happyfish

So my brother's friend managed to put together this new-ish computer for us to use, he's a total computer nerd in the best possible way. The kind of guy I always want to bribe with cookies whenever my computer starts doing stupid things if I could work up the courage to call him. So I got the new computer last night, with most of the files transferred. A chunk of them are gone, and I swear half of my music just randomly disappeared. And the rest of it seems to be having issues, which is retarded, because I just want to listen to music damnit! Plus I need to burn a CD for fake mustache and it'd really be easier if I had a working gorram file on my computer.
woe.
I haven't started practicing yet. *dies*
Still, I've managed to get most of my favourites and stuff. Just - a pain, mostly. A time-consuming pain in the arse. I hate computers.
There are three different things I want to do this Friday night, not including the fact that I need to have a sculpture done by Monday and it seems like it's going to be one of those time-consuming ones. Funny how I went from not having a social life at all to having too much to do in less than a week.
AHIS and FDTN today. ugh. Can't believe I got out of bed for those classes and not sculpture. Well, I had the paper due today and all. Which I typed up during lunch. Heh. I really need to get better at the whole not procrastinating thing. Also discovered that our next assignment is due on the Thursday evening class in March. The one I was planning on skipping to go to Fake Mustache. *sigh* I have such wonderful plans for that Fake Mustache, too! Well, it's not like I can give the teacher a good enough excuse to give me an extension or anything. Maybe I could hand it in early. *coughyeahrightcough*

Today on the train Emily and I talked about the logistics of tentacle sex while surrounded by the rush hour crowd. It was fabulous. And my hoodie had ears.

Guess that's it.

Cheers.

My computer is stupid and freezes all the time. Mom doesn't understand me, which sounds all emo teenager-ish, but is actually true. I don't know where I fit in this puzzle-piece world anymore. Labels are stupid. I'm sort of envious of Mom to have the world figured out in neat boxes, but how lame, how boring, how unrealistic. Today I went to the registry to sign my name change form. Soon I'll be Jasper Dion instead of what I was before. Not that I know what that was. Personalities are just a bunch of words floating around an indescribable abstract of 'this is who I am' except I've lost that, somewhere along this process of finding myself. All I know is I miss singing and that I like drag. Maybe they'll be clues that will solve the mystery. I don't want to be who I was, but I hate the awkward and the in-between. I hate the descrepancy between my name and my presentation and why the hell do employers need to know M or F anyway? I need a job. Soon I'll be paying for my own schooling and that scares me. I want to move out but know I can't.

So, my internet's being stupid again. I'm currently at the public library, where it's slow and the mouse sucks, but I was going through internet withdrawal so there's nothing I could do. *sigh* Hopefully Kevin will come over on the weekend and kick my 'net back into life. Otherwise I don't know what I'll do.
Practice my piano more, I guess.
You can't have more than one window open on this either, which is annoying. It means I can't read my f'list and TDF at the same time.
Nothing much has really happened anyway. Hopefully I'll be able to see Caro this weekend and we'll go see 'Kinky Boots.' Yay! xD It looks like a fun sort of movie. Probably not very good, but fun.
Canada's Next Top Model has started. I really don't think Trisha seems as nice as Tyra Banks did. She just seems kind of, cold. So does the judging room, and that lady with the big lips is ugly! Not a nice sentiment, I confess, but it's true.

Ack, my wrists are starting to hurt. ;_;