Whyyyy?

Mar. 19th, 2009 10:33 am
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (make it stop)
*deep breath*

I really wish people would just rent a laptop and book a study room when they need to do a group project on a computer.

I guess that's not really fair - college students can't go throwing money around, even if it's not much to rent a laptop - but how did I end up sitting across from the three loudest girls in the room, working on a project? And the loudest one has a new tongue stud, or braces, or SOMETHING, because she sounds like she has marbles in her mouth.

Also, my wrist hurts. And the keys on the computers in the lab are so old and sticky you practically need to smack each one with a mallet.

Maybe I should go rent a laptop.


Edit: The lab monitor just told them to shut up. HEE.
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (*facepalm*)
Doing some more Calibrated Peer Reviews.

Seriously, I could CRY. On our last round, two out of three essays I marked were terrible. This round (writing a lab report introduction from a provided procedure/materials/results write-up) also seems to be following that pattern - the last one I marked was SO bad I was forced to flunk it. It's the first one I've actually flunked. And the one I'm looking at now isn't much better - if it actually isn't worse.

*skims* Okay...it's worse. Jesus. HOW are these people ever going to work in a laboratory if they can't bloody read basic instructions?! E.g. DON'T put the procedure in a lab report introduction! Both have! Neither have a hypothesis! Both re-state the results! Which, obviously, are already IN the "results" section of this hypothetical report.

And neither paper so far has been able to follow APA format - holy fuck, the one I'm looking at now cites one source as, "Adobe Acrobat file." OMFG.

Why can't I just write, "You've got to be fucking kidding me," on these? Because I really, really want to.


...I don't drink, so I can't drink heavily to get through this. Maybe I'll deal by going and looking for some pr0n again. Even if it's bad, it's bound to be better than THIS.



Also, my image host appears to have been abducted by aliens. Like, the site isn't even there anymore. Buh? Possibly they just had a major server crash or something, but if it's not back in a day or so, I guess I'll be re-uploading everything somewhere else.

Does Scrapbook actually work for mood icons? Since I'm paid up for a while, I might as well take advantage of it if it'll work.
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." ([DW] Raxacoricophallapatorian PLEASE!)
An article about casting for series five of Doctor Who.

Cut for spoilers and a raaage-worthy quote )


And my GOD, more people need to download the most recent Confidential so I can get my share ratio high enough to put it on disc, make copies for Frank and Ann Marie (Christmas to Christmas - no reason not to when I couldn't mail it earlier anyway) and delete it. I want all the Christmas and Eleventh Doctor stuff off our computer. Because we just got a new computer for Christmas (WHOO FINALLY) and I don't want those files stuck on here while we make the switch.

*glares at uTorrent*

AND, to top off my morning, I stupidly left my most recent pair of $30 earbuds sitting out on the computer desk while I went to the bathroom, and Pigwidgeon chewed them into pulp before I got back. This is the FIRST time I've forgotten and left my headphones out since the time she chewed up the earbuds that came with my iPod a few weeks ago. I'm SO FUCKING PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW.

That fucking cat has seriously tasted my fury, i.e. the water squirter. UGH. Now I have to trudge out through the snow and pick up more headphones. DIE, CAT.

NO. FAIL.

Dec. 10th, 2008 11:50 am
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." ([DW] Raxacoricophallapatorian PLEASE!)
Holy fuck, the internets are being so stupid lately.


I'm going through another one of those cycles (it always goes in cycles because I bite my tongue for a while, and then give up on doing so - lather, rinse, repeat!) where every. single. goddamn. reply. in my inbox is, WTF I AM NOT RACIST JUST BECAUSE I AM SAYING RACIST BULLCRAP STFU and YOU THINK YOURE SO CLEVER DONT YOU WELL YOURE NOT SO SMART STFU.

I hate you all, you ignorant jackasses.

GO AWAY.


