[EDIT-I'm not listing the actual entry. Just find the dates accordingly.-LP-9/25/11]
A year ago
(September 24, 2007)
Two years ago
(September 22, 2006)
Three years ago
(September 24, 2005?)
And today...
Not sleeping and not studying for my midterm tomorrow about eyes. I hate the eye. Its complicated and gross. Mostly gross. Well, still complicated too...
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
MySpace-September 20, 2008-New Dog, Dog Jog Rant
So Wednesday, Joe and I picked up his new dog, Mary. For those of you that don't know, Joe has wanted a dog for a while now. I managed to convince him away from any creature that was big enough to eat me or my horses. In doing so, I convinced him to get a dog with a blindness problem.
Mary is about 10 months old. She's mostly Briad (a French herding breed) with some Beagle thrown in to make her smaller. She weighs about 40 pounds but is on the skinny side. (Apparently LabDiet 5006 doesn't pack the pounds on.) She is has congenital retinal dystropy which makes her see poorly in the dark. She's black with tan underneath and somewhat gross double dewclaws on the back feet. They'll get removed it she starts hanging them up on things.
So things have been going well enough with her. Riley doesn't particularly care for Mary. There has been a lot of snarling and growling but I really think that they'll get used to each other esp. as Mary grows out of her puppy phase. Riley's upset face is more because Mary won't get out of hers. Roosevelt is somewhat indifferent, though doesn't appriciate the half hearted chasing attmepts. (Mary's never seen cats.) He too will grow to be okay with the situation.
Mayr doesn't quite get the pottying outside and has had several accidents. She tends to bark when left alone in her crate, but in general doesn't mind being in it. She likes to play with toys but trips over them constantly. Mary walks on a leash okay but is constantly swerving, wheving and bumping into your legs. Mary runs into the furniture alot more than we thought she would.
She went into school today for a ophthomology lab and all of the ophthomologists thought her eye problems were cool. She was a pretty good dog and any of her misbehavior can be chalked up to still being a puppy. Roosevelt went to school for the same thing today too. He behaved much better than you should ever expect a cat to behave but he did try to make a break for it in the parking lot when the door of the cat carrier came undone.
Anyway, Mary's been to the dog park twice. She enjoys romping around with other dogs but doesn't care for it when its too rough or too fast. If she doesn't start it somewhat, I think she has problems realizing what's going on. She doesn't like the transition from grass to gravel but still has managed to fall into the lake twice. Transitions from light to dark are also a major problem. Such as getting in and out of the car. When we first brought her home, she jumped from the Jeep but her poor depth perception cause her to fall and bite her tounge. Anyway, she seems to be a good dog.
I had cake decorating class on Wednesday night. I made and decorated a cow shaped cake in it. I took it too school the next day and it was devorored in a matter of miniutes. Everyone was fairly impressed.
Thursday, I did surgery in a sheep. We opened it up, found the rumen, cut a hole in the rumen and then sewed everything back up. I had a good time but if the sheep was destined to live, it was still destined to die (unless it got a huge dose of penicillin) because I contaminated the abdominal cavity with stomach contents. A huge no-no.
So Dog Jog is going about as crappy as ever. Its only three weeks away. No posters have been made, no announcement have been made, no t-shirts have been ordered, no donations have been looked for. No nothing. I'm still waiting on approval from campus and the city for actually holding the event. Its a problem. I dropped the form off in one office Tuesday and it still wasn't done today. I'm so frustrated because I can't really do anything else until its approved. Basically, if we're still in the same spot on Wednesday next week, the whole thing is getting called off, which will severly hurt the humane society. Esp. since they are excited about the donation that we are/were going to make. ERRRR!
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
Mary is about 10 months old. She's mostly Briad (a French herding breed) with some Beagle thrown in to make her smaller. She weighs about 40 pounds but is on the skinny side. (Apparently LabDiet 5006 doesn't pack the pounds on.) She is has congenital retinal dystropy which makes her see poorly in the dark. She's black with tan underneath and somewhat gross double dewclaws on the back feet. They'll get removed it she starts hanging them up on things.
