I'm not sure what I'm ranty about. A lot is bothering me today. And I know it's because I'm pmsing, but I figure I should write it here rather than update twitter every five seconds.
I can't believe that the terrorist attack in Russia isn't a trending topic on Twitter. Ok, I can believe it. People are callous, and no one thinks of Russia because it isn't "sexy." Well, I think of it. But then I think Russia is sexy.
Maybe it's too soon, maybe it's wrong to say, but it takes balls of solid rock to attack Russia. If the terrorists hadn't blown themselves to bits I would give them props. Though I don't really blame them. Fucked if I would stick around to feel the wrath of Mother Russia. I'm curious to see if it ends up being the Taliban. "The war is in the Middle East... with Russia." That's always been something in the back of my mind. If they've started bombing Russia it may not be so true.
You attack the United States, England, Russia, why not throw a little China in there too and get your ass nuked off the face of the earth.
Ok, what else to rant about. Fuck my battery is about to die. I wish there was a plug over here. Or chica with the book wasn't sitting in the only chair next to a socket. Seriously.
God I wish my job would post my w2's. I want to get my new computer. Here's what I'm getting:
Case:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/
Hard Drive:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/
Motherboard:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/
Graphics Card:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/
Power Supply:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/
Processor:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/
Blueray/DVD writer:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/
Keyboard/Mouse:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/
And RAM. Though I don't know what kind... or how much. Probably 8GB. That's going to be insane. Mmmmm. What do you think? I can't wait. Should be able to get it soon. Would be tomorrow but it would get here on Friday and I don't want to be cooped up putting together a computer on my birthday.
That's right, it's my birthday this week. The big 3-1. I'm at that age where I can't believe I'm already 31 and I can't believe I'm only 31.
I was cleaning my apartment the other day and I kept walking by the bathroom mirror. I have mom body, but I'm not a mom. I feel like I should have a 4 or 5 year old at this point. I feel like I'm mom. I feel like I'm ready to be a mom. Not going to happen now. Maybe not going to happen ever.
The significant is doing better. He's behaving himself a little better, we'll see how he is this weekend before I say anything definite. Still not good enough that I think it's going to last, or that I want to have a child with him. We'll probably make it to a year now. But I don't know if it's going to be further. I feel like I'm his mom most of the time. And that just isn't right.
We'll see how things work out.
My fingers are still going now, and the battery is still kicking. But I'm not sure if I have anything else to rant about right now. I don't want to go to class tonight. I don't want to go to class anymore. It's pointless for me to be here in person. It's basically an online class that you have to show up to school to take. She's a weak teacher.
You know, now that I've typed it I don't think I use the word "weak" very often. Or maybe I just don't spell it right most of the time. I don't think I've spelled w-e-a-k in a long time. It feels weird.
I want to learn to exercise my vocabulary. I want to learn to write. I want to find passion that inspires me to write. I don't want to just write because I'm feeling ranty.
Enough of the ranty.
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