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Funny quote, perfect for me:

"The nerve of those people! Inviting me down there -- and on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it. Four o'clock, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one. 5:30, jazzercize. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again! 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing; I'm booked! Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?!"

*gasp*

I just had the terrible vision of a life that's not at ALL what I envisioned... *shudder*

My bro studies computer sciences, maaaaaaaany miles away from where I live. Which is good. He might be nice to hang out with while I'm here during term break, but on the whole living with him is impossible. There's no way in hell I could abide that.

He... he behaves horrible! He never cleans up his stuff! Okay, I'm a very messy person myself, but he's a pasha! Yes, that's what he is. He still lets my mom prepare dinner for him and he's 25!! He doesn't take out the dishes when he's done. He NEVER helps. He watches TV all fucking day, I swear. I usually sit in the living room when I'm at home, because my room really is only a bedroom. There's not much there and I'm not very thrilled at the thought of sitting on my bed all day, staring at the wall in absolute silence. I think that's understandable. But he has the TV running constantly. It's driving me crazy. I can't write or do anything, because stupid cartoons and crap keep distracting me. He doesn't even CHOOSE! He just lets it run! All sorts of crap! Cooking shows, docus on crap he doesn't give a shit about. It's annoying. He manages to zone out on it. I can't.

Unfortunately, he has the same life rhythm as me, too. Stays up later and sleeps all day. Gah!

Then, he's not very clean, I'm sorry to say. He runs around in messy clothes, he wears sneakers all day, then takes them off in the middle of the living room and when I kindly ask him to wash his feet, he plain refuses.

And then... the most horrible thing about him, he is really into porn. Disgusting porn. Most perverted porn. I've seen it once on the computer we share. He must spend hours each day finding it on the net and wanking. I'm not kidding... *shudder* And he's so... disgusting! Last week I walked barefoot in the computer room right after he used it and stepped into a slimey puddle... There are stains on the floor and on the chair, the keyboard. Everywhere! He's a disgusting, perverted pig!!! And he thinks I'm stupid and don't know what he's doing! I wish my dad would say something just once...

I know I shouldn't say these things in public, but hey... I have to say it. Otherwise you won't understand why I'm so afraid right now. Because my mom just said that when he has to do the practical training, he should go to the city I study since it's a large city and he'll find better positions there. That means he'll move into my flat!!! My beautiful flat!!! I can't stand the thought of it! I want to move out at once. I've worked so hard to get the rooms look nice and make everything comfy and nice and then he comes along and desecrates it all. I want to scream at the thought of it!

I can only pray and hope and beg that this won't happen... what change would that mean?? I won't be able to write at all anymore, since he'll follow me with his constantly running TV set. He'll stain and soil my floors and will deny it. He'll drive me crazy!

I just hope this doesn't happen....

Mission Accomplished!

Just took the cat to the vet, he got his shots, was charming and beautiful and everybody loved him... Mission accomplished! ^_^

Is it just me or do other people's journal entries don't show up as well? ô_o

depressed web server...

File not found, Error 404.

"The requested document is totally fake. No /404 here. Even tried multi. Nothing helped.

I'm really depressed about this. You see, I'm just a web server... -- here I am, brain the size of the universe, trying to serve you a simple web page, and then it doesn't even exist! Where does that leave me?!

I mean, I don't even know you. How should I know what you wanted from me? You honestly think I can *guess* what someone I don't even *know* wants to find here?

*sigh*

Man, I'm so depressed I could just cry. And then where would we be, I ask you? It's not pretty when a web server cries. And where do you get off telling me what to show anyway? Just because I'm a web server, and possibly a manic depressive one at that? Why does that give you the right to tell me what to do? Huh?

I'm so depressed... I think I'll crawl off into the trash can and decompose. I mean, I'm gonna be obsolete in what, two weeks anyway? What kind of a life is that? Two effing weeks, and then I'll be replaced by a .01 release, that thinks it's God's gift to web servers, just because it doesn't have some tiddly little security hole with its HTTP POST implementation, or something.

I'm really sorry to burden you with all this, I mean, it's not your job to listen to my problems, and I guess it is my job to go and fetch web pages for you. But I couldn't get this one. I'm so sorry.

Believe me! Maybe I could interest you in another page? There are a lot out there that are pretty neat, they say, although none of them were put on *my* server, of course. Figures, huh? Everything here is just mind-numbingly stupid.

That makes me depressed too, since I have to serve them, all day and all night long. Two weeks of information overload, and then *pffftt*, consigned to the trash. What kind of a life is that? Now, please let me sulk alone. I'm so depressed."