You know, for all that I tell people my laptop is shitty, I've got a new found respect for it tonight. It didn't freeze, nor did it slow, nor did it flash a blue screen at me, while I attempted to download 11 games, 3 soundtracks, and the extended edition of Lord of the Rings; The Two Towers, all the while running iTunes, a web browser with 8 tabs open (two with paused videos on them), MSN, League of Legends, Steam, Teamspeak and Windows Live mail in the background.
Steam however, did crash. My bad for making it try to download 11 games at once. But it's all good, faster and more Steam-friendly to download one at a time. Lesson learned.
Regardless, my laptop didn't complain. And for a laptop that cost about £300 that's (fuck me) well over a year old now, a year and four months to be exact. Woah, I didn't realise we've had such a long, happy relationship, my laptop and I. I know it's not the best, hell it's probably pretty close to...
[At this point I got distracted because twitching my right thumb made my right index finger also twitch, involuntarily, maniacally giggling all the way. That's so me.]
...being the "worst". But hell, it runs LoL, always has done. It runs Terraria, beautifully. In fact, the only problem I ever had with it was my own fault.
I've managed to get it infected with 3 trojans at once (my poor baby had to get taken away by the PC World people to get a whole new hard drive to fix that particular mishap), gotten it at least two bouts of spyware (one I managed to get rid of conventionally, the other was the more aggressive type that I only managed to get rid of cus it randomly decided to fall asleep for but a moment, allowing me finally to open the start menu to sneakily run a system restore behind it's back), not to mention the physical abuse it sustained at uni. I'M LOOKING AT YOU ANDREW. Knocking it onto the floor... (and my pizza too!) THE LEFT CLICK STILL DOESN'T WORK PROPERLY.
So yeah, this realisation made me think about everything I take for granted, or just don't appreciate (it didn't, but everyone needs a hook into a topic they wanna write, right? Yeah.). I don't always appreciate my family. Specifically my dad; I didn't notice before, I don't even know why, but he's always been there if I needed him. The random phone call cus my laptop is having a fit and I don't know what to do? Immediately gets in touch, soon as he can. The email, asking for advice about the place I should move into next year? Reply received within an hour of him being home from work. I don't know how, but I'm going to try my hardest to show how much I appreciate that, seeing as I seriously doubt he'll ever read this.
I don't appreciate my friends. Not as much as I should, anyway.
Specifically Andrew. I know for a fact he'll read this so next part is addressed to him; thanks for always listening to me when I rant away (even when it's about the scary girl stuff you don't particularly want to know about), despite the merciless piss-taking and teasing about a certain someone *coughmichellecough* you get in return. You're a real stud. *COUGH* Sport, I meant sport. See, I can't even keep the teasing out of the thank you letter D: well, the intention is there.
Specifically Alisha, Alex, Sammi, Hazel and Jessie. I don't talk to these guys nearly as often as I should. They're all brilliant people. Time is running out, I'm heading back to uni soon, then I'll see them even less often. Hell, before summer I hadn't seen Alex in months cus he was in Dundee. Next year, Alisha will be there too. If any of you read this, gimme a shout. We need to hang out, even if it's just sitting in the Beveridge park some nice day with ice cream and chatter. In fact, that sounds bloody good... when you guys next free?
In general, I don't appreciate what I have. By some miracle, I've made it into second year at uni without failing a single thing, with minimal effort put into first year. I'm scared as hell I'm gonna make the same mistake next year. I know it doesn't sound like a mistake, but as much as I joke about it, I don't want to scrape a degree. In the end, it's not about having a grade. It's about actually knowing what the grade represents. That sounds confusing; what I mean is, I can say I have a C in higher German. It's true, but it means nothing. I barely remember a thing about German. Similarly, I have a 1 in standard grade music, but I'll be damned if I remember any of that, barring a few stupid details.
I need to kick my life up a gear. It's trailing at the moment, and it can't stay that way. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking, but I'm actually gonna try and hold myself to this.
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Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Monday, 18 July 2011
What are we waiting for?
So right now, I'm kinda bored.
I wanted to go play Team Fortress 2, but it needs to download, since I haven't got it on my laptop. Estimated time to wait: 5hrs30mins.