Thank god I have a haircut to get, Christmas shopping to do, and exams to study for. I have excuses to make myself get off the stupid goddamn internet and away from all its stupid goddamn PEOPLE.

Now I just have to deal with the idiots at the mall.

I CAN HAS DESERTED ISLAND IN THE PACIFIC NAO?



P.S. To the newest person to add me (if you're actually watching this, you know who you are): adding only people in Native American-related communities (or so it appears) when you have no entries in your own journal kinda makes you look like a troll. Just sayin'.

If you're not a troll, I'd advise you to expand your interests and maybe post some things in your journal so people can get an idea of what you're like.

Also, I'm actually white.
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (aaah!)
SO:

  • Due to being sick all last week, I'm at least a bit behind in most of my classes.

  • Let's face it, my calc class honestly sort of left me in the dust the first WEEK. I might just be better off withdrawing and attempting it again next semester, in a different time slot (e.g. NOT 8 a.m.) and with an instructor who doesn't have an accent I'm unable to understand. Trouble is, that means I'm behind two classes in the program. Since I'm basically a semester ahead with prior credit, that's not TOO bad. Still...

    (I don't know...maybe I should talk to advising about the, "at least one undiagnosed sleep disorder and possibly more, eight a.m. classes will NOT work, even if I AM in a Bachelor's program," thing. Maybe they can help me?)

  • I didn't sleep at ALL last night. The same button that always falls out on my watches fell out on the most recent one again, and the fucking alarm went off every five minutes ALL night for some reason. I tried to fix it - couldn't. Tried to bury the damn thing - could still hear it. ARGH. I feel like I have a hang-over or something.

  • I still have to write my essay for Globalization which I didn't work on at all last week because I was inches from death. So I have, like...a day to do it in. No extensions, because today is the last class. Grr.

    I'm tempted to say, "fuck it," and suck up the 15% loss in my grade. But I've already made those sorts of sacrifices in math (assuming I don't withdraw), and probably BOMBED a 10% quiz in geography two weeks ago, and I'd really prefer not to totally destroy my GPA this semester.

    Plus I REALLY want to do a good job shredding Samuel P. Huntington's "clash of civilizations," theory, oh Mr. "Those Black Folk Askin' For Special Rights Causes Racism."

    (And second-hand opinions don't make you look any smarter, the song I'm currently listening to sez. If only Huntington could hear it right now.)

  • HARPER WON A STRONGER FUCKING MINORITY GOVERNMENT. FUCK YOU, CANADA.

  • I just got my period today.


...

Today.

Make it stop. I want to get off.
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (woken so suddenly - kept up nights)
WHY is it that whenever I'm in the computer lab, I end up at a computer next to someone who is a very loud mouth breather? Or someone who smacks their lips constantly? I could understand this happening once in a while, but this seriously happens to me every damn day.

Today, for example, I entered the free lab to work on my geography independent study course with the online tutorial help at hand. And shortly after I first booted up a computer, I discovered that the guy sitting beside me had this habit of sighing loudly and frequently.

But he left after less than an hour. ...Only to be replaced by this girl who's, you guessed it, loudly breathing through her mouth.

WHY.

Ugh. I pulled an all-nighter to work on a math project that was due today. (I finally gave up on the last question because my sister's graphing calculator was unable to calculate it. "Some stupidly large number," was my answer. So it's probably wrong, but oh well. I think MOST of it is right.)

And now I have classes today until five, plus my debate group meets at three.

But I'm head-bobbing right now. I hope I get a third wind later today (third because I'm sure I've used up my second wind).


God, I want to go back to bed.
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." ([Calvin] - yikes!)
My Globalization readings are fucking killing me. This was stuff we started last week, but since I was out sick for a few days and worked all weekend, I didn't really have time to do it. That's...very unfortunate.

I'm supposed to have four articles read and summarized (in 1-2 paragraphs, with proper APA citation) by 4 p.m. today. Not including my programming class (which runs from 2-3), I have until four to do it. But I'm currently SLOGGING through the first 8-page article - a transcript of a speech/lecture entitled, "Islam in English Law."