So things have been going well enough with her. Riley doesn't particularly care for Mary. There has been a lot of snarling and growling but I really think that they'll get used to each other esp. as Mary grows out of her puppy phase. Riley's upset face is more because Mary won't get out of hers. Roosevelt is somewhat indifferent, though doesn't appriciate the half hearted chasing attmepts. (Mary's never seen cats.) He too will grow to be okay with the situation.
Mayr doesn't quite get the pottying outside and has had several accidents. She tends to bark when left alone in her crate, but in general doesn't mind being in it. She likes to play with toys but trips over them constantly. Mary walks on a leash okay but is constantly swerving, wheving and bumping into your legs. Mary runs into the furniture alot more than we thought she would.
She went into school today for a ophthomology lab and all of the ophthomologists thought her eye problems were cool. She was a pretty good dog and any of her misbehavior can be chalked up to still being a puppy. Roosevelt went to school for the same thing today too. He behaved much better than you should ever expect a cat to behave but he did try to make a break for it in the parking lot when the door of the cat carrier came undone.
Anyway, Mary's been to the dog park twice. She enjoys romping around with other dogs but doesn't care for it when its too rough or too fast. If she doesn't start it somewhat, I think she has problems realizing what's going on. She doesn't like the transition from grass to gravel but still has managed to fall into the lake twice. Transitions from light to dark are also a major problem. Such as getting in and out of the car. When we first brought her home, she jumped from the Jeep but her poor depth perception cause her to fall and bite her tounge. Anyway, she seems to be a good dog.
I had cake decorating class on Wednesday night. I made and decorated a cow shaped cake in it. I took it too school the next day and it was devorored in a matter of miniutes. Everyone was fairly impressed.
Thursday, I did surgery in a sheep. We opened it up, found the rumen, cut a hole in the rumen and then sewed everything back up. I had a good time but if the sheep was destined to live, it was still destined to die (unless it got a huge dose of penicillin) because I contaminated the abdominal cavity with stomach contents. A huge no-no.
So Dog Jog is going about as crappy as ever. Its only three weeks away. No posters have been made, no announcement have been made, no t-shirts have been ordered, no donations have been looked for. No nothing. I'm still waiting on approval from campus and the city for actually holding the event. Its a problem. I dropped the form off in one office Tuesday and it still wasn't done today. I'm so frustrated because I can't really do anything else until its approved. Basically, if we're still in the same spot on Wednesday next week, the whole thing is getting called off, which will severly hurt the humane society. Esp. since they are excited about the donation that we are/were going to make. ERRRR!
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
Monday, September 8, 2008
MySpace-September 8, 2008-Misc. Things And a New Dog!
The Misc. Things first....
Friday night I was happily asleep in my bed when I was woken up by some yelling. It was about 3:30 in the morning. I looked outside and it was these two guys (my neighbors) and these two girls arguing. There were about six or so other people standing around watching too. It was directly in front of my apartment. Apparently, the guys had the girls over after the club and had slept with them. When the girls tried to leave, they tried to leave with one of the guy's iPods and cell phone. They were arguing about that. Eventually, the guy called the cops on the girls and immediately the cops-four of them in two cars, were in the parking lot. I'm saying the guy wasn't off the phone yet when the cops pulled up so someone else must of called because of the yelling. The guys explained what was going on. The cops asked questions and ended up taking away one of the girls. And I watched all of this from my bedroom window. Its a good thing the cops showed up when they did. I would of hated to been the one to call them.
Several weeks ago, I got back my deposit on my old apartment. I may have mentioned that it was painfully small. I didn't exactly know why but had some good guesses. When I went to cash my check, I found an itemized list of the deductions. I paid a $580 deposit on the apartment and a $350 one for the dog that was non refundable. They deducted for cleaning, carpet cleaning and a wall charge per my lease. I think I got off easy for the wall charge considering the considerable damage inflicted by my dog. But then I was charged for a set of blinds-while the blinds weren't great, they were the least of the concerns. What about the screens that the cat ripped up? I was charged for the burner pans on the stove-I was too lazy to purchase new ones but would of figured that those were included in the cleaning fee. I was charged for a blue ink stain in the carpet. Really? Cause the whole carpet was trashed. It was trashed when I moved in two years ago. And I was charged for a patch job to the carpet when a pet ripped it up. Shouldn't that of been covered in the pet deposit? I feel bad for the person that moved in if the carpet didn't get replaced. It wasn't smelly and probably cleaned up decently but I know it was ripped to hell by the cat.