Ah, but I can fall back on good old League of Legends. Ah, EU servers, Y U SO CRAPPY? Estimated time to wait: 3 hours 52mins.
It has made me think though, about waiting. Right now, I have no goals in life. Short term goals I mean, obviously there are big goals like successfully get a degree out of university, get myself a decent job I enjoy doing, and spontaneously become a millionaire and buying Scotland so I can paint the grass pink and pass a law that we all must wear tartan hats and say "see you Jimmy" or "och aye, the noo" between every sentence. Clearly some of my goals are more attainable than others.
For now, for the most part, I'm just waiting. Nothing's happening. I'm not in the middle of something, big or small. I'm just waiting for the next big moment. So what am I waiting for?
It's worth noting that all that up top was written abut a week ago, but I just never got round to finishing this blog, but the main point is still relevant.
Since y'all love hearing about my life so much, I'mma tell y'all what I'm waiting for. In order.
Oh Father, where art thou?
Moving back to my dad's at some point soon. I'm quite looking forward to it. In fact, that's a bit of an understatement. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm feeling slightly... caught, for want of a better word. Caught between having somewhere to actually lay roots. Where I live now, it's not really my home anymore. My room isn't mine; it's a showroom. None of my personality can be out on show cus it has to be perfectly bland and boring for prospective buyers. But that's another rant for another day.
OH GOD SEPTEMBER, Y U NO GET HERE FASTER?
Words do not describe how much I miss uni. I miss being independent. Not only living by myself, but the little things, like choosing when and what to eat. When to go to bed, and when to get up. I miss being in a place where I'm far from those in my life who are ignorant, childish or spiteful (Alannah, if you read this, I'm not talking about you. I don't use my blog to hit out at anyone who might actually read it). I miss my studies! Sounds wrong I know, but it's amazing how much relaxation you can get from sitting in a warm lecture theatre, on comfy chairs, listening to a lecturer discuss determinism and indeterminism, or explain the case of Little Albert. I truly enjoy everything about university, and I'm desperate to go back.
So, have I got AIDS or what?
Got a blood test about 9 weeks ago, not for anything specific (no, I don't have AIDS, or any other STD, thankyouallverymuch) and the results still aren't back. I don't think there's anything seriously wrong with me, but the waiting is ridiculous, especially when it's over 4 weeks late. And it makes me paranoid. Plenty of "what if"s are swimming in my mind, and since I have an overactive imagination, some of them are quite worrying. But oh well, I'm sure it's nothing.
Oh Mother, where art thou? Oh dear, reused joke.
Now, I'm not a complete social animal, but I'm not an isolationist either. I've been in this house alone for most of a week, so I suppose I'm waiting for some human contact, and mum comes home tomorrow night. Not that it matters that much, since she's leaving again on Thursday, but still, company. Thank you Andrew for keeping me company over the weekend, and thanks Sammi, Jessie, Alex and Alisha for getting me out of the house too. Scott, you don't get any thanks. You went to sleep like a pussy. LOL jk love you really.
That's about it I suppose. Waiting is defining my life right now, and I'm not too sure I'm happy about that. It won't be over till I'm back at uni though, so I better just shut up and get on with it.
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I wanted to go play Team Fortress 2, but it needs to download, since I haven't got it on my laptop. Estimated time to wait: 5hrs30mins.
Ah, but I can fall back on good old League of Legends. Ah, EU servers, Y U SO CRAPPY? Estimated time to wait: 3 hours 52mins.
It has made me think though, about waiting. Right now, I have no goals in life. Short term goals I mean, obviously there are big goals like successfully get a degree out of university, get myself a decent job I enjoy doing, and spontaneously become a millionaire and buying Scotland so I can paint the grass pink and pass a law that we all must wear tartan hats and say "see you Jimmy" or "och aye, the noo" between every sentence. Clearly some of my goals are more attainable than others.
For now, for the most part, I'm just waiting. Nothing's happening. I'm not in the middle of something, big or small. I'm just waiting for the next big moment. So what am I waiting for?
It's worth noting that all that up top was written abut a week ago, but I just never got round to finishing this blog, but the main point is still relevant.
Since y'all love hearing about my life so much, I'mma tell y'all what I'm waiting for. In order.
