Whoosh

Today's theme is this: The only thing I have accomplished today is my compsci homework. And that took me about five minutes. Currently I have the filename of a random windows video driver scrawled on my hand because I was making an attempt at fixing computers. I'd like to also remind myself that things are a lot easier if you don't follow the template and figure it out for yourself.. and that's probably why my compsci gets screwed up. Hehehehe.

It's so nice not to have any more midterms hovering over my head... this weekend has been so relaxed. I think I'm going to go eat some pocky then head off to bed, or try to discover Hohenheimium. Yay!

... Oops

I sort of... slept through class this morning. And I swear it wasn't because I was up until two talking to people. It was more like... I thought it was still Sunday. I still think it's Sunday. I think this is because somehow the fact that Saturday was absurdly long (until four in the morning-type long) has confused my brain into thinking that Sunday must also be absurdly long. I don't quite see how that makes Sunday stretch into Monday but... yes. That's how it works. Saturday still wins in terms of unexpected awesomeness, though (hooray FMA chats and mustangactor and harems!). Of course, tomorrow is welcome to be Tuesday because that means Thanksgiving break comes sooner. I hope everyone who's already back at home (darn you becada422!) is having fun. I promise I'll be back for winter break... even though you won't be back until a week after I get back... darn you.

Sigh... I really don't want to do my physics homework tonight. But it's only 7.. so if I start now and get at least four problems done, I think I'll actually be super-ahead of where I usually am on Monday night. Back to work with me, then!

Grr!

Ok... whoever it is in the Shoreland that keeps freaking trying to hack into my computer needs to freaking stop it, because I am freaking sick of seeing all the popups when my firewall and stuff blocks it. Sick of it! Stop! Grrr! You're not winning! Whoever's at .108.098, and whoever calls themselves trogdor... just. freaking. stop. You're not going to get through. Leave it be.

(Just venting some frustration... I don't remember getting hit nearly this much last year. There must be a lot of bored people here.)

You know what... while I'm at it: Physics is evil and boring, and people who slam doors and don't apologize probably don't realize how much that scares and bothers me but it annoys me anyway. And I don't know why it only happens with my door. I even took the door-closer off so it wouldn't slam. And people still slam it. Freaking... grr!