My goat for surgery has a slow death wish. While the other three goats belonging to my classmates are content to be goats, the one belonging to our group seems to develop a new problem everyday. A new problem which we have to think of differentials (causes) for. And possible treatments. And possible tests. She was fine minus a large sore on her udder. Then she had a high heart rate-nervousness. Then she was anemic. Today's thing was nasal discharge. I have to keep her alive to Thursday when I do surgery on her and then mercifully euthanize her. Poor nanny.
The New Dog!
Joe has wanted a new dog for quite a while now. He wanted a big dog. I did not. We didn't need another dog though we do have room for one. We don't have time for one with him sleeping all day while I'm at school. But I was open to the idea of getting a dog. Even though I'm totally not a dog person. And I got huge amounts of veto power even though it infuriated Joe.
We went to the humane society on occasion. We looked into rescuing a greyhound but at $200-250, we had to decline. We thought about rescuing a Weimarweiner. But they were pretty expensive to and way too needy.
Then I got an email advertising some research dogs in need of a home. They were Briards-a French herding breed. They had been used in research about blindness and used as a model for infantile blindness. A disease that they helped pioneer a cure for. These dogs had this blindness as a congenital defect. Joe and I went and looked at the two females that they had up for adoption-Mary and Paprika.
Everyone knows that Joe is prone to impulses. I knew when we went and visited these dogs that we were coming home with one of them. I refused to talk about it right after seeing them, knowing that we both needed some alone time to think about it. Later, Joe and I discussed it, weighed the pros and cons of getting one of these dogs and of each dog. I told Joe he had my input. It was his choice.
He decided on the dog named Mary, even though he felt guilty about Paprika. Mary is still a puppy-not quite 10 months old yet. She is partially blind-mostly in dim/dark light. She's about 40 pounds but we don't think she's done growing yet. She has massive paws! She's black with tan features and a wiry coat. She looks sort of like a terrier of some sort. She has adorable eyebrows or bangs as Joe calls them.
Never to do something part way when it comes with buying things, Joe went to the pet store and bought everything we need. A second crate has been bought off eBay. I ordered a book ..er training and a tag for Mary.
I know that having a puppy is going to be a struggle for both of us. (And Riley and Roosevelt too!) I know that I'll have to put in as much time with training as Joe. I know too that Joe's enthusiasium will drive him to learn and care for this silly dog. I hope that he can provide the good home that this research dog, this stepping stone to a cure of a human disease needs.
We get her sometime this weekend if her spay goes well. I hope they washed her first. She was a stinky girl!
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
Friday night I was happily asleep in my bed when I was woken up by some yelling. It was about 3:30 in the morning. I looked outside and it was these two guys (my neighbors) and these two girls arguing. There were about six or so other people standing around watching too. It was directly in front of my apartment. Apparently, the guys had the girls over after the club and had slept with them. When the girls tried to leave, they tried to leave with one of the guy's iPods and cell phone. They were arguing about that. Eventually, the guy called the cops on the girls and immediately the cops-four of them in two cars, were in the parking lot. I'm saying the guy wasn't off the phone yet when the cops pulled up so someone else must of called because of the yelling. The guys explained what was going on. The cops asked questions and ended up taking away one of the girls. And I watched all of this from my bedroom window. Its a good thing the cops showed up when they did. I would of hated to been the one to call them.
Several weeks ago, I got back my deposit on my old apartment. I may have mentioned that it was painfully small. I didn't exactly know why but had some good guesses. When I went to cash my check, I found an itemized list of the deductions. I paid a $580 deposit on the apartment and a $350 one for the dog that was non refundable. They deducted for cleaning, carpet cleaning and a wall charge per my lease. I think I got off easy for the wall charge considering the considerable damage inflicted by my dog. But then I was charged for a set of blinds-while the blinds weren't great, they were the least of the concerns. What about the screens that the cat ripped up? I was charged for the burner pans on the stove-I was too lazy to purchase new ones but would of figured that those were included in the cleaning fee. I was charged for a blue ink stain in the carpet. Really? Cause the whole carpet was trashed. It was trashed when I moved in two years ago. And I was charged for a patch job to the carpet when a pet ripped it up. Shouldn't that of been covered in the pet deposit? I feel bad for the person that moved in if the carpet didn't get replaced. It wasn't smelly and probably cleaned up decently but I know it was ripped to hell by the cat.