Oh Father, where art thou?
Moving back to my dad's at some point soon. I'm quite looking forward to it. In fact, that's a bit of an understatement. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm feeling slightly... caught, for want of a better word. Caught between having somewhere to actually lay roots. Where I live now, it's not really my home anymore. My room isn't mine; it's a showroom. None of my personality can be out on show cus it has to be perfectly bland and boring for prospective buyers. But that's another rant for another day.
OH GOD SEPTEMBER, Y U NO GET HERE FASTER?
Words do not describe how much I miss uni. I miss being independent. Not only living by myself, but the little things, like choosing when and what to eat. When to go to bed, and when to get up. I miss being in a place where I'm far from those in my life who are ignorant, childish or spiteful (Alannah, if you read this, I'm not talking about you. I don't use my blog to hit out at anyone who might actually read it). I miss my studies! Sounds wrong I know, but it's amazing how much relaxation you can get from sitting in a warm lecture theatre, on comfy chairs, listening to a lecturer discuss determinism and indeterminism, or explain the case of Little Albert. I truly enjoy everything about university, and I'm desperate to go back.
So, have I got AIDS or what?
Got a blood test about 9 weeks ago, not for anything specific (no, I don't have AIDS, or any other STD, thankyouallverymuch) and the results still aren't back. I don't think there's anything seriously wrong with me, but the waiting is ridiculous, especially when it's over 4 weeks late. And it makes me paranoid. Plenty of "what if"s are swimming in my mind, and since I have an overactive imagination, some of them are quite worrying. But oh well, I'm sure it's nothing.
Oh Mother, where art thou? Oh dear, reused joke.
Now, I'm not a complete social animal, but I'm not an isolationist either. I've been in this house alone for most of a week, so I suppose I'm waiting for some human contact, and mum comes home tomorrow night. Not that it matters that much, since she's leaving again on Thursday, but still, company. Thank you Andrew for keeping me company over the weekend, and thanks Sammi, Jessie, Alex and Alisha for getting me out of the house too. Scott, you don't get any thanks. You went to sleep like a pussy. LOL jk love you really.
That's about it I suppose. Waiting is defining my life right now, and I'm not too sure I'm happy about that. It won't be over till I'm back at uni though, so I better just shut up and get on with it.
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Tuesday, 21 June 2011
What is this I don't even...
I've not blogged in a while. I don't think. I seem to remember starting one a week or so ago then not posting for whatever reason. So here, is a blog.
More of an update really, but hey ho.
I passed all of my university courses! That's a surprise and a half, considering. Can't honestly say I'm proud of myself though; it takes no effort to be bestowed with dumb luck. I thoroughly believe that if anyone failed geography, I didn't deserve to pass, so I'm just hoping it was a clean sweep for all the geographers. I am kinda proud of psychology though - I actually put effort into that (same with philo, but to a lesser degree). All in all, pleased with my results, but still well aware that I need to put a tonne more effort into my work, I can't scrape through for much longer.
So that means I'm back home. Kind of. Between Stirling, Glasgow and Kirkcaldy I have 4 homes, so I seem to be shifting about a fair bit. Which is why I can never make it to meet ups and shizzle, cus I never know where I'm going to be. Home is a very ambiguous word. I'm not entirely sure where it is at the moment. I know where I'm happiest, is that what makes it home?
Been having a bit of writer's block lately. If you describe writer's block as complete and utter laziness. I have a short story (that I'm quite proud of, with a funny structure) that is almost done - I have about 2/3 paragraphs to go, and I'm really looking forward to finishing it but I just can't be bothered. I don't know what makes writing a blog less tiresome. Though to be fair, this particular blog lacks my usual satirical comments and blatant sarcasm (probably due to tiredness) and is really more of a mind-spill than a regular blog.
So yeah, life's good. I'm determined to get through the summer wallowing in some good old laziness. That's what they're for, right?
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More of an update really, but hey ho.
I passed all of my university courses! That's a surprise and a half, considering. Can't honestly say I'm proud of myself though; it takes no effort to be bestowed with dumb luck. I thoroughly believe that if anyone failed geography, I didn't deserve to pass, so I'm just hoping it was a clean sweep for all the geographers. I am kinda proud of psychology though - I actually put effort into that (same with philo, but to a lesser degree). All in all, pleased with my results, but still well aware that I need to put a tonne more effort into my work, I can't scrape through for much longer.
