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My Day (and Welcome To It)
Nov. 3rd, 2001 11:43 pmWell, since my friends are all mentioning how their days went in their journals--even if they only spend one line on it--I would be remiss if I didn't say something for all three of you who're reading me.
Last night, I was up until 5 a.m. playing a computer game. While looking for some way to get sound from the old DOS install of Populous 2 I was bitten by the urge to play again (for some reason, Windows 2000 doesn't like to play the sound from old DOS games through my Soundblaster Live--if anyone out there knows how to fix this, please let me know!), I stumbled onto a demo for the game Populous: A New Beginning, and was up until 5 playing and beating it. It was great fun, and I've already ordered the whole thing for $10 through a Half.com vendor.
Anyway, as for my day...I spent some time cleaning up this cesspool of a room. Mostly, that was spent in putting up the clothes from the laundry baskets so I could stack them, picking up the clothes from the floor and putting them in the laundry baskets, and throwing away odd random bits of trash. It always surprises me just how much of my room ends up in the trash bag every time I do that, though I suppose it shouldn't. I must have carted four or five of them out to the dumpster.
Oh, and doing the dishes, too. That's always fun. I have an unfortunate tendancy to draw the water for the dishes, wait for it to cool down a little, and only get back to it a couple of days later, when there are dead and bloated roaches floating in it. (I hope you weren't eating something just now.) So I drain it again, fill it again...repeat process here.
And then when I finally do get the dishes done, they sit out in the drying rack for days...and then I notice roaches crawling across them, and back they all go into the sink again!
Anyway, I did get them all done today; I suppose I'll put them all up before I go to bed.
I also cleared up some books from off my floor, and packed up a bunch of shorts into a big box that I can take back home next time I go, and promptly lose before it becomes spring again.
And yet, even with all this, it still feels like I've procrastinated on my schoolwork. Which is true, I suppose; I need to get in and do some reading and some Powerpointing before Monday. I always put these things off, partly because I feel like I do my best work to a deadline, partly because...well, there's always just so much other stuff to do!
I called my brother, Aaron, earlier today, to see if I can get him to come over and fix what I broke on my Linux box the day I decided to try out Livejournal. I'm decent with most things, but X is something of a mystery to me, and I need it back and working again because that's how I prefer to do my Java homework, not to mention my story writing. I'm hoping it'll just be as simple as running the right X configuration program and going from there...but heaven only knows.
Anyway, Aaron'd said to call him today; I tried all afternoon and nobody picked up the phone. When I got him this evening, he said he's going to try to come by at about 9:30 tomorrow morning. I'm not terribly optimistic; neither of my brothers is all that reliable at being anywhere on time. Of course, if it were Alex, my other brother (who's not as into Linux as Aaron), he would probably manage to forget not only that he'd agreed to come fix the computer, but that the computer even existed. So I guess I should count my blessings.
Anyway, like I said, I'm not terribly optimistic. So I'll probably be asleep when he gets here and let his knocking wake me up. That way, if he doesn't get here, at least I'm not up waiting for him. I hope it's a quick fix; I'm working from 4 to 9 tomorrow. Annoying.
Part of the cleaning up involved my books. I have a lot of books. I have even more of them at home. I love books...they're a sort of wealth to me, I guess. (As are DVDs, now that I think about it.) It's not a monetary thing per se as it is knowing...I have all those words there, that I can read when I have need of them. It's hard to explain, but I love them all--even the ones that suck, like the gawd-awful collection of Piers Anthony paperbacks that still fills several boxes under my bed. (I was young and impressionable, what can I say? I've probably been scarred for life by what I've read--it took me the longest time to stop ending random sentences in my own writing with exclamation points after that.)
I'd like to have them all around me, my books--but I live in a shoebox, so what can I do? Switch to e-reading as much as possible, for one thing--and that's certainly part of what I have done, thanks to the Baen Free Library and Webscriptions and other e-bookeries. But that only goes so far, and I keep ending up with more and more bound paper. Sigh.
