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Stan came over after school to fix my computer yesterday. The general diagnosis was "trashcan". If only i could afford a new PC... anyway, it went basically *switch on* *click* *stare* *ineffective clicking* *death glare* "Reformat. NOW."

Of course I couldn't just abandon all my files. So began the search for writable CDs. Well, I had some, but Stan frankly pronounced them "crap". We found ONE good one, and after deleting a shitload of unnessecary programs so we could actually access nero, the damn thing got wasted due to an interruption of the burning process. Grrr. My mum had no idea where the good cds were and suggested waiting for my dad, so I dug up my guitar and spent the next half hour or so teaching Stan how to pull off a pulloff (his pun, not mine) and also the C chord. My mum and grandma were hovering around going EAT, EAT, EAT, so we went outside, whereupon my dad arrived, found the CDs, and then informed us that I can't reformat since the windows disk has inexplicably gone missing. Well, great.

After a few more futile attempts to avoid my mum's ballistic feeding, Stan left, reccommending a reformat or at least some extra RAM. There's a computer fair or something in a few weeks, I'll get my dad to buy some.

Well, thanks anyway Stan! At least my computer now works, for a given value of "work", so i'll have those sky photos on devart asap, and, like, yeah. It's more or less usable with minumum amount of swearing and absolutely no breaking of anything, at all, promise.

On a completely different topic, I had no time for breakfast this morning and I got to school right on the bell, so i had to pretend to go to the bathroom in order to buy cereal from the canteen. And we just finsihed THREE PERIODS OF MULTI IN A ROW BITCH!! oooow my eyes...

Standup comic, a Tetchy Busdriver, and thoughts on rain.

So there's this thing called "Class Clowns" which is a Comedyfest schoolkids thing that I somehow found myself signed up for. All cos I aid it would be cool to make up a funny skit, and when I couldn't find anyone else for my group ms Jukic said to just put my name down by myself anyway. So I got called out of science (yaay) which later turned out to be a computer lesson (not yay), in order to meet with ms Surbey and the other poor suckers. Who turned out to be Cat and Ronnie, of Eighth Grade Meat fame. So they are doing a skit while I have to endlessly script an improvised speech. O_o well, it made more sense when Ms Surbey explained it. I suppose I can do standup, it's just a question of whether people aside from my friends will find it funny...

Yaargh I just spilled hot tea everywhere.

So anyway, on the bus home the bus driver was either having an extremely long day or he was on steroids, cos he completely lost it when some guys pressed the buttons without getting off, stopped at some obscure Kingsford stop and sai: "Okay, get off here unless your going to Malabar". And we're like, WTF? And he's like, "I'm not stopping again until we reach Malabar." And we're like... okay... is he joking or what? And we didn't get off. And then he sipped the Uni stop, so we started to get worried. I slipped off quickly at Kingsford cos he stopped to let an adult off the bus, and aparant at the next stop he relented and let the kingsford people get out.

Work was exhausting, and my dad couldn't pick me up, so I spent half an hour sitting at Easties waiting for the completely non-existent 400 bus, staring at the rain cascading from the gray sky and thinking about how beautiful it was. only, the point about rain is, you like to experience the pretty without the wet and cold. This rarely happens. I eventually gave up and got a 392 to kingsford, where I caught an L94 home. After standing in a chicken shop at Kingsford for about 15 minutes talking to Masha on my mobile. She was imitating a hippy. When my bus finally came, THEN I realised I had an umbrella - good thing, too, or I'da had to walk three streets in the rain.

And this little piggy went "Fcuk crap good god it's cold" all the way home.

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Like O_o Idon't even know that many PEOPLE... I mean, of course i love people in general, especially when I'm being demi-hippy like Masha, but you have to be like God or someone to love that maqny people at once.

Besides, I'm pretty sure it's illegal in some states of America.