So that means I'm back home. Kind of. Between Stirling, Glasgow and Kirkcaldy I have 4 homes, so I seem to be shifting about a fair bit. Which is why I can never make it to meet ups and shizzle, cus I never know where I'm going to be. Home is a very ambiguous word. I'm not entirely sure where it is at the moment. I know where I'm happiest, is that what makes it home?
Been having a bit of writer's block lately. If you describe writer's block as complete and utter laziness. I have a short story (that I'm quite proud of, with a funny structure) that is almost done - I have about 2/3 paragraphs to go, and I'm really looking forward to finishing it but I just can't be bothered. I don't know what makes writing a blog less tiresome. Though to be fair, this particular blog lacks my usual satirical comments and blatant sarcasm (probably due to tiredness) and is really more of a mind-spill than a regular blog.
So yeah, life's good. I'm determined to get through the summer wallowing in some good old laziness. That's what they're for, right?
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Tuesday, 31 May 2011
A Memoir. Kinda.
So this isn't going to make sense to anyone else but me but I enjoyed this particular after match conversation and needed to save it somewhere.
The game is League of Legends and if you feel the need to sign up please follow this link (cus I get presents from Riot if you do :3):
http://signup.leagueoflegends.com/?ref=4d95f28f30a81939106578
If you can be bothered, feel free to sign up and just get to level 5, then I still get rewards even if you stop :D
Please remember that Riot employees will never ask for your username and password when assisting you.
anonimani joined the room.
TataSzatana joined the room.
Edeler joined the room.
FYSOAB joined the room.
Owned Bob joined the room.
Freeruner93 joined the room.
Shadow nixo joined the room.
FYSOAB: noob team
Chaoslord AK joined the room.
Tortesor: nice game
TataSzatana: u are noob too
TataSzatana: runing like chicken on mid
FYSOAB: loom my score noob
FYSOAB: you have already feeded
FYSOAB: noob
FYSOAB: i said ss
TataSzatana: i whasent
FYSOAB: you go up and kill them all
Tortesor: :D
TataSzatana: before
FYSOAB: look the score of my team!!!
Tortesor: look at my score
Tortesor: :D
TataSzatana: je right they are noobs
gyllybug: gj xin ^
Tortesor: :D
gyllybug: *^^
FYSOAB: i have told you that
Tortesor: 3 items
FYSOAB: ashe
Tortesor: okay feeding is not a crime
Tortesor: :D
gyllybug: yes?
FYSOAB: dont play ashe again
Owned Bob: i got 3 items too
FYSOAB: ok?
gyllybug: oh shut up, you know as well as I do we'd have done better had xin and kassa not been a tiny bit fed ^^
Chaoslord AK: wow -.- i got 2 items and more kills then u teemo
Chaoslord AK: so shut up
Chaoslord AK: its just a game
FYSOAB: fuck you bitch
gyllybug: <3 you too
FYSOAB: fail ulti!!!!!!
FYSOAB: we got him
FYSOAB: but you fail!!!
gyllybug: <3
FYSOAB: LOL
FYSOAB: fuck you mother fucker bitch
gyllybug: :) <3
FYSOAB: noob
gyllybug: :) :)
How I love to wind up ragers in the morning.
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The game is League of Legends and if you feel the need to sign up please follow this link (cus I get presents from Riot if you do :3):
http://signup.leagueoflegends.com/?ref=4d95f28f30a81939106578
If you can be bothered, feel free to sign up and just get to level 5, then I still get rewards even if you stop :D
Please remember that Riot employees will never ask for your username and password when assisting you.
anonimani joined the room.
TataSzatana joined the room.
Edeler joined the room.
FYSOAB joined the room.
Owned Bob joined the room.
Freeruner93 joined the room.
Shadow nixo joined the room.
FYSOAB: noob team
Chaoslord AK joined the room.
