The Computer Died Screaming.
So I wake up today and my mouth feels like and ashtray from drinking last night. I roam around my fridge still half asleep, take a gulp of milk and put more on my mouth. I get an inquizicle look on my face, look down and see the expirery date was Feb 28th... I spit the rest of the milk back in the bottle. Yeeck! I roll out of bed and reach for a bottle of water and start to chug it down. Fight bad milk with water. My stomach started to grumple and churn. "Ugghhh," I moaned.
I made a decision to stay behind and collect my thoughts instead of going to early class. Also went upstairs to fix up Rob's computer as we watched Pride 26 - Bad To The Bone. Some pretty good fights. After a few fights I got up off his couch up there and sat by his computer. Adam comes up stairs and takes my place as I install Windows XP SP2 on his computer. "You know Rob, if your computer could talk it would probably say something like this, 'Hey there Rob, ready to do some assignments, type out some e-mails... Rob, what are you doing? ARRRGHHH... AHHH!'," As I'm saying this I'm immitating the movement of Rob taking up the computer to his room. Rob gets laughing and follows with the joke. "No, it's more like: 'Hey Rob. Hey, that hurts." And we both get into laughing. The inside joke of the matter is that when Rob uses a computer, within two days he has harddrive failures and viruses galore. At one point he requested my services, after doing some work on it, I found out that he had well over 1000 viruses on his computer. No joke.
I look at Adam sitting contently on my previous seat, and with no previous provoking from him I decided to do some harmless bugging. "Hey Adam, I was kinda sitting there before you came up, could you get up and sit somewhere else. Like downstairs." At this point Cedric and Rob are laughing, especially Cedric. "Yo, just hating on the guy." He said. I then start the chant: "Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate!" as I shake my arm in Arsenio Hall fashion. Cedric joins in the chant with me putting his hand to mouth in the "calling" position. Adam just sat there.
I walk down the stairs after fixing the computer to pack and get ready for seminar class. I know I'm going to be a little late but it's all ok. I get to the bus stop and wait. Man if only the buses ran on decent times. It ended up I was late by like 15 minutes. I walk into the seminar room and the prof's body order hits me like a brick wall. I wince as if I'm in some dire pain and sit down. I notice some friends in the seminar and give them the "rockin'" hand gesture with my index and pinky finger in the air.
I talk to my professor about the late retail marketing paper I handed in, and he understood my situation. That's the first late assignment I've handed in this year. I have to try and do better and make sure that's the last time.
I come back home on the bus and start to play around on the computer, I got until 17:00 hours before my dad arrives. Or so I thought. As I glanced out my window I saw the Buick pulled up. Man he's fucking 30 minutes early, I hate it when he does this. I get my stuff into the car and we head off.
"Do you feel like a coke?" He asks.
"Do YOU feel like a coke?" I return.
"There is one in the cooler."
I reach back for the cooler on the back seat but my fingers just glance off the plastic surface. I undo my seatbelt to extend my reach. The seatbelt flys up and catches my earbud headphone wires. I fumble around with the headphones and reach back again and pull out the coke. I placed it on the cup holder and put the seatbelt back on and headphones back into the ears.
The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It
The 115 highway was a light grey, no water or melt snow on it, almost looked sun baked from a summer heat. The farmlands were a tundra, off yellow colour grass and mud made up the fields with patches of snow. The sky was grey and overcast with clouds. My dad does the usual in car conversation asking me about my classes and assignments and all that stuff. I usually hated that conversation talk cause I always did badly in school and always had bad marks that I didn't want to tell him about. But now that I get 80% and higher on most of my work I don't mind talking about it now and again. "How about this mild weather we been having eh?" I asked. "Going to rain thursday, friday and sunday." He replied. "Hm." I said.
It was nice to get home, see my dog, we ate some stew for dinner which was awesome. Watched a bit of a movie called Kung-Fu Hustle, which was really hilarious. And that's about it.
I was going to post my night on Tuesday but I don't want to revisit it, it was fun though so don't get me wrong, just nothing really as eventful as I thought it would be.
Peace.
I made a decision to stay behind and collect my thoughts instead of going to early class. Also went upstairs to fix up Rob's computer as we watched Pride 26 - Bad To The Bone. Some pretty good fights. After a few fights I got up off his couch up there and sat by his computer. Adam comes up stairs and takes my place as I install Windows XP SP2 on his computer. "You know Rob, if your computer could talk it would probably say something like this, 'Hey there Rob, ready to do some assignments, type out some e-mails... Rob, what are you doing? ARRRGHHH... AHHH!'," As I'm saying this I'm immitating the movement of Rob taking up the computer to his room. Rob gets laughing and follows with the joke. "No, it's more like: 'Hey Rob. Hey, that hurts." And we both get into laughing. The inside joke of the matter is that when Rob uses a computer, within two days he has harddrive failures and viruses galore. At one point he requested my services, after doing some work on it, I found out that he had well over 1000 viruses on his computer. No joke.
I look at Adam sitting contently on my previous seat, and with no previous provoking from him I decided to do some harmless bugging. "Hey Adam, I was kinda sitting there before you came up, could you get up and sit somewhere else. Like downstairs." At this point Cedric and Rob are laughing, especially Cedric. "Yo, just hating on the guy." He said. I then start the chant: "Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate!" as I shake my arm in Arsenio Hall fashion. Cedric joins in the chant with me putting his hand to mouth in the "calling" position. Adam just sat there.
I walk down the stairs after fixing the computer to pack and get ready for seminar class. I know I'm going to be a little late but it's all ok. I get to the bus stop and wait. Man if only the buses ran on decent times. It ended up I was late by like 15 minutes. I walk into the seminar room and the prof's body order hits me like a brick wall. I wince as if I'm in some dire pain and sit down. I notice some friends in the seminar and give them the "rockin'" hand gesture with my index and pinky finger in the air.
I talk to my professor about the late retail marketing paper I handed in, and he understood my situation. That's the first late assignment I've handed in this year. I have to try and do better and make sure that's the last time.
I come back home on the bus and start to play around on the computer, I got until 17:00 hours before my dad arrives. Or so I thought. As I glanced out my window I saw the Buick pulled up. Man he's fucking 30 minutes early, I hate it when he does this. I get my stuff into the car and we head off.
"Do you feel like a coke?" He asks.
"Do YOU feel like a coke?" I return.
"There is one in the cooler."
I reach back for the cooler on the back seat but my fingers just glance off the plastic surface. I undo my seatbelt to extend my reach. The seatbelt flys up and catches my earbud headphone wires. I fumble around with the headphones and reach back again and pull out the coke. I placed it on the cup holder and put the seatbelt back on and headphones back into the ears.
The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It
The 115 highway was a light grey, no water or melt snow on it, almost looked sun baked from a summer heat. The farmlands were a tundra, off yellow colour grass and mud made up the fields with patches of snow. The sky was grey and overcast with clouds. My dad does the usual in car conversation asking me about my classes and assignments and all that stuff. I usually hated that conversation talk cause I always did badly in school and always had bad marks that I didn't want to tell him about. But now that I get 80% and higher on most of my work I don't mind talking about it now and again. "How about this mild weather we been having eh?" I asked. "Going to rain thursday, friday and sunday." He replied. "Hm." I said.
It was nice to get home, see my dog, we ate some stew for dinner which was awesome. Watched a bit of a movie called Kung-Fu Hustle, which was really hilarious. And that's about it.
I was going to post my night on Tuesday but I don't want to revisit it, it was fun though so don't get me wrong, just nothing really as eventful as I thought it would be.
Peace.
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