My goat for surgery has a slow death wish. While the other three goats belonging to my classmates are content to be goats, the one belonging to our group seems to develop a new problem everyday. A new problem which we have to think of differentials (causes) for. And possible treatments. And possible tests. She was fine minus a large sore on her udder. Then she had a high heart rate-nervousness. Then she was anemic. Today's thing was nasal discharge. I have to keep her alive to Thursday when I do surgery on her and then mercifully euthanize her. Poor nanny.
The New Dog!
Joe has wanted a new dog for quite a while now. He wanted a big dog. I did not. We didn't need another dog though we do have room for one. We don't have time for one with him sleeping all day while I'm at school. But I was open to the idea of getting a dog. Even though I'm totally not a dog person. And I got huge amounts of veto power even though it infuriated Joe.
We went to the humane society on occasion. We looked into rescuing a greyhound but at $200-250, we had to decline. We thought about rescuing a Weimarweiner. But they were pretty expensive to and way too needy.
Then I got an email advertising some research dogs in need of a home. They were Briards-a French herding breed. They had been used in research about blindness and used as a model for infantile blindness. A disease that they helped pioneer a cure for. These dogs had this blindness as a congenital defect. Joe and I went and looked at the two females that they had up for adoption-Mary and Paprika.
Everyone knows that Joe is prone to impulses. I knew when we went and visited these dogs that we were coming home with one of them. I refused to talk about it right after seeing them, knowing that we both needed some alone time to think about it. Later, Joe and I discussed it, weighed the pros and cons of getting one of these dogs and of each dog. I told Joe he had my input. It was his choice.
He decided on the dog named Mary, even though he felt guilty about Paprika. Mary is still a puppy-not quite 10 months old yet. She is partially blind-mostly in dim/dark light. She's about 40 pounds but we don't think she's done growing yet. She has massive paws! She's black with tan features and a wiry coat. She looks sort of like a terrier of some sort. She has adorable eyebrows or bangs as Joe calls them.
Never to do something part way when it comes with buying things, Joe went to the pet store and bought everything we need. A second crate has been bought off eBay. I ordered a book ..er training and a tag for Mary.
I know that having a puppy is going to be a struggle for both of us. (And Riley and Roosevelt too!) I know that I'll have to put in as much time with training as Joe. I know too that Joe's enthusiasium will drive him to learn and care for this silly dog. I hope that he can provide the good home that this research dog, this stepping stone to a cure of a human disease needs.
We get her sometime this weekend if her spay goes well. I hope they washed her first. She was a stinky girl!
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
MySpace-September 8, 2008-14 Reasons I Can Think Of Right Now Why I Hate MU Football
In no particular order:
-the noise caused by the flyover of jets. As cool as it is to see a stealth bomber fly directly over your apartment (and it is cool), its loud and causes my pictures to rattle on my walls. It hasn't happened this year...yet.
-Stolen rabbits. My concrete rabbit that sat nestled amoung the plants on my front porch was stolen last night. I can only blame MU football and the madness of its fans for the disappearence of a beloved friend. That my grandma gave me. Seriously people.
-The noise from the stadium. I can see the stadium from my apartment complex. Not so much from my current apartment but from my old one. I'm that close. And before I could hear pretty much the play by play. I think they must of turned the volume up because even though I moved across the parking lot, I can still hear it. It would be cool if you were a fan.
-The trash left behind from tailgaters and assorted fans. Its on the road, in the parking long and the Reactor Field parking lot where they charge to tailgate might as well be a landfill. That's how messy it was this morning. MU fans should be ashamed of themselves for looking so bad.
-The amount of drunkeness. Do you really need to be drunk to be a fan? MU fans seem to think so.
-Douchebags in their black and gold. Enough said.
-People that park in my parking spot. I hate when this happens. Football games only enhance the likelihood of it happening too. No one did it this weekend but I am careful not to leave before a game. I saw the tow truck at least four times. People got very creative in saving their spots-various boxes and flower pots with no parking signs taped to them.
-People that park in the fire lane. No one did it this game but the season is young. This time they parked in the grass next to it. Anyone that's been to my apartment complex knows that you have to climb up a steep hill via a narrow drive. Park cars on one side of it and a firetruck could never get in. How many apartments would burn?
