Holy Shit!

Sunday, October 13th, 2002 | Idiocy

My heater just committed suicide.

It went Pop! Sizzle! Flash! Fizz! Bang!
I went Holy Shit! And beat out the sparks that were sitting on the flammable carpet with a text book!

It then made some really ugly noises and then filled my bedroom full of smoke!

I kissed my savior, the textbook, then had to spend another five minutes pulling the heater apart to try and figure out what happened. My conclusion? It decided that life was no longer worth living. Either that, or the element was fried by the extreme amounts of dust that had gathered within my poor little heater’s chassis.

Crikeys. This serves as a lesson to all people who have heaters in their bedrooms.

Make sure you have a text book handy to beat the living shit out of any flames that come pouring out of your depressed heater.

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Caff
October 15, 2002

I should get myself a heater just to have some use for my textbooks.

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Holy Shit

Friday, September 6th, 2002 | University

I’ve done no work.

Where did the past 6 mths go?

I’ve done no work.

I’ve been sitting here…. right here on this chair… plowing
through the ENDLESS SHIT that my computer has thrown at me. I’ve
struggled with so much of the code that it seems like I’ve been
taking one step forward, one step backward and done a little dance
on the spot.

The code that I have could have been created in a week by somebody
who actually had a clue. Me? Well… its taken me all fucking
year. I’ve sacrificed my life completely for this computer, to
get zero result.

I’ve got nothing to show for my time aside from about 50 broken *.c files
(and two *.h) that don’t do an incredible amount.

Sure, they pipe data through an external null modem connected to
my serial ports. Do you think they pump _usefull_ data? Ha. Not
a fucking chance…

I can form a single packet, with ETH/TCP/IP headers, but can I do
anything with it? Well… I can break it… effectively…. many
different ways…. useful? hardly.

So, I’m slowly going insane, as tomorrow my project dissertation
abstract is due. What do I write for the conclusion?

4.0 Conclusion I am a braidead numbscull who has nothing to show
for all her time that she’s wasted on this project.

Doyle, signing off amidst a cloud of stress vapour.

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