Life's a mess. Why am I stuck cleaning it up?
I'm taking a brief respite from my huge amount of work to write this, because if I don't I will probably just go crazy or something. I actually don't have all that much work, but what I do have is an inability to do that which I have. What I mean is, I basically don't know what the heck is going on, so I can't finish the work [properly]. Computer science has succeeded in completely losing me again, except this time even the book can't help me, because it just doesn't tell me what I need to know. Graphics and CAD is probably the most monstrous 1 credit class I will ever take in my entire life. What the heck kind of 1 credit class is two hours a week AND an expected one hour of independent work, which happens to include (surprise surprise) video lectures? I'm not even learning anything in the class! I'm expected to spend my valuable time listening and watching a professor who is too good to teach a class himself! This to me is highly ridiculous. From now on, I'll make a point to watch out for those sneaky 1 credit classes.
Why do I even have all this to do in the first place, you ask? Partly because of procrastination, yes, but mostly becaues of a series of unfortunate computer problems. It all started a couple weeks ago when Laura decided that knocking my laptop on the floor from the bench in the kitched would be a real cool thing to do. At the time I thought nothing of it, because I didn't have any problems with the computer. Then, all of the sudden, out of nowhere, completely randomly, bang, last night everything decides it no longer wants to work. No internet connection, no browsers, no VPN client, no nothing. It just hates me. So what did I do? I did what any rational person would do: I went to the Vorhees Computing Center (VCC, for future reference) Help Desk. Let me put in a brief word about the Help Desk. It's sort of like technical support, except the people have some idea what they are doing, or at least some resources that can help them if the problem is slightly above them. Furthermore, dealing with Help Desk is a lot more fun in that you can laugh at your Impossible Computer Problem while they try to fix it, unlike when the tech support people with the incomprehensible accents sit there and talk you through running msconfig..."M as in Mary...S as in seltzer water...C as in cat...O as in onomatopoeia...N as in nincompoop..." and so on, while you sit there banging on your forehead with your palm or some other firm object. And even further more, these people are peers, fellow students, who understand what a grievous pain in the butt life and computing can be. Boy, I respect those Help Desk people. Last night I spent three hours (three hours!) at the Help Desk whilst they tried to diagnose the problem with my computer before finally concluding that it was suffering from terminal hard drive cancer. From here I was sent to the RCR (Rensselaer Computer Repair...don't you just love all these absurd acronyms?), who decided that a hard drive transplant was necessary. Fortunately I had backed up all but a few files, and those which I didn't back up are easily obtainable thanks to the continuing wonders of online piracy (argh!). By the way, today was International Talk Like a Pirate Day. So anyway, they put in a new drive, I went back to the Help Desk to have it re-imaged, and all was right with the world. Except not, because I'm still not finished with the gall-derned work I have to do. Why are you distracting me?
Fixing computers is real fun and relieving. There aren't many things that can compare to a good computer. Like they say (or said, way back when we got our laptops), "Happiness is a working laptop." Golly, were they ever right. Why am I not happy? Perhaps I can attribute it to the collection of assignments hanging over my head, ready to collapse and send me on my way.
But wait, there's more! I went back to CBA (ah, good old CBA) today for a brief visit, and ended up staying nearly an hour. The best part was going back to the art room during the end of 9th period and seeing all of the denizens of last year's Dynasty Art Class (most of whom weren't actually in the class). I went to Drill Team practice, but today was Regulation day, so nothing interesting was going on and I ended up leaving. It's still pretty sweet to walk into a building and instantly have everyone you used to know marveling at how much longer your hair is (that's basically what I got from everyone). Someday I will grow a really sweet beard and then they won't even be able to tell who I am. The point is, I have to go back there again some day, because there are just so many chill people there. I can't believe I just used the word "chill" in that context, but there's no going back now. Well, there is going back, but I for one refuse to partake in it. That would be a waste of precious, valuable time which I don't think is worth it at all.
Gee, I can't wait until I have friends again!
The End
Why do I even have all this to do in the first place, you ask? Partly because of procrastination, yes, but mostly becaues of a series of unfortunate computer problems. It all started a couple weeks ago when Laura decided that knocking my laptop on the floor from the bench in the kitched would be a real cool thing to do. At the time I thought nothing of it, because I didn't have any problems with the computer. Then, all of the sudden, out of nowhere, completely randomly, bang, last night everything decides it no longer wants to work. No internet connection, no browsers, no VPN client, no nothing. It just hates me. So what did I do? I did what any rational person would do: I went to the Vorhees Computing Center (VCC, for future reference) Help Desk. Let me put in a brief word about the Help Desk. It's sort of like technical support, except the people have some idea what they are doing, or at least some resources that can help them if the problem is slightly above them. Furthermore, dealing with Help Desk is a lot more fun in that you can laugh at your Impossible Computer Problem while they try to fix it, unlike when the tech support people with the incomprehensible accents sit there and talk you through running msconfig..."M as in Mary...S as in seltzer water...C as in cat...O as in onomatopoeia...N as in nincompoop..." and so on, while you sit there banging on your forehead with your palm or some other firm object. And even further more, these people are peers, fellow students, who understand what a grievous pain in the butt life and computing can be. Boy, I respect those Help Desk people. Last night I spent three hours (three hours!) at the Help Desk whilst they tried to diagnose the problem with my computer before finally concluding that it was suffering from terminal hard drive cancer. From here I was sent to the RCR (Rensselaer Computer Repair...don't you just love all these absurd acronyms?), who decided that a hard drive transplant was necessary. Fortunately I had backed up all but a few files, and those which I didn't back up are easily obtainable thanks to the continuing wonders of online piracy (argh!). By the way, today was International Talk Like a Pirate Day. So anyway, they put in a new drive, I went back to the Help Desk to have it re-imaged, and all was right with the world. Except not, because I'm still not finished with the gall-derned work I have to do. Why are you distracting me?
Fixing computers is real fun and relieving. There aren't many things that can compare to a good computer. Like they say (or said, way back when we got our laptops), "Happiness is a working laptop." Golly, were they ever right. Why am I not happy? Perhaps I can attribute it to the collection of assignments hanging over my head, ready to collapse and send me on my way.
But wait, there's more! I went back to CBA (ah, good old CBA) today for a brief visit, and ended up staying nearly an hour. The best part was going back to the art room during the end of 9th period and seeing all of the denizens of last year's Dynasty Art Class (most of whom weren't actually in the class). I went to Drill Team practice, but today was Regulation day, so nothing interesting was going on and I ended up leaving. It's still pretty sweet to walk into a building and instantly have everyone you used to know marveling at how much longer your hair is (that's basically what I got from everyone). Someday I will grow a really sweet beard and then they won't even be able to tell who I am. The point is, I have to go back there again some day, because there are just so many chill people there. I can't believe I just used the word "chill" in that context, but there's no going back now. Well, there is going back, but I for one refuse to partake in it. That would be a waste of precious, valuable time which I don't think is worth it at all.
Gee, I can't wait until I have friends again!
The End
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