YAY I FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE MY PHOTOSHOP WORK i.e. run it as an administrator.

It still doesn't work if I don't do that, and I have no idea why because this account is the only account on the computer and technically the administrator account, but hey. What works works. I'm not complaining.

...so it's been dead since around the time Earthy sent me that KKL chapter (which I never finished BECAUSE photoshop died) which is, according to gmail, 11/4/07 i.e. more than a year ago.

Time passes so fast nowadays. ._____o;;

On the downside, I have school tomorrow, it's almost nine, and I still have a good two hours of cello ahead of me.

/grumblemumbleaslkdjgkadl;jgjlkadsjfla;gjldfja;

edit: I have school tomorrow, it IS nine, and I still have a good two hours of cello ahead of me.

/instantaneously self-combusts

I made several momentous discoveries today.

1. My beat-up old car (here lovingly christened Grey), with his ducttaped door and blinker-on-steroids and broken tail lights and dents and all, can last just about three days after the “Gas Empty” light starts blinking. If I don’t drive highway.

2. Grey gives no sign whatsoever when his gas tank is about to empty (REALLY empty, not “Gas Empty” light empty). No jerkiness, no coughing, no nothing… until in the space of 5 seconds he abruptly sputters, jerks around a bit, and dies. No amount of coaxing will get him to move again. He just flops a bit, like a dead fish.

3. If you have the patience to wait around for about 10 minutes, and twist the key in the ignition veryyy carefully, and switch to drive mode veryyyy carefully, and accelerate reallllly slowly and don’t press on the brakes at all, a dead fish may be able to snail-crawl across a couple hundred more feet before choking and flopping dead again.

[edit: so I got Grey back 3 hours later, after my aunt drove over with a bucketload of gasoline and I gingerly drove Grey off to the gas station. in the meantime, Grey being parked in the smack center of some random residential street, someone had pinned a sign on the window reading "Nice Parking Job." way to go Adela~]

4. Someone has been using my Artemis Fowl book as an arachnid killer. While I do admit books come in handy against those eight-legged little critters (& are probably more efficient than rubber bands), the sight of a flattened spider carcass just doesn’t do anything to strengthen my interest in Artemis’s diabolical plans, y’know?

5. Tomorrow’s February. That means I turn seventeen in less than three days. AHHHHH WHERE DID ALL THE TIME GO I JUST GOT USED TO BEING SIXTEEN!!!

w00t. make that three times in so many days. cello lesson utterly shattered me, just as piano did yesterday, aaaaaand, I fell apart! for the second time in a row. In a less-than-24-hour-span-of-time. .___.

but that seems pretty long ago (the lesson was earlyyy in the morning).

for the moment, life seems to be back to being somewhat good and mostly in control again, so forget that.

Incidentally, if you're really in desperate need of looking perfectly normal after an extended period of... disconsolate weeping, emoness, tantrums, whatever, something that makes your eyes all red and swollen, a wet towel brings you back to normal in about 5-10 minutes. highly useful information.

My mom actually suggested I cut cucumber slices! and uh. Use them. On my eye. As in, cover my eyes with two cucumber pieces so I look like a green, giant-round-eyed weirdo. buuuuuut I told her I'd rather not. >> I'm sure it's effective, the idea just doesn't... appeal to me.

mmmm so we'll see what happens @ piano lesson tmr and negotiate about the recital. I'm hoping she'll let me drop this one and perform Rachmaninoff instead at Holland, which will give me a couple of more weeks on that and also relieve my time up to study for finals, because I mean spending all of Sunday practicing and then being @ recital till late night and then either not studying and going to bed or studying and going to bed really really late = failed final on Monday. =/ Either that, or don't practice and study which = failed recital and disappointed teacher.

And I mean, after the Japanese final I don't really have anything left. Except the Calc test, which is a joke (finances?), and history. But those aren't till Wednesday. Until then, I have finals respectively for orchestra, poetry, and English. none of which have real finals! ha.

So, a day and a half to go.


In other news, I somehow very very stupidly infected my computer with a bunch of spyware, and something called Torpig. A pig named Tor! not.

Wasted ~hour fixing that. -____- IDIOCY GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Adam'll be back by tomorrow. With Katie. They'll have driven all the way back. by tomorrow. o____o damn they're fast.