First: to get my obsession with logs out of the way--I'm Google's #1 pick for "free ponr." Free ponr should be kosher shrimp I give away with significantly large orders of yeal (kosher reptile meat) and Sau (kosher fish). Order now, and get free ponr*

Anyway my day:

Like most people, when I get up early in the morning, I pretty much run on autopilot. I pry myself out of the bed, and go to the bathroom. I come back, I start getting dressed. I shriek like a gibbon when I hear MY ROOMMATE'S BOYFRIEND IN THE ROOM yelling at the hamster for getting too near to the edge of the bed while he was playing with it.

Me: AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!
Roomie's Guy: Heh, didn't know I was here, huh?
Me: uh, no.

I don't think he saw anything, or even noticed I was dressing, because he was facing the other way. Still: creepy as hell. I'd gotten used to the roommate's rather large poster of Dave Matthews being the only thing that leered at me as I disrobe. I finished the dressing process in the bathroom.

Later, after I'm blessedly alone: random squeaking in the room. Mental groan. Hamster must be loose. Look at hamster cage. Hamster cage is open. Mental profanity. Listen to squeaking, attempting to pinpoint. Squeaking sounds more industrial than hamster-like. Go back to cage. Shake cage, seeing if hamster is in little house in cage. Hamster IS in little house, comes out when shook. Relieved. Shut door to hamster cage. Mental profanity directed at roommate's boyfriend for not shutting the cage after putting hamster back.

However: I will not have to deal with my three roommates (Assigned Roommate, Her Boyfriend, Her Hamster) much longer. Apparently my roommate wanted to room with a friend she knew from community college and they had just filled out the paperwork wrong, so they ended up apart, but her friend's roommate ended up leaving, and now they're going to live together.

Yes, I go through roommates like wet tissue.

I'm kind of annoyed, because I had mucho anxiety about this one, and now that I'm getting used to her and her entourage, I'm getting yet ANOTHER one. Sib says that she thinks roommates, on the whole, are good rather than bad, and not to worry, but I think she's full of crap. I'm the pickiest person alive, and NO ONE ELSE my age goes to bed at 12 (my biggest condition). Since this one doesnt' sleep the night here, it was cool. And no, I can't get it to be a single (like I would if it was second semester she was ditching me in, instead of first semester) because ISU takes on too many fucking people than they have room for, and so the poor saps living in lounges and stuff right now get priority over me not wanting to be kept up every night by someone. Of course, second semester, when all the dumb people have failed and have to leave, is when there's more room, so it's not happening then, it's happening now, during first semester.

I'm also pissed at someone else. Someone many people are pissed at. MICROSUCK (mocking name courtesy of Alleywriter).

I need Microsoft Visual Studio for my ACS class. Basically, for you non geeks out there, it turns my code into a program. They have Visual Studio at the ACS labs, but I don't want to have to spend all my time walking over there and blah blah blah when I paid a significant chunk of money on a laptop just so I COULD do things like that from the comfort of my own room. I was sort of annoyed at the beginning of the year: the prog sets me back 60 dollars and takes up 2.2 gigs. For you non geeks, that's like 100 (or some other gigantic number) times the size of the secondary memory needed to launch the first space shuttle. Anyway, I was happily surprised to find that ISU licensed some copies, and ACS majors can borrow the disks and install them on the computer.

I was unhappy when it took two weeks of going to the desk where they rent them out every day and them not having it.

I was happy when I got it. Unhappy when I saw it was 9 disks long, and the guy there said, "Yes, it's an all day project." Happy when I found out only four of the disks were actually related to the particular program I wanted.

UNHAPPY....WHEN....IT....CAME....TIME...TO....INSTALL.
I'm not going to go into it, except to say there was crying, screaming, and bodily injury involved. I will bear the scars, both emotional and physical, for the rest of my life.
And the struggle's still not over, I can't get the damn program to install, still.

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