LucyDuke
staring at the clock
Subscription posts are wicked lame.
I am going to rant, no predict, that it will snow in Calgary this weekend.
I've always lived in the same house, all my life. It's got three separate apartments. When I was very small, my parents and I lived in the basement apartment, my great-grandmother, who owned the house, lived in one of the upstairs apartments, and her daughter, my grandmother, lived in the other. My great-grandmother always babysat all of her great-grandchildren all the time so I grew up living with my cousins all the time. It was awesome.
Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap.
I'm not sure this is actually the case, I need to go home and check, but if what I think is the case is actually the case, I'm a total moron with a big problem.
Last night I wanted to copy some files from my computer to my USB memory stick. I had too much stuff on the stick to fit the new stuff, so I copied all of it to a folder on my desktop, then went through the stick and deleted the files I didn't need. I had them backed up in the folder on the desktop. Then I copied the files that I needed onto the stick.
But I just popped in the stick here at work and it's showing me files that are not right. They're wrong! They're the wrong files! So I'm worried that when I thought I was deleting the files off the stick, I was actually deleting them out of the backup folder...
I'm not sure, though, because I think these files aren't the ones I left on the stick. I'm really confused. I think the two different computers are reading the stick differently. I need to go home and make sure I didn't delete any of those files. 'Cause if I did, oh crap.
long rant
My good friend of mine (who happens to be female ) has gone away for the week to Spain... and needless to say I am missing her like hell. I'm missing her so much, I feel like I am not missing her and don't really like her. I fight back against this and think that I am missing her and really do admire her. It's all so confusing and unnecessery.
Curse Spain and my teenage hormonal urges!
Edit: Oh, and the people across in the street practicing for thier band are really bad. And loud.
God I hate most garage bands. They tend to have absolutely NO knowledge of how to mix their instruments or set up so that they don't sound like the creaking of the gates of Hell.
God I hate most garage bands. They tend to have absolutely NO knowledge of how to mix their instruments or set up so that they don't sound like the creaking of the gates of Hell.
I think this is the sound some garage bands are going for.
God, I love Random Rants threads!