An excerpt (notice that this is ONE SENTENCE):

The rule of law is thus not the enshrining of priority for the universal/abstract dimension of social existence but the establishing of a space accessible to everyone in which it is possible to affirm and defend a commitment to human dignity as such, independent of membership in any specific human community or tradition, so that when specific communities or traditions are in danger of claiming finality for their own boundaries of practice and understanding, they are reminded that they have to come to terms with the actuality of human diversity - and that the only way of doing this is to acknowledge the category of ‘human dignity as such’ – a non-negotiable assumption that each agent (with his or her historical and social affiliations) could be expected to have a voice in the shaping of some common project for the well-being and order of a human group.

(Dr. Rowan Williams, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Feb. 7/08)

I mean, I can grok it, but slooowly. Too slowly to think I'm going to get this finished. I mean, good thing it's only 4% of my final mark, but aaargh, I want to complete this! And apparently the entire point of this assignment is just to get us used to...

...SEARCHING PROQUEST. WTF?!


...Aaaand, there's apparently MORE READINGS unrelated to this assignment on the Blackboard. (For anyone who's never used a Blackboard before, that's an online platform for students and instructors which is mainly used to post announcements, assignments, and the like.) I have more reading in this class than all the rest COMBINED.

Back to it. *tears hair*
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (*facepalm*)
So my mom is catsitting this week for my aunt while she's in California, right? (Why my aunt is in California is a big long story to do with the fact that my OTHER aunt on my mother's side and her husband are moving there to help his MS. I might post about that eventually.)

And my sister left today around 2ish to go to her class at 4 p.m. I know she hasn't been home since, given that I've been here the whole time.

(It was looking more and more like I'd miss my second instructor; and eventually I decided that going to school for a locker and a campus card was pointless, since I have three free hours between classes tomorrow, so I did some cleaning and laundry today instead.)

She called around 8:30, but I was napping and missed the call. Now it's eleven, and she's still not home. She didn't leave a message on the phone (or if she meant to, it wasn't saved - our handset died completely when I tried to call her at 9:30, so who knows), and when I call her, I just get her voicemail.

WTF kid, where are you?! IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT.

Arrgh, I HAVE to go to bed soon, or I'll have a repeat of today. She had just BETTER get home within the next hour.


I'm getting really tired of my sister waltzing in at all wee hours.

Edit: Okay, okay, she just got home. 11:30, sheesh.
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (aaah!)
Another one for the, "the universe hates me," file:

The last school I applied to was Mount Royal College. Not my first choice, but the U of C fell through over a bunch of red tape. Mount Royal was nearly the same deal - they needed change-of-name forms that I'd long since lost all my copies of - but since Mount Royal's deadlines are so much more relaxed than the U of C's, I was able to get them a copy before the deadline for transcripts (which was August 1).

I personally hand-delivered that copy to the Registrar's Office on July 29. At the time, the woman who took the form told me they would now be able to start processing my application. Which I took to mean, "We now have all your documents."

Apparently NOT. Despite the fact that it was only 3 days from the deadline and she had my records open in front of her at the time, the woman I spoke to did not bother to tell me that they hadn't received my SAIT transcripts yet.

So for the past two weeks and some, I've been merrily going along thinking my application was being processed, and waiting to hear yay or nay.

I was starting to get concerned though, and when my sister received HER acceptance letter to their General Studies program (something which, incidentally, I can only WISH I had taken when I was able) on Tuesday, I thought WTF is the delay, it's mid-August!

So I logged on to MyMRC, and it tells me that I'm missing documents.

It just gets worse )

Long story short: never trust the administrative staff at a post-secondary institution to do anything right. And I mean, NEVER. You'd THINK I'd have learned that lesson by now, but no.

