I fucking hate being a eunuch.

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I just saw the last fifteen minutes of a television documentary about Columbine. There's a group of extremely well-educated people calling themselves the "Threat Assessment Group", trying to make sense of the reasons behind the Columbine massacre. The TAG, of course, is completely clueless as to preventing similar incidents. A problem must be ( Read more... )

With the release of the Beta version of Asheron's Call II, the powers that be decided to implement a system designed to keep a user from getting in the queue on more than one server, to provide for the maximum number of different persons being able to download the necessary file at the same time. I'd like point out that I am downloading the file ( Read more... )

I see a fracture; as though the earth has quaked and nothing is where it once was. I foresee this fracture growing and widening, as though aftershocks still rumble through the ground. I can foresee this happening, because I am a part of the fracture; none of the parts of the fracture seem to fit as they once did; some better, some worse ( Read more... )

I hate when I wake up two hours before I need to get up, and can't fall asleep, after having slept only three and a half hours. Just shoot me, please.

With my mother out of town for the weekend, I got her tax information and submitted my FAFSA. Unfortunately, I still qualify as a dependant student, and as such, her signature is required. It's not quite what I had hoped for, but at least she can't refuse to provide me with the information I need, since I already have it ( Read more... )

At my first job, I worked with Strauss, Prokofiev, and others. My hours varied, but as an eighteen year old about to leave for school, with no bills to pay, it didn't matter. I had a blast that summer ( Read more... )

I haven't left the house in over two days now. I'm going insane ( Read more... )

Two hours ago, I began work on Op.7. As of now, it's less than two minutes long, but I'm very pleased with what I have so far. Let's just hope that it doesn't sound good right now simply because I'm tired. I'll be very pissed if I wake up tomorrow and it sounds like shit. It's supposed to be pretty and melodic; I may even go without percussion ( Read more... )