current mood: amused
My fortune cookie today says "YOU WILL BE SURROUNDED BY THINGS OF LUXURY."
My new apartment may be shabby, but I like it. Now that I'm away from my old roommate, I've got nothing to complain about except that my clippers are starting to leave railroad tracks on my head, the art I DIY'd for my living room wall is too damn small, and I still don't have health insurance.
Life is going pretty good, it seems. In fact, you can scratch the "pretty good" and replace it with "exceptionally well."
Unfortunately, I will not be attending A-kon this year, either. (Nor will Dargon.) I'm moving out of my apartment, which normally would not stop me.
However, I don't trust my roommate to have all her shit out of the apartment in time to clean it. Nevermind leaving her in charge of making sure it's ready to be vacated, even if I spent this week cleaning it up for her. I don't trust her farther than I can throw her for such matters.
So I get to spend A-kon weekend cleaning the fuck out of this apartment and probably throwing my roommate's shit out the door (literally) because she WILL procrastinate and not have a damn thing packed until I get on to her about it. You can believe I'll be breathing down her neck all this week. My shit is already packed, and I own a quarter of what she does. I've already started cleaning the kitchen, despite the fact that she'll probably attempt to fuck it up again between now and this weekend. I'd take the microwave away, but she'd just find it and use it anyway.
Next week I begin Life Without A Roommate. I'm looking forward to it.
Yay I'm signed up to volunteer at the animal shelter next Saturday! Finally. D:
Secondary hard drive is toast. The BIOS isn't even reading it, and apparently that means SpinRite won't help. I also remembered that that was the hard drive with my Oblivion files and saves on it, so I've lost all of that, too. Ah, well. My OB main was fun enough to play that I won't exactly mind reloading her from square one and replaying it sometime.
Just lost my secondary hard drive. Nothing ridiculously important or irreplaceable, although rebuilding my resume will be a bit of a bitch unless I can re-download it from the website I just uploaded it to last night. Also lost any music not on the iPod and 80% of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Dargon's coming into town, anyway, so we'll try Spinriting it or something.
It was a good hard drive. I'm just glad it hung on long enough for me to get most everything moved over to the bigger one.
EDIT: Got the resume re-downloaded. Dargon says "clicky-clicky" is a very bad noise, indeed, and means data loss.
This piece of glass in my foot is starting to piss me off. It's not that it hurts...in fact, I can't tell it's there at all unless I actually *look* at the bottom of my foot. But the fact that it's there and is starting to come out makes me want to get a pair of tweezers and just get it over with already.
OUT, DEMON. D:
IT'S FUCKING RAINING, BITCHES.
I think I may go run around in it, just for the sheer novelty of being wet somewhere that's not the shower.
Fuck you, AT&T, fuck you.
You don't require a phone number or my name to stop delivery, just the address. Why the hell you people insist on collecting every little piece of information you can get from a person is beyond me.
I'm tired of giving out my information willy-nilly to anyone who asks.
And yes, I know you're going to feed me some corporate line about how you need to do it in order to make sure I don't opt-out of my neighbor's phone books, too. I don't care. Phone books are an outdated nuisance and I get sixteen of the damn things a year, anyway. I counted. No one wants them anymore. Please join the information age and quit killing trees to provide a few with a service the many don't want anymore.
I should have to opt-IN for a phone book, not be forced to give you my name, address, phone number, date of birth, sex, gender, orientation, and the name of my best friend's aunt's dog in order to stop them from appearing at my doorstep. Not that giving you all that information would stop them, anyhow, as your people continue to drop them off even when repeatedly asked to stop. I even get multiples of the same phone book.
Fuck you very much,