Tortesor: nice game
TataSzatana: u are noob too
TataSzatana: runing like chicken on mid
FYSOAB: loom my score noob
FYSOAB: you have already feeded
FYSOAB: noob
FYSOAB: i said ss
TataSzatana: i whasent
FYSOAB: you go up and kill them all
Tortesor: :D
TataSzatana: before
FYSOAB: look the score of my team!!!
Tortesor: look at my score
Tortesor: :D
TataSzatana: je right they are noobs
gyllybug: gj xin ^
Tortesor: :D
gyllybug: *^^
FYSOAB: i have told you that
Tortesor: 3 items
FYSOAB: ashe
Tortesor: okay feeding is not a crime
Tortesor: :D
gyllybug: yes?
FYSOAB: dont play ashe again
Owned Bob: i got 3 items too
FYSOAB: ok?
gyllybug: oh shut up, you know as well as I do we'd have done better had xin and kassa not been a tiny bit fed ^^
Chaoslord AK: wow -.- i got 2 items and more kills then u teemo
Chaoslord AK: so shut up
Chaoslord AK: its just a game
FYSOAB: fuck you bitch
gyllybug: <3 you too
FYSOAB: fail ulti!!!!!!
FYSOAB: we got him
FYSOAB: but you fail!!!
gyllybug: <3
FYSOAB: LOL
FYSOAB: fuck you mother fucker bitch
gyllybug: :) <3
FYSOAB: noob
gyllybug: :) :)
How I love to wind up ragers in the morning.
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Monday, 23 May 2011
Blog includes important links. FOLLOW THEM!
I've found a problem with using Google Chrome.
That problem I ranted about in a blog back in November? (http://gyllybug.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-it-starts-with-rant.html)
Yeah, it's back. The only logical reason I can find why this could be is that I'm using Google Chrome.
HDEQK HJDELQHVJKQ HJIRHBQJVKBHFDBQVFIEW HJIHGWEWEGEJWGI.
For some reason those blocks of "blergh" all start with H. No idea why.
Anyway, to the point of this blog. Which I haven't actually worked out yet.
Well, almost finished my exams. Done the two that are important, and while I am completely uncertain as to what way philosophy is going to go, I think I might have just squeezed a pass out of it. Only one left is geography, and we all know how that is absolutely certain to go. And I mean absolutely certain. There is no way in hell, regardless of what I get in the exam, that I can pass. My coursework wasn't up to much either, so it's a pretty 100% fail right there. Not decided how I feel about that really, I think the overwhelming feeling is pretty much "at least I don't need to stress about scraping a pass". That's a terrible attitude to have, and I know it.
On another note, pretty proud of myself for managing to get an entire year's worth of knowledge for psychology onto 5 sides of A4 paper. Makes revision SO much easier. Carrying on the theme of unrelatedness, I have a deviantART, that I have posted some creative "works" of my own, (ignore the LoL meme, it will not make sense to anyone who doesn't play LoL) not recently though, since I've been pretty busy with revision and needed to pour all my motivation into that, not being creative/blogsome.
You can find it here: http://gyllybug.deviantart.com/. If you do follow the link, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS TASTY AND BACON-LIKE, TELL ME! Even if you didn't read any of why I've written, or did and hated it, please tell me if you clicked the link. Comments and criticisms are absolutely welcome too, if you did read some of my stuff.
As a final note, I'm just gonna recommend a few things.
Elfen Lied.
This is an anime series based on a manga, that is the only manga series I've actually watched all of. If you don't watch it for it's story, watch it just for the soundtrack. Even just the titles! Good anime, if you're into that sort of thing. (P.S, I've been informed it actually comes under the genre of "gore", but I don't know much about the genre systems.) Find it here: http://www.animefreak.tv/watch/elfen-lied-english-dubbed-online-free
DeviantART.
Great site, for anyone with that little creative streak. Great site, for anyone interested in other people's work. Great site for finding fan art of your favourite things. And I mean everything. There should be a rule that if it exists, it's on dA. Find it here: http://www.deviantart.com/
Shadow of the Colossus.
This is a game for the PS2, and if you haven't played it I demand that you do. It's a game like no other and I guarantee you will find no other game like it. Except MAYBE, MAYBE, Monster Hunter, which is ever so slightly similar but really, who actually likes Monster Hunter? (Dig dig dig dig dig!) Okay I'll admit it's barely like Monster Hunter at all but I couldn't resist that dig.