-Turning a narrow two lane road into a one lane road with two lanes of traffic. That's what happens every game day. The Providence outer road is narrow and drops off into a steep embankment. I was excited to see Friday that both sides had been marked by the police as no parking. However, by Saturday afternoon, it had changed to one side. It makes it very difficult to get through when you can't get over any more and there is a car coming at you. Again, how would a firetruck get through?
-People that walk in the middle of the road. Remember that narrow road you parked on only to make it more narrow? Just because you created it doesn't mean you are allowed to walk in the middle of it. Some of us have important places to be. Important things to do. Such as make sure the goat that you plan to kill Thursday hasn't died yet. I will hit you. I'm not afraid.
-The noise from the victory celebrations. Fine if its in the day. Not so cool in the middle of the night. I would imagine that these are the same victory celebrations that get concrete rabbits from your grandma stolen.
-Blocked off streets. Both MU and the cops are to blame for this. I can't go home the way I want to because they have traffic blocked off. So I have to go all the way around. Its a pain in the ass. Sometimes I want to be like, 'look, I'm covered in cow crap, does it really look like I'm going to tailgate?'
-The money poured into football (and other sports) and away from other things...such as the vet school.
-The easy classes that football players get to take. Granted, it seems like basketlball (despite their poorer record) gets away with this more. I bet there are quite a few good ol' country boys on the football team that really want that degree in agriculture...but still I didn't get some huge scholarship to sit in a class that some people are struggling with to get an A because I'm playing sports.
Yes, this all sounds like sour grapes but you live where I do for a football season much less four and see how you feel...
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
-the noise caused by the flyover of jets. As cool as it is to see a stealth bomber fly directly over your apartment (and it is cool), its loud and causes my pictures to rattle on my walls. It hasn't happened this year...yet.
-Stolen rabbits. My concrete rabbit that sat nestled amoung the plants on my front porch was stolen last night. I can only blame MU football and the madness of its fans for the disappearence of a beloved friend. That my grandma gave me. Seriously people.
-The noise from the stadium. I can see the stadium from my apartment complex. Not so much from my current apartment but from my old one. I'm that close. And before I could hear pretty much the play by play. I think they must of turned the volume up because even though I moved across the parking lot, I can still hear it. It would be cool if you were a fan.
-The trash left behind from tailgaters and assorted fans. Its on the road, in the parking long and the Reactor Field parking lot where they charge to tailgate might as well be a landfill. That's how messy it was this morning. MU fans should be ashamed of themselves for looking so bad.
-The amount of drunkeness. Do you really need to be drunk to be a fan? MU fans seem to think so.
-Douchebags in their black and gold. Enough said.
-People that park in my parking spot. I hate when this happens. Football games only enhance the likelihood of it happening too. No one did it this weekend but I am careful not to leave before a game. I saw the tow truck at least four times. People got very creative in saving their spots-various boxes and flower pots with no parking signs taped to them.
-People that park in the fire lane. No one did it this game but the season is young. This time they parked in the grass next to it. Anyone that's been to my apartment complex knows that you have to climb up a steep hill via a narrow drive. Park cars on one side of it and a firetruck could never get in. How many apartments would burn?
-Turning a narrow two lane road into a one lane road with two lanes of traffic. That's what happens every game day. The Providence outer road is narrow and drops off into a steep embankment. I was excited to see Friday that both sides had been marked by the police as no parking. However, by Saturday afternoon, it had changed to one side. It makes it very difficult to get through when you can't get over any more and there is a car coming at you. Again, how would a firetruck get through?
-People that walk in the middle of the road. Remember that narrow road you parked on only to make it more narrow? Just because you created it doesn't mean you are allowed to walk in the middle of it. Some of us have important places to be. Important things to do. Such as make sure the goat that you plan to kill Thursday hasn't died yet. I will hit you. I'm not afraid.
-The noise from the victory celebrations. Fine if its in the day. Not so cool in the middle of the night. I would imagine that these are the same victory celebrations that get concrete rabbits from your grandma stolen.
-Blocked off streets. Both MU and the cops are to blame for this. I can't go home the way I want to because they have traffic blocked off. So I have to go all the way around. Its a pain in the ass. Sometimes I want to be like, 'look, I'm covered in cow crap, does it really look like I'm going to tailgate?'
