Dr. Memnus Lagbane Soultooth the Mad

Each one that emails me puts me one step closer to defining what I keep by what will fit in a car. I've done it before; don't think I won't do it again. What kind of marketing technique is it to promise up to 74% off some price that you won't disclose?

The 74% quote -- in bold -- has come from two different people, ostensibly from two different companies. The identical inventory list they sent betrays them though.

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Subject says it all. I'm completely wiped out, wireless is being no good, and my teammates are hostage to the blinky distraction box, too much so for dinner.

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It's the last week of school before fall break. Somehow, I don't have any major homework - just a meeting after HCI today to hammer through the latest assignment in that class - but I feel antsy to Do Something. I want to go climbing, I think. Or I want to throw some rope, tie something up. Or I want to take down the new riser I've had my eyes on and start setting it up (nothing like being told a week before a tournament that your hardware needs replacing). Something, anything but sitting around school all day.

Office hours are going to be crazy busy today. Not only do people have their first threads assignment (with STL thrown in for the hell of it) due tomorrow, but they also have a midterm on Thursday to add to the panic! I might also have a midterm of my own coming up; I honestly don't know. Would be good to be warned about it.

I'll be in the LA area next weekend. Anyone going to be bored?

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So yeah, that cake? Fucking iced, I tell you.

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I'm growing tired of this.

I'm tired of doing the same shit every day and every week. I'm tired of being left-brained. I'm tired of staring at papers for longer and longer as they start to mean less and less. I'm tired of starting things, getting distracted by crap I've already seen, and having to come back to them later... yes, this rant falls into that category. I'm tired of feeling like I'm hiding half myself from everyone I see. I'm tired of bouncing between things so fast that I can't focus on any of them. I'm tired of an utter inability to concentrate as well as I need to. I'm tired of being such an introvert that I can't even flirt properly. I'm tired of having to correct typos in every other sentence I write. I'm especially tired of the fact that, all things considered I've got very little I should complain about, but still want an easy way out. I'm tired of being too afraid of disappointing people to make any major changes. I'm tired of lying awake alone every night, no matter how exhausted I am, staring at the walls for an hour. I'm tired of having no chance to shoot in the sun.

It's spring and I'm restless. I want to go running, for gods' sakes, and you all know I'm NOT the running type.

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I typed out an entry twice, but you don't get it because the keyboard shortcut for "italicize" is now apparently the keyboard shortcut for "crash LogJam".

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So, Pixar will be having a Q&A session and interviews at University of Utah.

Next Tuseday and Wednesday.

For the love of gods, why???

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Augh, so sleepy. But should either grade, or have a life... or both in that order. But, I think instead I get a short nap, then dinner, then (wooo) bust out the grading. Eugh.

EDIT for assonance: Fuck you, phone phobia.

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Well, things had been going so well. Then today happened.

I woke up and had a dial tone on the phone. Yay. But when I ran up to school to check email, the iron canopy bed frame (think lots of tying places) I'd been dawdling on was sold, and I'd missed a call about going to pick up a computer desk. Went home, checked a thrift store for furniture... got nothing useful... then picked up the desk, and in my pride, messed up my back getting it up to my apartment myself. (Not messed up too badly at least, it seems.) Got stuff set up on the desk, and my desktop re-Fedorafied (second reinstall), then sat around to wait for the DSL modem to arrive.

5:00, no sign. I call Qwest (who hasn't given me a tracking number on the damn thing) and they look it up themselves, and it's supposedly out for delivery. "It's usually by 7," I'm informed. Convenient that 7 is when Qwest call centers close.

7:00, still nothing. I've been doing laundry, and the dryer vents into the apartment for some stupid reason, so it's really warm and humid.

8:00, I escape to do groceries, and forget to buy more milk. By the time I've fixed and eaten dinner, with three days of leftovers and probably too much thyme, it's 10:00. And I'm pissed. I come back up to school to check mail, and it turns out the living room set I'd been told was available had in fact been sold.

So, I've got a bed with no frills - wheeled frame, box spring, and mattress. I've got a dresser. I've got a computer desk, but no chair except the box to my smaller monitor. I've got wireless, now, but no internet access behind it so it's not that useful.

I guess tomorrow I call up Qwest to ask the same damn question, then say no, I didn't actually get the modem if it says it's delivered, and I didn't get notified of a delivery, then ask for a tracking number and probably not get one.

Meanwhile, contact info is updated, at least.

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Oh, and that early-August thing?

I also now have jury duty on August 4th.

When it rains it pours, I suppose.

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