Finally finally, I have twitter too. Recently started actually using it. Follow me? Yes, I'm gyllybug again.
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That problem I ranted about in a blog back in November? (http://gyllybug.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-it-starts-with-rant.html)
Yeah, it's back. The only logical reason I can find why this could be is that I'm using Google Chrome.
HDEQK HJDELQHVJKQ HJIRHBQJVKBHFDBQVFIEW HJIHGWEWEGEJWGI.
For some reason those blocks of "blergh" all start with H. No idea why.
Anyway, to the point of this blog. Which I haven't actually worked out yet.
Well, almost finished my exams. Done the two that are important, and while I am completely uncertain as to what way philosophy is going to go, I think I might have just squeezed a pass out of it. Only one left is geography, and we all know how that is absolutely certain to go. And I mean absolutely certain. There is no way in hell, regardless of what I get in the exam, that I can pass. My coursework wasn't up to much either, so it's a pretty 100% fail right there. Not decided how I feel about that really, I think the overwhelming feeling is pretty much "at least I don't need to stress about scraping a pass". That's a terrible attitude to have, and I know it.
On another note, pretty proud of myself for managing to get an entire year's worth of knowledge for psychology onto 5 sides of A4 paper. Makes revision SO much easier. Carrying on the theme of unrelatedness, I have a deviantART, that I have posted some creative "works" of my own, (ignore the LoL meme, it will not make sense to anyone who doesn't play LoL) not recently though, since I've been pretty busy with revision and needed to pour all my motivation into that, not being creative/blogsome.
You can find it here: http://gyllybug.deviantart.com/. If you do follow the link, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS TASTY AND BACON-LIKE, TELL ME! Even if you didn't read any of why I've written, or did and hated it, please tell me if you clicked the link. Comments and criticisms are absolutely welcome too, if you did read some of my stuff.
As a final note, I'm just gonna recommend a few things.
Elfen Lied.
This is an anime series based on a manga, that is the only manga series I've actually watched all of. If you don't watch it for it's story, watch it just for the soundtrack. Even just the titles! Good anime, if you're into that sort of thing. (P.S, I've been informed it actually comes under the genre of "gore", but I don't know much about the genre systems.) Find it here: http://www.animefreak.tv/watch/elfen-lied-english-dubbed-online-free
DeviantART.
Great site, for anyone with that little creative streak. Great site, for anyone interested in other people's work. Great site for finding fan art of your favourite things. And I mean everything. There should be a rule that if it exists, it's on dA. Find it here: http://www.deviantart.com/
Shadow of the Colossus.
This is a game for the PS2, and if you haven't played it I demand that you do. It's a game like no other and I guarantee you will find no other game like it. Except MAYBE, MAYBE, Monster Hunter, which is ever so slightly similar but really, who actually likes Monster Hunter? (Dig dig dig dig dig!) Okay I'll admit it's barely like Monster Hunter at all but I couldn't resist that dig.
Finally finally, I have twitter too. Recently started actually using it. Follow me? Yes, I'm gyllybug again.
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Friday, 13 May 2011
The Facebook Boycott.
So anyone who was paying attention at the time (don't blame you if you weren't, I wasn't either.) will know that I have boycotted Facebook just to see if I could do without it.
These past few days have been horrible. Just adding to my isolation and ever-growing insanity. I will now write a day by day account of how things have gone.
DAY 1:
It's actually really difficult to open Chrome without automatically clicking my Facebook bookmark on my bookmarks bar, so first step is to delete that. After about half an hour of trolling the interwebz I've thought of at least 6 things I could post to Facebook for some lols. Damning my own idiocy in stopping myself from gaining some self worth after someone comments on my lols finding skills, I eventually give up on the internet and start playing Shadow of the Colossus.
DAY 1.5:
I'm starting to realise now that I'm not talking to people very much, with the exception of Kadeezles, Ondeh, imoaN and Alannah (bbz? Idk, I don't think I've ever used a nickname for you) on MSN. Growing ever-more isolated I realise I haven't actually said a word aloud in over 3 days, how odd.