-The money poured into football (and other sports) and away from other things...such as the vet school.
-The easy classes that football players get to take. Granted, it seems like basketlball (despite their poorer record) gets away with this more. I bet there are quite a few good ol' country boys on the football team that really want that degree in agriculture...but still I didn't get some huge scholarship to sit in a class that some people are struggling with to get an A because I'm playing sports.
Yes, this all sounds like sour grapes but you live where I do for a football season much less four and see how you feel...
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
MySpace-September 3, 2008-Two Random Things
I got kicked out of the Ludo street team. Admittedly, I shouldn't take any personal offense to this because 1) Ludo isn't in charge of it anymore and 2) I hadn't done anything. I just think its ironic given all of the things I did to help get them so popular to begin with-got caught sidewalk chalking, raided all of the computer labs on campus to vote for them in a competition, badgered the DJs at The Buzz until they played them...Oh well, I am thanked in the liner notes at least!
I also wonder how many times a grocery store display gets destroyed by customers (on purpose or accident). Most often these end cap displays are made out of pretty solid stuff-soda, charcoal, cans of soup. Even the ones made of chips, boxed cereal and paper towels normally have a pallet or a stack of pallets embedded inside of them. I wonder though how many times a customer has taken a corner too sharp with a cart and knocked the whole thing over? I seem to remember being very little and whacking a cart into a display of soda at Wal-Mart. It didn't fall but the corner that I hit did explode all over. I don't remember what happened beyond that. I think me and my mom got out of there.
Here's a video of some crazy kids destroying a display.
PS-I signed up for a cake decorating class. It should be fun. Hopefully, enough people sign up for it so we can actually have it. I already paid for it and can't do it again until after my small animal block. (So not until December.) And even then, its iffy.
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]
I also wonder how many times a grocery store display gets destroyed by customers (on purpose or accident). Most often these end cap displays are made out of pretty solid stuff-soda, charcoal, cans of soup. Even the ones made of chips, boxed cereal and paper towels normally have a pallet or a stack of pallets embedded inside of them. I wonder though how many times a customer has taken a corner too sharp with a cart and knocked the whole thing over? I seem to remember being very little and whacking a cart into a display of soda at Wal-Mart. It didn't fall but the corner that I hit did explode all over. I don't remember what happened beyond that. I think me and my mom got out of there.
Here's a video of some crazy kids destroying a display.
PS-I signed up for a cake decorating class. It should be fun. Hopefully, enough people sign up for it so we can actually have it. I already paid for it and can't do it again until after my small animal block. (So not until December.) And even then, its iffy.
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
MySpace-September 2, 2008-Computers...Err!
This would of been posted last night, but the computer ate it!
When Joe moved to Columbia, a year ago, he didn't have the internet. That was hard on him because he could be described as internet obsessed. But he still could look at pictures, watch Good Eats and play games.
Earlier this summer, Joe kicked his computer and it died. It turned off and wouldn't turn back on. He thinks its the power source. That was harder on him.
When we moved into our new apartment, we had internet but no computer.
Jackie and Casey gave us Dale's old iBook. It works fine to check my school email, iffy on MySpace and Yahoo! (as witnessed by crapping out as I started to post this entry last night), and can't run Facebook at all. Porn seems okay.
So somewhere along the line, I remembered that the IT department at school can fix computers. But Joe's computer can't be simplified by calling it a Mac, Dell or even a Compaq. Its an amalgam of 1000 different things.
And now, I'm mad! Why am I suddenly responsible for getting Joe's computer fixed? Yes, I would use it as I use the iBook now but the fact of the matter is that Joe's computer doesn't have any Microsoft programs deeming it useless to open my notes or work on my study guide powerpoints. And even if it ran Microsoft programs, they would be the essentialily outdated XP version, not the Vista version. And that won't work...well.
I'm just frustrated that I have to deal with the computer fixing situation. I understand that Joe doesn't want to buy the unreturnable part and have it not be the problem. I understand that he doesn't want to have diagnostics ran and it be something that he knew all along. But I don't want to the one that has to explain Joe's ghetto computer to the IT guy that I told that we had a Dell.