Time to grab a little something to eat, then shower and crawl into bed to await the itenerant sibling. If he shows up. If he's able to fix the problem. Sigh.
Last night, I was up until 5 a.m. playing a computer game. While looking for some way to get sound from the old DOS install of Populous 2 I was bitten by the urge to play again (for some reason, Windows 2000 doesn't like to play the sound from old DOS games through my Soundblaster Live--if anyone out there knows how to fix this, please let me know!), I stumbled onto a demo for the game Populous: A New Beginning, and was up until 5 playing and beating it. It was great fun, and I've already ordered the whole thing for $10 through a Half.com vendor.
Anyway, as for my day...I spent some time cleaning up this cesspool of a room. Mostly, that was spent in putting up the clothes from the laundry baskets so I could stack them, picking up the clothes from the floor and putting them in the laundry baskets, and throwing away odd random bits of trash. It always surprises me just how much of my room ends up in the trash bag every time I do that, though I suppose it shouldn't. I must have carted four or five of them out to the dumpster.
Oh, and doing the dishes, too. That's always fun. I have an unfortunate tendancy to draw the water for the dishes, wait for it to cool down a little, and only get back to it a couple of days later, when there are dead and bloated roaches floating in it. (I hope you weren't eating something just now.) So I drain it again, fill it again...repeat process here.
And then when I finally do get the dishes done, they sit out in the drying rack for days...and then I notice roaches crawling across them, and back they all go into the sink again!
Anyway, I did get them all done today; I suppose I'll put them all up before I go to bed.
I also cleared up some books from off my floor, and packed up a bunch of shorts into a big box that I can take back home next time I go, and promptly lose before it becomes spring again.
And yet, even with all this, it still feels like I've procrastinated on my schoolwork. Which is true, I suppose; I need to get in and do some reading and some Powerpointing before Monday. I always put these things off, partly because I feel like I do my best work to a deadline, partly because...well, there's always just so much other stuff to do!
I called my brother, Aaron, earlier today, to see if I can get him to come over and fix what I broke on my Linux box the day I decided to try out Livejournal. I'm decent with most things, but X is something of a mystery to me, and I need it back and working again because that's how I prefer to do my Java homework, not to mention my story writing. I'm hoping it'll just be as simple as running the right X configuration program and going from there...but heaven only knows.
Anyway, Aaron'd said to call him today; I tried all afternoon and nobody picked up the phone. When I got him this evening, he said he's going to try to come by at about 9:30 tomorrow morning. I'm not terribly optimistic; neither of my brothers is all that reliable at being anywhere on time. Of course, if it were Alex, my other brother (who's not as into Linux as Aaron), he would probably manage to forget not only that he'd agreed to come fix the computer, but that the computer even existed. So I guess I should count my blessings.
Anyway, like I said, I'm not terribly optimistic. So I'll probably be asleep when he gets here and let his knocking wake me up. That way, if he doesn't get here, at least I'm not up waiting for him. I hope it's a quick fix; I'm working from 4 to 9 tomorrow. Annoying.
Part of the cleaning up involved my books. I have a lot of books. I have even more of them at home. I love books...they're a sort of wealth to me, I guess. (As are DVDs, now that I think about it.) It's not a monetary thing per se as it is knowing...I have all those words there, that I can read when I have need of them. It's hard to explain, but I love them all--even the ones that suck, like the gawd-awful collection of Piers Anthony paperbacks that still fills several boxes under my bed. (I was young and impressionable, what can I say? I've probably been scarred for life by what I've read--it took me the longest time to stop ending random sentences in my own writing with exclamation points after that.)
I'd like to have them all around me, my books--but I live in a shoebox, so what can I do? Switch to e-reading as much as possible, for one thing--and that's certainly part of what I have done, thanks to the Baen Free Library and Webscriptions and other e-bookeries. But that only goes so far, and I keep ending up with more and more bound paper. Sigh.
Time to grab a little something to eat, then shower and crawl into bed to await the itenerant sibling. If he shows up. If he's able to fix the problem. Sigh.