DAY 2:
Wondering what I ever used the internet for before Facebook. I find myself bored and frustrated, and so so alone. I retreat to bed and sleep - the only way I can find that might possibly banish boredom. After waking up, I immediately start up the laptop and remember my ban, shoving the laptop back on my desk in frustration and immediately turn around and punch the wall. My knuckles bleeding I reel off a dozen curses before starting up the PS2 to take some frustrated anger out on innocent Colossi again.
DAY 3:
Can't cope. Must not go to Facebook. My hands shake when they go near my laptop. I resolve the only way to stop myself is to sit as far away as possible. Wrapping myself in my duvet I curl up in front of my door, staring at my laptop. I can almost see the troll face growing, as it's newly sprouted hairy arms beckon me, pointing to the address bar. The F just waiting for me to add an A, now a C...
Blinking hard I don't understand how I got from the floor to the laptop without even noticing. The arms are now claws, slashing at me in anger as if to say "Y U NO FACEBOOK?". One claw catches my neck and the blood begins to pour. As I reach my last dying breath the only thought running through my head is "if only I had logged in to Facebook..."
If you hadn't already worked it out by now, the last few paragraphs are a load of bollocks. Yes dearies, this was all indeed lies.
In truth, I've barely noticed not using Facebook. Sure, I did notice that I don't actually use the internet for much else, and yes, I did experience some pretty extreme boredom (boredom that still existed when I hadn't banned myself from Facebook, but the good 'ol FB covered up the boredom for me) but that was nothing that wasn't solved by reading a book, playing a game or, God forbid, actually using my time to study!
I've come to the conclusion that either I underestimated myself, or overestimated the significance of Facebook. Nevertheless I'm gonna continue ignoring it. I quite like this new freedom and will to do something other than sit in front of a screen for hours clicking the "home" button.
And yes, I am posting this to Facebook but through blogger and only so that people I don't have on MSN have a chance in hell of reading it.
Thank y'all for reading if you did, and if you didn't, why the hell are you reading this? I mean srsly, who skips the entire blog and reads the last sentence?
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Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Recent news, and a rant.
Must apologise for the lack of blogging. Having trouble trying to be creative and cynical at the same time (ie, post both here and on dA), but I'm pretty sure I'll be able to keep it more even soon.
P.S, any people who are here from my link in my dA journal, welcome to my blog!
Good afternoon, May, how wonderful of you to stop by. You bring with you a new pay day, a concert, and a deposit paid in full for the (now completely secured) upcoming accommodation worries. Oh and also exams, so it's not all bad. Oh wait...
Now, I am well aware of the structure of these exams. I know what to study. So I'm not panicking too much about them. It's just a matter of knowing the topics. Psychology is again a multiple choice exam based on lecture content only, which is absolutely fine and dandy, my revision for last years exam working fantastically and earning me a clear pass. Philosophy is two essays, where I pick two of four questions regarding the topics Egoism, Famine, Abortion, and Death. Which, as controversial topics, should not be too difficult. Depends on the wording of the question I suppose. Geography is a bigger version of the mid-term which I bombed spectacularly on, and really must revise the calculations part. >.<
Despite not actually having titled this blog as I write it now (the title usually being some sort of indication of the topic of the blog, kinda.), those top two paragraphs are very off-topic. I started this particular blog so I could have a little whine at Firefox.
You know what, Firefox? I liked you. I liked your design, it was simple and clear. I liked your speed, hell, this is something I never really had to consider because ANYTHING was an improvement on IE. I liked your themes, they accommodated for my bizarre phases of what I liked to see, like the pink phase, the mysterious phase and the downright cool phase.
Then you made me download Firefox 4. I was hopeful! Long had we pranced happily, hand in hand through the fields of interweb browsing, gaily giggling at the various funnies, sighing at the latest "breaking news" about some pop star's new hairdo, gasping at the less-than-child-friendly marvels of google's "I'm feeling lucky" button.
We guffaw'ed together at the other browsers. IE that was like a crotchety old granddad trying to keep up with the kids. Chrome that was like the sexy new toy just waiting to spring a new disease on you. Opera that was like wading through glue on a quest to get stronger glue to pull yourself out of the glue.
