Question:

What expletive is sufficiently awful enough to encapsulate the abject horror and utter rage that are provoked by the complete meltdown of a 256MB flash disk with a year's worth of work-related files, including, but not limited to, contracts, proposals, and presentations that I spent several thousand hours of my life creating, which in turn brought me no small amount of stress and tension headaches, as well as precipitated several incidences of mental and spiritual depletion?

Answer:

None.


In that case, I might as well yell, "FUCK YOU YOU GODDAMNED BLOODY SHITTY UNIVERSE AND MAY THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE SEE FIT TO REAM OUT YOUR ORIFICES WITH THE COSMIC EQUIVALENT OF A RUSTY HOE! YOU SHITBAG! BUNCH OF CRAP! USELESS! " You know, just to get it over with. I don't care to cultivate ulcers.

HELP. Is there any way to recover my data? MY BLOODY THESIS IS THERE. T______T

My mother was rushed to the hospital due to dengue fever. Don't ask me how she got it, all I remember from the ordeal were the hours I paced the hospital worrying, only to find out all she needs is a blood transfusion. She was fine a few days after, and that's what matters.

And oh, eatingsoup101, awesome job taking care of that troll at deg_fanficrants! I knew you and kashshaptu could handle things without me. Maybe I should consider retirement. Make my life easier. XD

Attention, kashshaptu and eatingsoup101! Darlings, I have a current RL emergency right now and won't be able to go on the internet, LJ or check e-mails until the end of the month. I'm really sorry, but please take care of deg_fanficrants for me, ok? Take care, girls!

I was talking with Saul the other day. In the course of our thoughtful and edifying conversation, he revealed that he wanted to drop his other major. It wasn't because he lost interest in it (Communications Arts), but because in spite of his interest and enthusiast for it, he hasn't been getting the grades he wanted. On the other hand, I haven't exactly been feeling motivated about Political Science after the crap last grades I got from my exams. I love this, but taking it seriously? It hasn't been sitting well with me and it's bothersome. :(

Agitated Screams of Maggots is such an AWESOME song. I love the guitars!

Yesterday, K. and I were furiously cleaning up the office because an important visitor was due to arrive in the afternoon, and I wound up in charge of making the floor sparkle. Unfortunately, it was covered with white vinyl tiles that had seen much better days, so the best that I could achieve, despite vigorous mopping with a strong bleach solution, was a dull sheen. Anyway, I was going over a section of the floor near the door, which K. had left slightly ajar when she had gone out to go to the restroom, when I noticed an old man, henceforth referred to as Putrescent Old Orangutan with a Paunch (POOP), blatantly peeking into the room. He was apparently waiting for the elevator--our office is a mere five steps from it--and had decided to pass the time by prying.

Nothing was going on that wasn't fit for public consumption, but I absolutely hate people without respect for privacy, so I threw him an evil look. Since that look has literally caused large, grown men to quail before it, I expected him to at least look sheepish and turn away. When he persisted, I reached out to close the door, which promptly shut with a bang: an effect I did not intend--not entirely. As I've said before, my hands tend to move of their own accord when I am agitated.

A few minutes later, K. again had to leave the room for something. POOP was now in front of the elevator. He saw K. emerge from our office, and turned upon her in a fury. "Tell your employee that she's rude! I was just peeking into your room and she slammed the door in my face!]" (K. told us about this as soon as she got back. POOP had kept up the tirade all throughout the elevator ride, and she was utterly mortified. Among his wonderful comments were, "Those kinds of people shouldn't be allowed to exist.")

Well, POOP, did you ever consider that peeking is totally, inexcusably rude? I mean, if we had been in the bathroom I would have assaulted you with a blunt object and taken you to court! In fact you're lucky I didn't decide to attack you with the mop and give you an impromptu face whitening treatment. We will undoubtedly run into each other one of these days, and I look forward to that day, because I will have plenty of words for you. Don't worry: all of them will be extremely polite--and extremely pointed.

In the meantime, would it be too much to ask that you be afflicted with paranoid schizophrenia in order that you will experience nothing but utter horror at the sensation of being watched?

