The guy up in the lab completely didn't read the email I sent him about printing my poster. He just assumed it was one of my fellow graduate student's poster. So not only did he set it to print on the wrong paper (meaning I can't make notes on it like I wanted to), he also set it to the wrong size and the wrong print quality. So now it's not only compressed, but the ink is smeared all over the glossy paper I didn't want him to use.

Then, he had the nerve to say "I don't understand why you didn't make the poster in Power Point." BECAUSE IT'S A SHITTY PIECE OF SOFTWARE THAT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE USED TO MAKE POSTERS YOU JACK ASS.

SON OF A BITCH.

OH FOR THE LOVE OF... WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS JOIN DIDN'T WORK AGAIN? ARE YOU FOR REAL? WHAT PIECE OF MACHINERY OR SOFTWARE TO I HAVE TO BLOW IN ORDER FOR THIS INFERNAL PROGRAM TO JOIN THESE TWO DAMN TABLES TOGETHER CORRECTLY?!?!?

ARGH!

EDIT: Disregard. Obviously the problem was the user (me) was too stupid to be using the program. Carry on.

MY NEW LAPTOP HAS SHIPPED.

SOON I WILL BE ABLE TO WRITE AGAIN. ON MY OWN COMPUTER.

AND MAYBE LEARN TO NOT TYPE IN ALL CAPS.

WE SHALL SEE.

I am trying to work on my thesis data, getting it into a format that I can use when I start doing analysis.

WHY? WHY IS IT NOT WORKING? IT SHOULD WORK. EVERYTHING I AM DOING IS RIGHT. WHY DO YOU HATE ME? CURSE YOU, ESRI, AND YOU CRAPPY SOFTWARE. CURSE YOU!

I'm going to go kill things in ZOMG until I feel better.

I don't read the Anita Blake series. I just... don't. I think I managed about 2 1/2 of the novels before I just stopped. Not my cup of tea. This was before Laurell K. Hamilton's series dissolved into unremitting porn, so I've always wondered what it was about the books that just turned me off. Was it the characters? The plot? The writing?

While flying somewhere, miome picked up a book in another one of Laurell K. Hamilton's series. The book is called "A Lick of Frost" and is about, I kid you not, a fairy princess. Seriously. So far this is pretty much the entire plot of the book. "There is INTRIGUE and POLITICS. Then some people try to MURDER the fairy princess. But she ESCAPES! After she ESCAPES, she and her HOT BODYGUARDS who are sworn to PROTECT HER talk. And then they have SEX. Then there is more talking and it is DEEP AND MEANINGFUL. Then there is more SEX. ALL of her 20+ bodyguards LOVE HER because of the AWESOMENESS OF HER VAGINA."

I'm still in the middle of the part where she is having sex. It seems like she's been having sex for the last 100+ pages. It also seems that there is going to be even more sex before the damn book is over. What's even worse is that all these events? Take place in the space of one day. I feel like I'm back in the middle of Vagrant Story and am pondering when this chick has time to eat and pee between everything else shoved into her day.

I think sheer perversity is the only thing keeping me reading this. That, and Laurell K. Hamilton does not have a bad writing style. The writing itself is actually enjoyable to read. I think it's her characters and plot that are killing it for me.

After this, I'm just going to make it a point to give her stuff a miss.

EDIT: And then fucking rose petals fell wherever she tread? Give me a break.

I swear I am going to take this homework and I going to set it on FIRE! And then stab it! WITH A KNIFE. Then I will defenestrate it and do the dance of PAIN upon its flaming remains.

I am just the tiniest bit frustrated.

1) Turned in my last paycheck with the internship this morning. It was a three hour drive, but it was totally worth it. While I was down there, I got to see the final report that went to the DNR. It is shiny. The maps I did turned out awesome looking. I'm so pleased. They're going to send me a copy so I can add it to my portfolio, which makes me doubly pleased. WOO!

2) I am sick. UGH. I feel like death warmed over right now and cannot wait till I get home so I can crash.

3) Sometime last October (and I know I made an entry about this, found it once, and now I can't find it again) one of the schools I applied to for 2007 asked me if I was still interested. Since I had already been accepted and started a program with another school, I told them no. Mid-September I got another email from them asking if I was still interested in attending for the 2007 year and that they didn't have all my references.

WHY YES, I WOULD LOVE TO GO BACK IN TIME AND ATTEND YOUR SCHOOL IN 2007. HOW DID YOU GUESS?

Dear authors of m/m romance,

I swear to gourd, I have seen $1.99 romance novel heroines with more balls than your characters. Less flighty and prone to changing their damn minds too. I have said it before, and I'll say it again: YOU DO NOT NEED TO TURN YOUR CHARACTERS INTO WHINY BITCHES IN ORDER TO MAKE THEM INTERESTING.

