My parents are really starting to tick me off. Not only for reasons mentioned here before, but now they have changed their passwords. No longer can I surf the internet in the leisure and comfort of my own room, The Largest Pigsty Known To Man. Now, I must take my surfing to other venues. Oh well, at least I can still download keyloggers and capture their passwords as they type them. The only problem is, those programs are rarely free, and when they are, they usually don’t run invisibly. Once I find another really good free one, you can bet it’s being used on their computer, LOL.
Monthly Archive for March, 2004
The way things are around here these days, my parents will be in the running for the Olympic event designed for them: Synchronized PMS.
My parents have done it. They have perfected the act of synchronizing their pissy fits, something that has been in the works since 1976. First they stop me from going to Katie’s birthday party, which I figured was coming, because every time I tell my parents about my plans more than twelve hours in advance, they find some reason for me not to go, and then tonight I walk in from walking the dog and they’re both screaming at each other, and then their target becomes none other than me. I am so sick of this place. My dad threatened to kick me out, which, to tell you the truth, wouldn’t be so bad. I could probably find somewhere else to live, because I know my friends will stand by me.
About an hour ago, I started comtemplating suicide. I know I have way too much to live for, but that would be the ultimate punishment for my parents. But, I’d hurt my friends more, and I don’t want to hurt many of my aquaintances. The armor of my soul is rusty, worn down from years of the same treatment at home.
A little side note: I’d like to make it clear that under no circumstances will I attempt suicide without talking my problems over with one of my close friends. So don’t get too upset, please, because I don’t want this document to end up in court as a testiment to my current level of sanity, because I am quite sane and not suicidal.
I just realized: this song (Godsmack’s Voodoo) is talking about death by snakebites. On a related note, read my last post. It’s quite a… strange… coincidence.
I think I may have found someone who has a crush on me. I don’t want to state it, because the person reads my journal. I’m basing this off of a post on the Board of Smartness. If I’m right… well, that’d make things a little more interesting around here, wouldn’t it?
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday Dear Matt,
Happy Birthday to me!
Here I am. I’m a little older, a hell of a lot wiser, and even more godlygeeky than before. The only things that have spoiled this birthday (thus far) are having to go to Geometry and American Literature, and having Adam feebly attempt to piss me off. We both know full well that he does not have the intelligence required to craft a good insult. And why does my clock read 9:42 AM? It’s almost 5:00! ahh, there we go, now it’s been auto-adjusted by 6h 59m 59s to read… 9:43 AM??????? No, wait, that is just Windows attempting to piss me off. It almost worked, too.
Anyway, I’m heading off to LaserQuest in a while, because I can get in some good games. I’m going to LQ mostly because since I’m a member, I get a free game on my birthday. Of course, I’m playing more than one game, but that is beside the point. Oh, and Jeff is coming with, so I can have some fun blasting him to kingdom come. Although, I must say, LQ has gotten kinda boring lately, because I’ve played with the members of the national team, who have scored the nationwide trophy three years running. Once you’ve played with these guys, you can’t go back, because you get really freakin’ good or you end up with a laughable score.
I’ll post more later, maybe.
Oh, and I’ve added the food forum into the boards, and an Indie Movies subforum.
I am so sick of trying to deal with the weak and stupid. When they’re not being assholes and morons, they’re just as good as the next person; however, these times occur much too infrequently. Personally, I like the ways Sara’s brain has come up with to deal with them, although I still retain the opinion that most people just don’t deserve her punishments. Here’s a little poem I wrote; can you guess who it is I’m talking about?
Always the same
You were once my friend,
I now find you revolting.
Keeping emotions, feelings locked away
Irritation seeps into my life
Like a little liquid
Leaking out of the skin.
“Asshole, asshole, asshole”
Drones on in my brain.
“Asshole, asshole, asshole
Much to my dismay.
The start to this week was little better than the end to last week. Although I didn’t have to suffer like I did on Friday, I did feel extremely disconnected today. I know Sara was waiting for me to get online earlier, but I couldn’t get on because I was so busy from the time I get home from school to about 10:00 that I didn’t even look at my computer. Do you know how busy I have to be to not even look at my computer? That’s a lot of effert.
Well, I may finish my disjointed thoughts later, but for now, I think I need some sleep. Maybe this well be a full post later, and maybe it won’t. It depends..
Uggg… Today started terrible. Jeff had a LAN party today, and things started out OK: Jeff and I had a war between my speakers and Mike’s speakers. Mike’s won, but that was only because he has a THX-certified 6-speaker sound system attached to his computer, while I have a little 3-speaker sound system set up on mine. We played Half-Life for a while, and that is when the day started going down the big ol’ toilet of life.
We had some network issues, because Jeff likes to think he knows something about computers and networking, but he really doesn’t have a clue, and is just guessing most of the time. We never did get all of the computers up . So Jeff starts getting really pissy, and acts like a little spoiled brat. Which, it’s true: he is a little brat.
Then, we dicided to play Red Alert 2, and things really got bad. First, Jeff’s base was placed about 9 inches away on the map, and the only land route he could really take to attack anyone else was right though my base. I finally just packed up and moved down, but then I was at the mercy of another player. But of course, Jeff is still pissed off that the network isn’t working correctly, and whines about whatever he can find to whine about. I did hang on to my new position for about 2 hours, though, at which point I had to pack it up and come home.
Basically, it boils down to: Adam has more respect in my book now. Jeff has infinately less.
And I really need a new computer. If anyone wants to donate money to the “Matt Gets A New Computer Fund”, you probably know where to find me.
(BTW: Only 7, that’s right, 7 days until my birthday!)
Wow. The title of my current music, “Awake”, doesn’t really symbolize me right now.
Anyway, I’m feeling geeky today, but in a good way. I managed to turn one of the computers in my school’s library into a web server just to prove that I could. That was really the entire point: to show how much of a non-nerd Fisch is and to test my prowess. Also, I turned my computer into a web server for my internal network, and I’m working on installing a mail server as I type. My internal network becomes more and more like the external internet every day. When they finally merge, the Internet may experience ill effects from having my net dropped in.
Now, of course, since I don’t have a connection that stays open all the time right now, I know the server will not be online much. That’s why it’s strictly for my internal network right now. Maybe that network will merge with the internet at large in the next 4 or 5 years and stay up.