there isn’t any let up

Okay, now they're making stuff up. Warning, not for kids.

I hooked up with a guy I had been dating for a about a week and he went down on me for 1/2 an hour in his living room and then his dad walked in but we didn't noticed to i contiuned orgasiming and Ben was still between my legs but his did was wacking off to us. Then when we found out his dad was getting off Ben, his dad and I had a 3 way hook up. Really kinky and wierd but I totally got off to it


The frick kinda Electra complex does SHE have?
//I hear them calling calling

I am selfish I am wrong

I had just spent the entire morning crying. Well, about an hour and a half or so. I had finally got it under control, and spent the better part of my first lesson period sitting in the office of Dr. J. Novus.1 I had, by the way, no real reason for crying. I just started blubbering for no concious reason. Dr. Novus said stress was involved, and I made an appoinment for the following day. She suggested I quit the course that's been bugging me. I spend the entire lunch period trying, and failing, to complete an overdue assignment. Over the weekend, I had tried finding out what information I had missed by emailing the teacher. Yes, that teacher. This assignment. The assignment she had given us, according to my classmates, was way too easy. Here are the transcripts.

+Transcripts+

See why I was so frustrated? See?

So I walked into class, after waiting to use some dude's pickax for the entire lunch period, and tell the teacher that she hadn't told us what the assignent was ahead of time. She insisted that she had. I insisted that she hadn't. She insisted that she had. I insisted that she hadn't. She insisted she had. I insisted I had an alibi for the night of the murder. Seriously,
I stared at her, packed up and walked out.

I thank God I don't drive. I would undobtedly have killed someone. Likely a kitten. And I like kittens.

By the time I reached the bus stop, I could bharely see through my tears. And when I cry, I get a migrane. And when I get a migrane, Bad Things Happen. That is all.

About a third of the way home, I realized that I was likely going to be physically sick. I was going to have to cry"BusstipI go'n'bedick" and then lunge for the door, which would open just a little too slow, in slow motion. Then I'd get outside, retch in the gutter, look up, and Agent Smith would try and shoot me.

Sorry,where was I?
Right.

I made it home, turned off the alarm, closed the door, stripped off my shirt, dropped my bag, danced the can can, and stumbled into my bathroom. I ran my head under the shower for a while, and eventually stopped crying. Then, because I'm an addict, I went online.

When my father got home, I told him my decision.

I was quitting the class.

[part 2 forthcoming]
1. Not actually her real name.
//I am right, I swear i'm right, swear I knew it all along.




I’ve tried so not to give in

It is prodigiously difficult to be a selfish b____d when all these people keep caring about me.

Details tomorrow. Just be aware it involves that post I was putting off writing, and did, but forgot to tell you about it.

//I’ve said to myself this affair never will go so well

it's lonely out in space

My sister has a nasty habit of installing programs willy-nilly with no regad for the effect they have on other users. That is, she will download every piece of spyware, adware, and junkware she can find, and argue violently that it needs to stay on the computer.

For example, a few years ago, she downloaded a program which rotates wallpapers, known as Webshots!. Most of said wallpapers suck. She did not download it onto our home computer, however, but onto our mother's office computer. It is still there to this day, merrily cycling through ugly wallpapers to its heart's content. I'm glad we were able to give the poor thing a home. She still has nighmares sometimes... There there, poppet, you're safe with mummy now.

My point being that MJ's programs almost always impose upon other users of the computer. I somehow go the better part of six years without interering with that computer's operation. She had two months before she started downloading wallpapers and such. I've had to delete Comet Cursor from three different computers; the one in my mother's office, this home one, and our schools new secretaries. That was in early Feburary. The woman had been there since, oh, last fall.

The most recent incident of such was earlier tonight, when she installed a buddy icon program, courtesy a link sent by my brother through MSN Messanger. Why such a level-headed individual would even consider using such a program is beyond me, but the upshot of the situation what that I saw what it had done to IE when she opened a link through Messanger to show me a picture of a girl dancing.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Um..." she replied.

"Get it off," I said.

She refused. I pointed out that it was adware, and nonessential. She asked if I really needed Photoshop.1 I replied that, yes, I did, for the sake of my future job. I added that Photoshop doesn't impose on anyone. She said it took up space which by some twisted logic, is an imposition. I pointed out that I needed it, and asked her to draw a paralell between career practice and buddy icons. She used other poor arguements. I pointed out that I had actually asked my parents to install Photoshop two years back this spring. She used "It's not your computer!" I pointed out that if it wasn't my computer, then it wan't hers either, and asked her why her right to install the program trumps my right to remove it. She didn't answer, aside from threatening to remove Photoshop. Aw, that's so cute, would you like to kick me in the shin and pull my sweatervest up over my head while you're there? I'll wait.

Sad thing is, I swore I'd never fall for the hypocite gambit again, since it means that all you have to do is admit you're wrong to defeat your opponent. It's alway's MJ's first line of offense, and I have never seen through it, even when, it retrospect, it's as plain as day.
pie
I've had that dang Level commercial in my head all day. If you haven't seen it, Level is a "perfectly balanced vodka". The world's first, in fact. The commercial entails a couple eating on a platform held on stilts by waiters. Waiters on the platform serve the vodka, and the glass isn't level. They slide down the two poles in unison, and one waiter takes a matchbook out of his pocket and tucks it under the sole of one of one of the pole holders. The glass balances. Then the copy and tagline. All grayscale.

I think it has something to do with my own instability.



1. Which is asking if a fish needs water. It could survive without it, but not for long and it's not recomended by your physician. Ask your doctor before starting a no-Potoshop regimen.
//on such a timeless fligh

So.
My father got a new Dell laptop on Sunday from the Church, in order to celebrate his X years in the ministry and Y years as a pastor at our church. Please note that I do not call it a "computer", which is an undeserved honourific for any Dell product.

The initial startup screen read that we had to hit any key to agree to the EULA. The End-User Liscence Agreement is standard for installing almost any commercial piece of software. Ours was supposed to be included in the packaging.

It wasn't.

I took a risk and hit a key.

Several screens later, I came across a box with the actual EULA. There was a story a few weeks ago about a guy who was actually reading his EULA and won a thousand bucks. The Screen Savers hid a similar thousand K claim in some product Kevin R. sold on eBay(I don't know the specifics), and it's still unclaimed. So I started to read the EULA.

My sister reached over and hit Next.

I promptly reamed her out for not actually giving me a chance to read the message. I had no idea what she had just agreed to, on behalf of my father. Then I hit Back.

It took me to the screen before the EULA. I hit forward. It took me to the screen after the EULA.

This means that not only might the EULA be omitted from the documentation which came with the product, once you agree to it in the software, you can never see it again. It is not on the Dell website, or Microsoft's. I'm guessing that if you send Dell a letter, they will not send you a copy of the EULA.

The agreements for signing up for websites are almost always cramped into a small box, with paragraph structure that seems designed to hinder reading. With a simple cut and paste, one can read the text in Notepad, but some websites actively disable cut n' paste in these boxes. In short, they do everything they can-short of breaking the law-to keep you from reading the contract your signing. It's electronic fine print, but it requires a microscope-and possibly Firefox-to read.

Two years ago, when I searched for stuff, I got inane result on EZboards. Now I'm getting inane results off of blogs, and when it is forums, its usually PhbBB. I'm not sure what my point is, but I know it was irrelevant.

//back when Batman was all the rage