No love,
Tsaiko

I AM SO PISSED AT MY SCHOOL'S IT DEPARTMENT RIGHT NOW I AM SURPRISED MY HEAD ISN'T SPINNING AROUND WITH FLAMES COMING UP FROM THE GROUND BEHIND ME. PISSED I SAY!

I HAVE SENT A STRONGLY WORDED EMAIL TO THEM AND I DEMAND AN ANSWER.

THIS DAY SUCKS.

Darn it, miome has me thinking about tentacle monster again. Except I'm on campus and don't have access to all my stories from home. *grumble* Then again, maybe I posted the story I'm thinking about on LJ. I will have to go look once I'm done with this post. This would be the reason it is taking me forever to get my darn field notes into an electronic format. Well, this and the fact that I've been insanely busy the last few weeks. I'll be glad when school starts on Wednesday because then I'll have some structure to my days and more free time. How sad is that?

The satellite has not flown as far as I know. SEPTEMBER 7TH IS THE LAST DAY. IF IT DOESN'T FLY BY THEN I'M SCREWED. Now I understand why grad students are always so stressed.

I have to go have a discussion with Financial Aid today about my loans. Wish me luck.

Other grad student here. Must now look busy.

EDIT: Where did I put these fics? I know I have at least two tentacle monster fics in my journal and I can't find either one of them. Did I not label them? Dammit, this is what I get for being sloppy about putting my stuff in memories...

CLASSES START ON WEDNESDAY.

I AM NOT READY. I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO.

CRAP!

I leave tomorrow to go up and doing sampling for my thesis project.

I'M NOT READY IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. AHHHHHHHH!!!!

Okay boys and girls, gather round. We're going to have an impromptu lesson about street addresses in the United States. Do you know what the components of a street address? Let me show you.

1313                  Mockingbird Lane
^                        ^
House number    Street Name

Now I want you to focus on those numbers at the beginning of that address. Do you see that? That is what's called a house number. You don't need to actually be a house to have one. Businesses, parks, hell even empty lots all have one. The second part is the street name.

Why is this so important? Because if you don't give the house number it is impossible to find the damn location of a place with GIS. Do you realize how many damn green areas that may or may not be parks you can have along a street? I'll tell you how many. FUCKING LOTS. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO FIGURE OUT WHICH PATCH OF TREES IN YOUR TOWN PWECIOUS CENTENNIAL PARK IF YOU DO NOT GIVE ME A FUCKING CORRECT STREET ADDRESS?!?!

I feel better now.

THIS SERVER GOES DOWN MORE OFTEN THAN A TWO-DOLLAR WHORE.

On Saturday, miome and I went to Home Depot. The thing about the Home Depot near us is that most of the registers have been replaced by self-checkout machines. There are many places where I love this idea because the machines are well thought out, intuitive, easy to use, and make my life quicker and easier.

( The Home Depot machines fail on all these counts )

WHY IS THIS PAPER NOT DONE WITH YET? ;_;

I'm going to be so glad when I see the end of hydrology. Not that it wasn't somewhat interesting and I did need a better grasp of it to do my thesis. But really, if I have to read one more @#$%^! scientific paper on this topic I'm going to stab someone. Blarg.

I can't believe that two more weeks I'll be done with this semester. Wow.

Also, six more days till my birthday.

Okay. Back to work. If I can just get one more page done, I can call it quits for the night. That'll leave me only three more pages to go till I have the minimum amount needed to be done.

One week from now, I'll be in Boston.

OH DEAR LORD I'M NOT READY.

Since this week is Spring Break and I have been at home, I have been cleaning on and off all week long. I am a packrat. I keep everything. Then it builds and builds until I get so sick of it that I go through it and get rid of some of it. Today I decided to tackle one of those chores I love to hate: paperwork. I decided I was going through all my old paperwork and either filing it or throwing it away. This of course meant that I needed to get the file cabinet and folders set up.

THREE HOURS AND FOUR PILES OF PAPER LATER AND I AM DONE.

Seriously, I need to file paperwork at least once a month. Ugh. At least now I know where all the important stuff is now. My room also looks much nicer now. Thank goodness.

STUPID PIECE OF CRAP CAR AND IT'S STUPID CHECK COOLANT LIGHT. THAT RADIATOR IS LESS THAN 2 YEARS OLD BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN I HAD THE BLOODY THING REPLACED. IF IT IS CRACKED OR LEAKING AGAIN I SWEAR I'M GOING TO SET MY CAR ON FIRE.

OH I WISH I WERE AN OSCAR MEYER WEINER,
THAT IS WHAT I REALLY WANT TO BE!
FOR IF I WERE AN OSCAR MEYER WEINER,
EVERYONE WOULD BE IN LOVE WITH ME!

Today has been one of those days.