November 04, 2003 :: 11:40 p.m.
Angel vs. Strong Bad
Argh. I'm so tiiiiired. Why? I have no idea. It's very annoying. I may hit the sack soon, academic responsibilities be damned. Although I don't particularly have any tonight, so... no big. I am working on something for Creative Writing, though. Three things, actually. It's like a simultaneous writing extravaganza. But I'm thinking that it can wait, because sleep is just getting more and more appealing with each passing moment.
I had a rather horrific scare this afternoon, thanks to my truly demonic computing unit. It went all wonky, as it is annoying wont to do, so I saved all my stuff and restarted it. It went through the disk check thing, which took about five years. There were many, many screens of things that my compy does not agree with. When it finally got back into Windows, I tried to open up the story I'd been working on. The one that I'd very specifically saved two minutes before restarting the beast machine. But guess what? No story for Amanda! Oh, no. Instead, the sadistic little gnome that lives inside of my computer decided to have it for lunch, most likely with a pickle and a Coke.
That's right. It ATE my story. My seven page story that was progressing very nicely. I very nearly had a heart attack. Seriously, I could feel my heart seizing up in my chest, hemorrhaging with disbelief. It's really a miracle that I'm writing here now, because I was thisfuckingclose to tossing beating this thing to a smoking, twisted pulp with my hefty walking stick.
I didn't, though. Obviously. It was really an amazing exhibition of restraint, I think. I got all but the last few paragraphs of the story back somehow, and rewrote the stuff that was lost. So, you know, in the end it all worked out. But I swear to god, this thing... it's a creature of evil, through and through. If there is a hell, all of the computers there are relatives of this one. It's like the Great Granddaddy of Evil PCs, and it lives in my bedroom. IN MY BEDROOM, I tell you! No one is safe.
No one is safe from molten aluminum, either. Which is what we're going to start on Thursday in 3D. I fear for the well-being of myself and all those around me. I am not to be trusted with hot, heavy, or sharp things. Have we not learned this yet? Honestly, people. Here's hoping I can keep all my digits intact. And the extremities, too. They're very important to me in that sentimental way.
Adam and I tried to rent SSX 3 tonight, but Blockbuster didn't have it. Or more precisely, two Blockbusters didn't have it. Apparently the other three that we didn't go to had it, but such is my life. We ended up watching Court TV instead, which is fine because Forensic Files is my eternal love. I would love to be a "forensic investigator," poking around dead stuff all day and using fun-colored chemicals and actually knowing what they mean. Hmm, yeah. I'm not a science gal.
There's a new Angel tomorrow night - me so excited! There are Mexican wrestlers afoot, I know what much. And whenever I think of Mexican wrestlers, I think of Strong Bad.
Tonight on Angel, a mysterious villain by the name of Strong Bad has Angel & Co. under his spell. Fred is in love, Wesley suddenly recalls his childhood ambitions of becoming a professional wrestler, and Angel sits in his office, bemoaning his lack of manly Mexican wrestler mask and boxing gloves. Gunn dispenses legal advice via email, and Lorne comes up with a song called "Everybody!" that he's sure will take L.A. by storm. But what is the sneaky Strong Bad up to while our evil fighters are distracted? Tune in to find out!
I can totally see it, too. I'm just not sure what that says about me.
back & forth
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