September 03, 2003 :: 4:42 p.m.
reveal yourself, demon!
Okay. I would like bludgeon Amazon.com to death and then set its bleeding carcass on fire. And roast marshmallows over it. You know why? I'll tell you why. Adam, being the wonderful, way too generous boyfriend that he is, pre-ordered the Angel Season Two DVD set for me. It came out yesterday. I do not have it in my anxious little hands. Why? Because Amazon really fucking sucks at getting pre-ordered items to their destinations on the day that they come out. It's true. And it's pissing me off, because here I had my little hopes all up and once again they've been squashed under the universe's grubby sneaker. But they should be here tomorrow. I hope. And I need to do something incredibly spectacular for Adam as a thank you, but I'm lacking both funds an inspiration. Hrm. Must think on that.
School today... I had to be dropped off and picked up, because my car is in Grantville being inspected. I can't get it until tomorrow due to my tendency to act like a dumb ass, which means that I'll also have to be dropped off and picked up (and then possibly dropped off and picked up again for my evening class) once more. I'm not used to being car-less, even just for a few days. It sucks quite a lot. Adam has all my sympathy right now.
Drawing class was spent staring at an arrangement of random things again (rake, stool, lamp, bowling pin (wtf?), etc). Boring. I got a "check plus" on my sketchbook pages, though, and she even used them as an example. Flattering indeed, especially when I consider most of what I drew to be complete crap. You're always your own harshest critic, I guess. Anthro was fun, as usual. My professor is hilarious, and I officially love her. I've had, hands-down, more interesting and likeably Anthropology professors than I've had in any other subject. What's that about? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but it sort of makes me wonder. I like my Anthro class but don't particularly enjoy my art classes. Perhaps I'm in the wrong field of study here.
I have a sculpture to do for Glass on Friday. I have no idea what to make. I am completely, amazingly at a loss. I say "amazingly" because I'm usually fairly good at concocting things, even when I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to be doing. I have been blessed with The Gift of Bullshit, undoubtedly, but it's failing me at the moment. Hopefully something will present itself by tomorrow night, because at that point I will absolutely have to come up with something, whether I have an actual idea or not. Here's hoping.
Oh, right. My computer? Is fucking cursed. Adam discovered that its problems all stemmed from bad RAM, as I discussed previously. So my mom and I went out and bought a brand-spanking-new stick of Kingston Technology 512MB PC2700 RAM, which is exactly what Adam has in his computer (and so in turn it is exactly what he put un my computer to make it work properly). He put the new stick in and everything seemed to work fine. Problem solved, right? Me being me and my computer being the possessed son of satan that it is, of course not. I tried to turn the thing on this morning and what do I get? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It won't come on. The seal on the package that the RAM came in was broken when we opened the box, so we're going to exchange it for a new and hopefully undamaged product within the next day or so. All I can say is GRRRRRRR.
I'm hungry. Also, I want to go to the craft store, but I can't. Damn having no transportation. Damn it straight to hell! And it can take the fucking vet clinic at which I had an interview with it, because they have no gotten back to me despite the fact that I've called them FOUR TIMES. I really thought I was going to get that job, too. Why does the universe hate me so much? Seriously. I'd really like to know. I'd also like an address to which I can send a lovely, gift-wrapped bomb. Fuckers.
Anyway. Off to feed. Mmm, and doesn't putting it like that just sound so scrumptious? Feeding. Like spiders and mosquitoes and vampires. Just set me up with a nice shot of blood (preferably in a yellow novelty mug that says "Kiss The Librarian") and I'll be a-okay for a while.
And while I�m surreptitiously working Buffy references in, I should point out that the quote over to your right has indeed broken my pattern. I�ve been selecting one quote from each episode starting all the way back at Season One and using them in order as I post. However, I love this Cordy quote and I completely forgot about it when I picked my quote from The Wish. So instead of continuing on and featuring one from the next episode in my sequence (Gingerbread), I backtracked and used this one. Because it makes me giggle. It�s all in the delivery, really. I will resume my regular, chronological quote-posting schedule with the next entry.
Ahem. Thank you and goodnight.
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