The not happy thread

I slipped on some mud on the way to my tutorial today, and spent the rest of the morning at the doctors with a very painful wrist

I've sprained it, so although it hurts like buggery, atleast it isn't fractured. Plus the halls manager was nice enough to drive me there, and it was sunny so the walk back once i'd been seen was quite enjoyable actually!

SOMEONE doesn't me to ever get to my tutorial! That's ANOTHER one missed all cos i'm a clumsy oaf...ugh.

 

I just heard of a new apple application called Tiger texting that auto deletes messages on your mobile (and contacts), so no partner finds out you're cheating and the likes.

It makes me sick that these programs, sites and such are allowed to circulate. It makes me sick.

 

That's just wrong. I guess it's to be expected. When new tech comes around, there will be people that will find ways to abuse it.

 

I hate to soubd like an old, grandpa, but it's supple and demand, and i can bet you it'll be used by many, many people which will give it justice of being around.

It's 3am here and television ads right now are all sex ads (phone/text for nudity etc) and stupid text ads (dial this number and type you're partners name and we will tell you how compatable you are)

I wish i was born in the 19th century and get away from this dung.

 

I fully agree with you, Speedy, and I'm no where near to being a grandma... all that stuff just makes me feel sick. Just stick to one person!


(p.s: Maybe I could build a time machine)

 

I often dream I'm in the 1800s...

...Until then I realize I'll most likely not survive to reach adulthood.

But yeah, ads are getting sicker and sicker by the year.

 

Hummmnnn...wishful thinking to suppose the world has changed much. Just in London in the 1870s, there were around 8,500 prostitutes working the streets. So, not counting the more comfortable venues, that's an awful lot of supply available...

 

Yah, and let's not forget that all the comforts of 2010 weren't around in the 18th century. At best you'd make a living scrubbing the insides of chimneies or working in the factories if you were living in England.

 

Oh, i understand this. But depending what crowd you were with, didnt mean it had to be shoved down you're throat every possible moment.

 

Hmmm...now that you say it, I agree. At least in the 1870s, you could avoid their advertisements (in flyers) being shoved into your face every five minutes.

 

My head hurts. And the Olympics are over.

 

I'm not happy. Why? Because as I was reorganizing my folder, I accidentaly and stupidly deleted my folder with my stories in it. Even worst was that I had two documents with character names in it.

*cue mourning music*

 

My wrist/arm is absolutely killing me. It hurts to type, I have no grip, it aches like hell and hurts even worse when I try to carry anything, even my handbag.

How can a sprain cause so much pain?! I'm doing everything one-handed here.

 

Our creative writing class is not happy. The professor obviously skimmed over most of the kids works (including mine) and did not get the poetry. I know this sounds like a standard whine of kids who do badly in creative classes, but it truly isn't. Nobody really had any revealing comments on their pieces as to what was wrong, and the comments that were there made no sense. We all rushed the desk and she told us to come during her office hours. I'm extremely frustrated and glad I'm transferring out of here. I might have to go kill some zombies or something to raise my mood again.

 

Hence why I never put the TV on at that time. I stick to movies. I just got sick of all the sex ads. I don't think they should be promoting it so much. It makes me sick!

Link, I am sorry, that really sounds like the makings of a really bad day. I hope that you are able to get it back. *hugs*

Evil, the teacher sounds like a total idiot. I hate teachers like that because it really does give teachers a bad reputation. When it comes to teachers, I feel that if they aren't passionate about their work and don't really want to do it, then they need to find a new profession.

 

@ Torana. Well, it's the end of the day, but yeah, not a good moment of my otherwise okay day. :3 Ah well, at least I've reorganized it so I have the names on an Excel spreadsheet and a story layout on Microsoft Works and I've lost only the names since the stories were just sitting there all empty and stuff.

 

*hands clench into fists*

Jay...... Leno...... is back on the Tonight Show.

I am so pissed off you wouldn't believe. And he ACTS like Conan was just a temporary takeover. The selfish @#&#$&#*!!!! I didn't watch (of course I didn't!) but by the accounts of his comeback, he sounds...... awful. As usual.

I had to look at pictures of Conan and listen to The Beatles. It helps control the fury.

 

Glad because I finally got on some medicine... Not happy because the combined two I take are $70 a month. A month! And we don't even know if it will work!

 

3 nights in London look set to cost me almost £400. Aaaaarrrrggghhhhh! I simply don't have that kind of money!

 

For some reason, I'm in a misanthropic mood right now. I guess it's because there are two idiots playing rap on their phone before class and I'm just resisting the urge to hurl the phones out of the windows like a soldier would a grenade.

I sure know one rule of mine when I become a professor (re: NOT)= If I ever hear rap playing out of the phones when calls go off, out it goes literally. They can find it if it means that much to them (and judging that it'd be from a third-story window, they can fix it too). At least any other music could calm my me enough to not chuck 'em.

Aaaand my post is all misanthropic. I have no idea why. I'm sure I'll feel better. It's just sudden. :3

 

You know...you watch a movie and you would think after putting an hour and 40 minutes into it that it would get a bit better. I mean, it has a terrific cast, the acting is spot on but it just has no real appeal. It is time for me to admit...I am bored.

 

My stomach kills today and I have a headache.... meh...

 

OK, so, she said no. Gutted.

 

I'm tired of the Victorian age. Tired of the Victorian novels. So dark, so depressing. In short, the Victorian Age is when everyone suddenly became chronically depressed.

I want happy, fun novels now.

 

Whoever she is, she's an idiot for saying no. (for whatever reason that may have been)

But what about Jane Eyre? That's a nice one!