You know what Firefox? I loved you. You went ahead with the surgery, and I, the loving companion, allowed it. It was what you wanted after all, and who was I to deny? I held your hand as you went under the loading knife, worried about your well-being as you were put to sleep, eagerly awaiting being able to restart you and seeing the wonders of your transformation.
Immediately, you crashed. You ran at less-than-granddad-IE speed as I tried to open more than 2 tabs. Gone are the days of our picnics in the twilight, opening the sandwich of Facebook, eating the donut of Dorkly and drinking the epic of the Escapist. I remained hopeful, hopeful that under these faults I'd see the real you, what you used to be. All I got was a snarling monster that blacked out every time I tried to open DeviantArt.
I cannot forgive you. So farewell, my faithful friend. I will forever remember our days together, and remain blindly hopeful that some day sees the update of all updates, and brings my best friend back to me once more.
Until then, me and Chrome are gonna bitch behind your back and snigger away at all the pics I took of you before you put your make-up on in the morning. As is appropriate for one who has had their heart broken by one they once loved so dearly.
Well I think that's my "holy shit, where did that come from?" quotient filled for the day. Hope y'all enjoyed it. *big smiles!*
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P.S, any people who are here from my link in my dA journal, welcome to my blog!
Good afternoon, May, how wonderful of you to stop by. You bring with you a new pay day, a concert, and a deposit paid in full for the (now completely secured) upcoming accommodation worries. Oh and also exams, so it's not all bad. Oh wait...
Now, I am well aware of the structure of these exams. I know what to study. So I'm not panicking too much about them. It's just a matter of knowing the topics. Psychology is again a multiple choice exam based on lecture content only, which is absolutely fine and dandy, my revision for last years exam working fantastically and earning me a clear pass. Philosophy is two essays, where I pick two of four questions regarding the topics Egoism, Famine, Abortion, and Death. Which, as controversial topics, should not be too difficult. Depends on the wording of the question I suppose. Geography is a bigger version of the mid-term which I bombed spectacularly on, and really must revise the calculations part. >.<
Despite not actually having titled this blog as I write it now (the title usually being some sort of indication of the topic of the blog, kinda.), those top two paragraphs are very off-topic. I started this particular blog so I could have a little whine at Firefox.
You know what, Firefox? I liked you. I liked your design, it was simple and clear. I liked your speed, hell, this is something I never really had to consider because ANYTHING was an improvement on IE. I liked your themes, they accommodated for my bizarre phases of what I liked to see, like the pink phase, the mysterious phase and the downright cool phase.
Then you made me download Firefox 4. I was hopeful! Long had we pranced happily, hand in hand through the fields of interweb browsing, gaily giggling at the various funnies, sighing at the latest "breaking news" about some pop star's new hairdo, gasping at the less-than-child-friendly marvels of google's "I'm feeling lucky" button.
We guffaw'ed together at the other browsers. IE that was like a crotchety old granddad trying to keep up with the kids. Chrome that was like the sexy new toy just waiting to spring a new disease on you. Opera that was like wading through glue on a quest to get stronger glue to pull yourself out of the glue.
You know what Firefox? I loved you. You went ahead with the surgery, and I, the loving companion, allowed it. It was what you wanted after all, and who was I to deny? I held your hand as you went under the loading knife, worried about your well-being as you were put to sleep, eagerly awaiting being able to restart you and seeing the wonders of your transformation.
Immediately, you crashed. You ran at less-than-granddad-IE speed as I tried to open more than 2 tabs. Gone are the days of our picnics in the twilight, opening the sandwich of Facebook, eating the donut of Dorkly and drinking the epic of the Escapist. I remained hopeful, hopeful that under these faults I'd see the real you, what you used to be. All I got was a snarling monster that blacked out every time I tried to open DeviantArt.
I cannot forgive you. So farewell, my faithful friend. I will forever remember our days together, and remain blindly hopeful that some day sees the update of all updates, and brings my best friend back to me once more.
Until then, me and Chrome are gonna bitch behind your back and snigger away at all the pics I took of you before you put your make-up on in the morning. As is appropriate for one who has had their heart broken by one they once loved so dearly.
Well I think that's my "holy shit, where did that come from?" quotient filled for the day. Hope y'all enjoyed it. *big smiles!*
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