Instead of preparing for Halloween, I'm here, doing homework at home! Oh, I suck.

Disclaimer: I get this way when I'm just annoyed.

Dear Fugly Math Professor:

Here's a news flash: Everybody has nipples. Some even have more than the usual two. You are not a beautiful and unique nipple-owner. And you'd have to be utterly crazy to think that your paunch is in any way unique. Therefore, you should stop wearing those godawful shirts. You actually prove Tony Lou's theory about gay men and tight shirts, but I wish you didn't. The gay community doesn't need to be oppressed any further than it already is. Come to think of it, the heterosexual male population shouldn't have to include you, either. Just go away. Yes, you are that disgusting, and you're smarmy and snide to boot. Go away.

Dear Random Woman,

In case you've forgotten--though I don't see how--you are inside a tightly packed train with your little girl. Children do not magically acquire discipline and self-sufficiency inside large, crowded vehicles, and so you ought to be watching over her at all times. At the very least, observe basic train safety: you should be holding on to her at all times--she is three years old at most and cannot hang onto anything except you. Releasing your grip and allowing her to bother other passengers and risk serious bodily injury while the train is running just so you can reply to a text message is utterly unacceptable. Cow.

Dear Self,

Study MORE.

Exams are killing my brain. T_____T (I'm typing with good grammar and capitalization now, whoopie)

Just...this entry? Shinya looks SO hot here, and I find myself seeing him as a Johnny boy if he looks like that. *___*

for the very first time i drove the HiAce around sun valley. i was initially reluctant to drive for several reasons. (1) during my driver's test days the car would often stall on me, and it has been a month since i last drove a vehicle with manual transmission. (2) i was wearing low-heeled slip-ons and not sneakers. (3) crissy kept giggling the last time i drove and i absolutely hated it. 4) last time i drove there was this stupid pedestrian bitch who came out of nowhere and i nearly fan her over. she screamed at me and went on and on about how youngsters these days shouldn't learn how to drive for the sake of the pedestrians despite the fact that i kept on apologizing and i even offered to give her my number and all if she wanted to sue me but what the fuck, you know?

anyhow, i got onto the driver's seat the minute we entered the subdivision just for the sake of it.

driving the van is somewhat easier. the height gives you a great view of the road, so no more guessing whether i've gone too far or too little at a corner. i've noticed that i've become a bit more sensitive to the sound of the engine, when to shift gears. i need practice at shifting back to neutral, though.

fortunately the van stalled on me only once. wow, what a record! i've become more attuned to the grinding sound of too little clutch - hench, step on the (very hard) clutch. the pedals of the HiAce are a lot smaller - not good especially if you're wearing slip-ons. my foot slipped off the clutch as i tried to slow down on a hump. the van stopped as a result.

the steering was someting i had to get accustomed to. there would be moments when i wondered whether the steering wheel was back in its correct position. the cars i've driven (vios, lancer, city) have Y-shaped steering wheels. the HiAce's is box-shaped. so i relied on the toyota logo as a guide. but you know how toyota's logo looks like - its almost the same upside down. not good.

anyway. have a stupid calculus exam tomorrow. i don't get it why i still have to take these courses when i fucking suck at math, and i took up an arts course simply to get away from stuff like this. aaargh. good luck to me.

over the past two weeks i've decided to occupy myself with another pastime - dvd watching. dad collected a lot of dvd's while he was looking for a job. and now i have all the time in the world to watch them.

two days ago i watched my first quentin tarantino movie - Kill Bill Vol. 1. i had seen the trailer months ago and i wanted to watch it immediately upon seeing the teaser. but i never did.

anyways, that movie has now become one of my personal favorites. even two days after watching it i still can't get it out of my head. i can't stop thinking about their unbelievable moves, their wit and cunning, the riveting music, and most of all - the visuals that were total eye candy.

what the hell. i just wrote more than one paragraph about a movie. i should go out or something. XD

WTF is up with crimson_guitar, man? I was able to join it before using my old LJ, but now witout a word it just declined by application to join the comm? What's the unwritten rules there, yanno? Do I have to have red hair or worship Die's feet or something?

New journal!!!!! *bounces around and about*