I should have logged in to MyMRC a while back and double-checked stuff. I should have contacted SAIT when I didn't get an official receipt by the last week of July. So many things to kick MYSELF for now, too, besides being annoyed that SAIT screwed up so badly.

I really hope there is still room in Mount Royal's BSc program. I will just CRY at this point if I don't get in, and I'm stuck working for another year.


So NOTHING I meant to do yesterday got done, and I passed out in exhaustion when I got home, so nothing got done then, either. I'm still incredibly tired, so I guess I'm going back to bed. I'm so sorry to the people I owe various things; I will work on them when I get home from work tonight.

Ooh, and also? While I'm complaining? The insides of my ears itch SO BAD right now, but if I take a 12-hour allergy pill NOW, it will be wearing off during dinner tonight. Which would be BAD, especially if I end up on rail making the food. So I need to wait a few hours. Which, ARGH. The itching is driving me NUTS.

WHY.

ME.

Man.
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (Callisto)
Mom visited Callisto, and she says he's doing better! She says that his "numbers" (not clear on what that means) aren't any better than they were last time... BUT he ate on his own! More info when I've got it.


DEAR UNIVERSE: STOP KICKING MY FRIENDS LIST AROUND. I'M NOT PLEASED WITH YOU RIGHT NOW.

WTF?!

Jul. 18th, 2008 01:22 pm
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." ([DW] Raxacoricophallapatorian PLEASE!)
You know what's worse than hold music?

Hold music which is interrupted at regular intervals so a recorded message can tell you that you're still on hold.

KILL.

AAARGH WHY?

Apr. 4th, 2008 09:46 am
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (chess)
Why does school suck so much?! Why is it so difficult to go to one?

I finally got an electronic request for my high school transcripts sent off to Alberta Ed. What a pain the ass!

In order to request transcripts, I need to register for an "Alberta Secure Login ID" or something like that. (Which didn't save properly or something the first time, so I ended up doing it twice.) As part of that TOS-blah-blah you have to agree to, they have something about keeping your own information up-to-date. Haha, I hope they don't actually expect to hold people to that. Like ANYONE is going to remember to update their "Alberta Secure Login ID" information when you only need that ID to, oh, order transcripts!

And I have to keep entering my legal gender for EVERYTHING! If it's only for "statistical purposes," why is my gender attached to my goddamned name for everything, and why don't I have the option not to enter it? FUCK YOU ALBERTA ED!

And in order to create the aforementioned ID, not only do they require your gender, but they REQUIRE you to enter the answers to six of their own security questions. As in, you don't get to choose the questions you answer. One of the questions is "mother's maiden name" (!). Uh, what if you don't have a mother?

I got a bit creative with some of the stupider questions, e.g.

What is the location of your dream vacation?

Gallifrey

Although, as my mother said, it's a bit crispy there these days.


Now, off to SAIT and MRC. Hopefully I can make it to both places and back to Chinook in time for work. Hopefully they'll mail my bloody transcripts in time! Although really, considering that my previous college courses have been for either a) theatre or b) journalism, only my high school transcripts REALLY matter in applying to Biological Sciences.


Maybe I shouldn't complain. At least I don't live in Germany. *eyes friendslist*
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (EPIC FAIL!)
Dear MRC and SAIT,

Please explain to me why I should need to remember my student ID number in order to request transcripts? Why am I providing you with my full name and dates of attendance if that's not sufficient to locate me in your database?

Especially if I attended your school many years ago (MRC, I'm looking at you), there ought to be a way for me to look up this information which DOESN'T also require me to remember logins and passwords and such from an equally long time ago.

You're just going to have to look up this information for me, BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE IT.

No love,

Bean
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." ([work] customers suck)
And while I'm in a pissy mood, I want to add that I don't understand how you work with someone who has a repetitive strain injury FOR A YEAR, ask concerned questions like, "How are your wrists doing?" FOR A YEAR, get worried if you say your wrists are doing badly FOR A YEAR, and then AFTER A YEAR, suddenly come out one day with:

"You know, not to be mean, but I don't really believe there is such a thing as carpal tunnel."