Well, maybe Leslie, you should buy yourself a computer and forget all this nonsense. Well, first of all, I've made it this far without one. I'm sure I can continue the remaining seven weeks of classroom work without one. Secondly, I've been promised a computer before by my parents only to have them renig on the offer because they had to pay for my little brother's tuition. And then I refused a computer because I didn't want to pay for the internet, which would be the thing I would mainly use it for.
When it all comes down to it, I'm mad at Joe for no reason. I'm frustrated because I still have to come to school to work and I've got a 1000 things I need to do. I would feel better if I could sit at home with Riley and Roosevelt and write study guides rather than being here.
Stupid school. Stupid computer.
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]
When Joe moved to Columbia, a year ago, he didn't have the internet. That was hard on him because he could be described as internet obsessed. But he still could look at pictures, watch Good Eats and play games.
Earlier this summer, Joe kicked his computer and it died. It turned off and wouldn't turn back on. He thinks its the power source. That was harder on him.
When we moved into our new apartment, we had internet but no computer.
Jackie and Casey gave us Dale's old iBook. It works fine to check my school email, iffy on MySpace and Yahoo! (as witnessed by crapping out as I started to post this entry last night), and can't run Facebook at all. Porn seems okay.
So somewhere along the line, I remembered that the IT department at school can fix computers. But Joe's computer can't be simplified by calling it a Mac, Dell or even a Compaq. Its an amalgam of 1000 different things.
And now, I'm mad! Why am I suddenly responsible for getting Joe's computer fixed? Yes, I would use it as I use the iBook now but the fact of the matter is that Joe's computer doesn't have any Microsoft programs deeming it useless to open my notes or work on my study guide powerpoints. And even if it ran Microsoft programs, they would be the essentialily outdated XP version, not the Vista version. And that won't work...well.
I'm just frustrated that I have to deal with the computer fixing situation. I understand that Joe doesn't want to buy the unreturnable part and have it not be the problem. I understand that he doesn't want to have diagnostics ran and it be something that he knew all along. But I don't want to the one that has to explain Joe's ghetto computer to the IT guy that I told that we had a Dell.
Well, maybe Leslie, you should buy yourself a computer and forget all this nonsense. Well, first of all, I've made it this far without one. I'm sure I can continue the remaining seven weeks of classroom work without one. Secondly, I've been promised a computer before by my parents only to have them renig on the offer because they had to pay for my little brother's tuition. And then I refused a computer because I didn't want to pay for the internet, which would be the thing I would mainly use it for.
When it all comes down to it, I'm mad at Joe for no reason. I'm frustrated because I still have to come to school to work and I've got a 1000 things I need to do. I would feel better if I could sit at home with Riley and Roosevelt and write study guides rather than being here.
Stupid school. Stupid computer.
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]
MySpace-September 2, 2008-Back To DeSoto
Even though I had said previously that I would never go back to DeSoto unless absolutly needed, I broke that vow and went back to DeSoto on Friday. I brought Joe along with me as a punishment for drinking too much and passing out in his car.
Friday, we hung out with my parents, played veterinarian on some of the horses and drove through town (the Jay Nixon tour as my parents called it if you've seen his commercial.).(Jay Nixon-DeSoto commercial Second 40 isn't a scene from DeSoto. I don't know where its from but it ain't DeSoto.)
Saturday, we went and visited my grandparents and they took us out to lunch. That night we went to Fenton and St.Louis for a date. We did some shopping and then went and saw The Dark Knight. After that, we got some White Castles and went home.
Sunday, we came back to Columbia.
I had a good time and Joe did too. He told me that I was a better cook than my mom which meant a lot to me.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I guess I should start studying.
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]
Friday, we hung out with my parents, played veterinarian on some of the horses and drove through town (the Jay Nixon tour as my parents called it if you've seen his commercial.).(Jay Nixon-DeSoto commercial Second 40 isn't a scene from DeSoto. I don't know where its from but it ain't DeSoto.)
Saturday, we went and visited my grandparents and they took us out to lunch. That night we went to Fenton and St.Louis for a date. We did some shopping and then went and saw The Dark Knight. After that, we got some White Castles and went home.
Sunday, we came back to Columbia.
I had a good time and Joe did too. He told me that I was a better cook than my mom which meant a lot to me.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I guess I should start studying.
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]
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