So I got my new headset today.
In the beginning, it gave me the same error as the last one.
I just switched USB ports, and it seems to be working okay… but the recognition accuracy could be a lot better.
So I took my huge math test today. I really have no idea how I did. Almost all of my answers had imaginary numbers in them, and although she mentioned that this test would focus a lot on imaginary numbers I felt like I was using the quadratic formula incorrectly.
Well, there’s no way to know how I did until Monday, so I’m not going to worry about it. Bastards still don’t have my tire. Other than that, not much to report.
I’m still working on my mother’s website… she wrote me this long rambling thing and I have to massage it into her welcome paragraph.
Totally looking forward to going to the city with Sam this weekend. I mean, we probably won’t run into Damon and Jesse again, but I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time.
I was showing him these really disturbing videos last night… I guess they weren’t really disturbing it was just that they were more performance art than porn. There was this one video of this guy who sets his dresser on fire and jerks off onto the fire. It’s just one of those jaw-dropping moments of “umm…wow…er…hmm”
My grandma left me this note to clean up this mess (there was egg all over the stove) but the thing is, I don’t cook eggs on the stove. Article 4,203 in my dissertation of how crazy she is.
I’m angry about it, but what the hell am I supposed to do.
Lets see… news that doesn’t suck… I bought my train tickets for my vacation yesterday! Also, I got this miniseries that Molly recommended in the mail from Netflix, Tin Man. It’s supposed to be steampunklicious.
Um, guys, I just looked at my archives, and holyfuckingshit. My archives list has 58 months. FIFTY EIGHT MONTHS. That’s nearly five years. 3,158 posts. THREE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT POSTS. I need to throw some kind of party on the five-year anniversary. I don’t know who I’d invite that has been here for the whole roller coaster other than Amanda, but still. Weird.
Huh, I was looking through Wordpress and I had two private posts. One was just a sentence, the other was this time that I was really mad at Christen on Jan. 3, 2007. I guess I’ll post it, what the hell.
And I would totally come.