EXCUSE ME? Why, I wonder, have I not heard this before? Is it because the wrist braces have been gone for a while? Is it "safer" now to air that stupidity?

This doubt belongs to Boss's Daughter, and she apparently finds the existence of RSIs doubtful because she worked in the same job at Subway for six years with no trouble, but a coworker of hers there developed symptoms after six months. Even after I pointed out that multiple factors go into the development of RSIs, and that some people are undoubtedly genetically predisposed, she's still repeating the same crap about how she doesn't get why someone could work in the same job for years and not get it, too.


What the hell. This is the SAME GIRL who wants people to believe that she suffers EXCRUCIATING on-and-off back pain - for which she's collected disability pay - from an injury sustained while lifting a five-pound box of cheese slices.

But this is somehow more "real" than injuries I've sustained from YEARS of computer use. Injuries that I have used to predict the weather - which I gave independent reports of to her, and which she confirmed via her back injury. (And no, for the record, I don't disbelieve that she's really got a back injury. But it boggles my mind that she could deny the reality of my injury with a backstory for hers like THAT. Five pounds of cheese, guys.)


What gives some people the bloody nerve?! Really now.

Ugh.

Feb. 15th, 2008 08:13 am
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." ([work] customers suck)
Guess who worked 12 hours without a break yesterday? Yeah, happy fucking Valentine's Day, everyone.


Also, I'm not receiving comment notifications, for some reason. If you reply to me somewhere, and you want me to see it, comment here and let me know!
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (bitch please)
Okay, THIS is what I meant to post the other day when lj was being poopy:

--

This is very House, M.D. fandom-related. If you don't watch House, this will NO SENSE. Feel free to ignore.

I have been meaning for a long while to post my thoughts on recent House episodes. I've not posted much of anything about House at all in this journal, because 1) I wasn't aware of ANYONE on my list who even watches the show until just recently, and 2) I wasn't posting much, period.

I meant to post a near ESSAY weeks ago with regards to "One Day, One Room," but that was the point at which my home computer ran down the curtain and shuffled off it's mortal coil, AND I've been home sick for three weeks. It was really an essay in my head, although I've lost many of the main points to some random memory storage I can't access, sadly.

I came here to post a few thoughts behind a cut (as I'm sure you non-House fans couldn't care less) about the most recent episode, the subsequent hour-long conversation I had with my mother about TV characterization challenges and fandom perspectives, and how that ties into my thoughts on the WHOA promo for the next episode. I was just going to sum up "One Day, One Room" really fast - I was picturing some weakly "Bridget Jones"-style summaries.

Ep. amazing. Clinic hilarity nearly hernia-inducing. Conversation with girl v. deep. At least think conversation with girl v. deep, could be wrong.** House "secret" well-played, am reflecting on own past. Have new philosophy: Hugh Laurie world genius.

Have second new philosophy: fandom full of morons.


**In case anyone thinks that I really believe this is as "deep" as philosophy gets, I'm playin'.

...Like that. Possibly stuff about "Needle in a Haystack," too. But I realized when I got to the update box that there's some older stuff that I really, REALLY need to get off my chest which I've been swallowing. Should've just given in to the inevitable and said this sooner.

If you DO watch the show, feel free to follow along here.

[SPOILERS AHEAD]:

'One Day, One Room' )


Pissy letter to fandom re: 'One Day, One Room' )

Okay, I'm going to have to run to work, so more recent stuff can wait until later.

--

Of course, I don't actually have to work tonight. But I DO need to go home soon. My freaking mp3 player needs to FINISH CHARGING ALREADY, jeezus.
beandelphiki: Animated icon of the TARDIS from the British television show, "Doctor Who." (gloves off)
Dear twentytens )


That may just be the first time I've done that. (Can't remember!) What an annoying little booger. But wheee!

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