, too. :-) But other than that... I dunno. I guess I'm still childish enough to want to be surprised. And I have no bleedin clue what I'm doing for CS cuz the one class that I really needed to go to to figure out what's really wanted for this bleedin assignment I didn't go to. Cuz I was sick and didn't feel like moving from my spot in the campus center. GRRRRR that makes me so MAD!! So, yeah, whatever. I'll do it the way I was planning to before I looked over the examples from Friday, and send it in, and see what they have to say about the suckiness of it. Bah humbug do I hate skool. Utterly and completely. I need winter break so freakin bad! I'm exhausted and while I 'slept' for a long time last night, I didn't sleep much. And I think I'm just going to keep this song on repeat cuz it sounds wicked cool and is wicked beaty. Sometimes I really wish that I was the characters that I write about. Yes, their lives are often worse than mine. But they invariably have this one small (or large, heh) group of people that is their family. I mean, usually the group is friends or whatever, but still... Yeah, I don't know what I'm talking about. I got woke up this morning by Da screaming at Mum cuz his packet of unopened (as in STILL FACTORY SHRINKWRAPPED) T-shirts were sitting on a moldy piece of wallpaper. So clearly the mold has infected his shirts THROUGH the plastic. I wanted to yell at them to shut the fuck up and grow up, but they miraculously stopped, so I just went back to sleep. Bah.

Comments

[piratezim.livejournal.com]

can't you just make a list that's as specific as possible? then she could ask the peeps at the store (which you could also specify).

[piratezim.livejournal.com]

that's what i do

[dovyman.livejournal.com]

you could just ask the pablo about CS, oh yeah, I didn't go on friday, but I still know what he said he wanted on Thurs.