Simply, I want to stop. The pressure has become far too much to bear lately. I'm so close, yet still so far...and can't figure out what I want. Over the last four years, I've truly despised my time at uni. Nothing about the people, food, course, building, has been enjoyable at all. It has in fact, made me dread most days that I'm there. The only thing that has made the experience even a little bit worth my while are my friends. I'm so glad we met each other cause if we hadn't, I'd have probably quit after the first week. I have a feeling I'll contract temporary dispersal depression cause I'll miss them so much.
SIGHS
So in other news, I'm feeling bleurgh today. Sitar is picking up though, going to a concert practise in a few weeks. Should be good...I hope. Teacher was quite gutted I couldn't do the concert. Too bad I'll be getting married then.
So anyways, my boyfriend bought me a mac. Now, before I begin my vitriolic condemnation of macs and mac-users, whom I've pleasantly decided to name mac-erals, I'd like to state that I was quite thrilled to receive this kit since I'd constantly covet mac-erals, however, the mac and I have been finding it somewhat difficult to co-exist in peace and harmony. So allegedly, this pretty lump of metal and wires is supposed to be peanuts to use, yet I can't seem to find anything on it. On top of that, the keyboard is all screwed up and I keep typing ;'# " = or the like, instead of the @ sign. Like seriously, WHY NOT JUST MAKE IT THE SAME AS A NORMAL KEYBOARD?
Secondly, the pale little fucker fell asleep on me and didn't wake up. It was all cranky like a human. Err dude? YOU'RE NOT FUCKING HUMAN, YOU'RE A MACHINE, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS CRANKY FOR YOU, ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU'RE BRAND NEW. Multiple things were tried in a feeble attempt at waking it; checked the battery, closed and re-opened the lid, pushed the power button. Eventually, I had to restart it to bring it back to life...though upon doing so, realised that it'd lost all my work. NO AUTO SAVE? FML over and over again.
Thirdly, these elitist mac-erals feel compelled to display their elitism by referring to their pile of wires and metal (probably now plastic) as their 'mac.' Allow me to demonstrate;
A: ''So, how's life?''
B: ''Hey gurrrllllllllll, I BROKE MY MAC''
Err well, it's a computer. JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER. Imagine how much of a tit I'd sound if I said, ''I broke my dell inspiron 1525''
Well, that's how all the mac-erals sound to me. MAC-ERAL TITS. And before you even think it, I am not a mac-eral tit because from this day onwards, I will never touch an apple computer again.
So I think those'r all the issues I've encountered thus far, though it's likely that hard drive and track pad issues will pay me a visit in the near future. All faith in apple PCs have been lost. UN-IM-PRESSED.
Anyways, better melt my brain some more with chemo drugs.
SIGHS
So in other news, I'm feeling bleurgh today. Sitar is picking up though, going to a concert practise in a few weeks. Should be good...I hope. Teacher was quite gutted I couldn't do the concert. Too bad I'll be getting married then.
So anyways, my boyfriend bought me a mac. Now, before I begin my vitriolic condemnation of macs and mac-users, whom I've pleasantly decided to name mac-erals, I'd like to state that I was quite thrilled to receive this kit since I'd constantly covet mac-erals, however, the mac and I have been finding it somewhat difficult to co-exist in peace and harmony. So allegedly, this pretty lump of metal and wires is supposed to be peanuts to use, yet I can't seem to find anything on it. On top of that, the keyboard is all screwed up and I keep typing ;'# " = or the like, instead of the @ sign. Like seriously, WHY NOT JUST MAKE IT THE SAME AS A NORMAL KEYBOARD?
Secondly, the pale little fucker fell asleep on me and didn't wake up. It was all cranky like a human. Err dude? YOU'RE NOT FUCKING HUMAN, YOU'RE A MACHINE, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS CRANKY FOR YOU, ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU'RE BRAND NEW. Multiple things were tried in a feeble attempt at waking it; checked the battery, closed and re-opened the lid, pushed the power button. Eventually, I had to restart it to bring it back to life...though upon doing so, realised that it'd lost all my work. NO AUTO SAVE? FML over and over again.
Thirdly, these elitist mac-erals feel compelled to display their elitism by referring to their pile of wires and metal (probably now plastic) as their 'mac.' Allow me to demonstrate;
A: ''So, how's life?''
B: ''Hey gurrrllllllllll, I BROKE MY MAC''
Err well, it's a computer. JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER. Imagine how much of a tit I'd sound if I said, ''I broke my dell inspiron 1525''
Well, that's how all the mac-erals sound to me. MAC-ERAL TITS. And before you even think it, I am not a mac-eral tit because from this day onwards, I will never touch an apple computer again.
So I think those'r all the issues I've encountered thus far, though it's likely that hard drive and track pad issues will pay me a visit in the near future. All faith in apple PCs have been lost. UN-IM-PRESSED.
Anyways, better melt my brain some more with chemo drugs.
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