If I don't get my computer assembled I think I may go mad. I keep "needing" to get files off of it to listen to this or that. Currently my whole life is still pretty much packed up, so I've been rotating almost exclusively four CDs I burned myself (compilations of various songs I've been enjoying for the past month) and I have little access to anything else. All my CDs are neatly packaged in such a way that sorting through them would be an incredible pain. Any MP3 files I have are inaccessable, either on my computer or burned to a CD here or there which I can actually get at, but my mother's CD drive is currently broken.

How does anyone use a computer and get past having no CD drive? It would be one thing if there were a zip drive or something similar instead, but no. Plus this mouse is highly dysfunctional and is making me a bit agitated. Today my mother was unable to view a file because she has absolutely no softwear for spreadsheets, I offered to install Works just so we could see the blammed thing (it was rather important), but then realised that of course I couldn't, since it was on CD. I then offered to temporarily install my external CD-RW drive on her computer just so we could see this blammed file. This is nonsense.

Meanwhile, I can't find anything anymore and while I'm not ordinarily the world's most organised person, this is definitely taking its toll. I pulled out my flute today (first time in a few days, this is not good) and wanted to play through something I had been working on at the end of the semester only to realise I had no idea where it was, or even where to look for it. If I had my computer, I could take it from midi format, open it in Finale and print it out again.... *obsess obsess* I need my computer.

Oh. When I started practicing, I was doing very poorly. Very airy tone. I assumed I was missing my open holes. Nope. It took me maybe so much as twenty minutes to finally figure out the flute was out of adjustment, and not that my playing had deteriorated to that point in a matter of days. Thankfully it was a quick fix. I still can't believe I assumed it was my problem, though. I guess I thought I was out of practice on flute in particular since I've been stuck with piccolo so often, especially towards the end of this semester, but... durr?

Today I trimmed mom's hedges. I'm beginning to think I should keep a running list of the tasks I'm required to do in case discussions about things like rent come up. To think what I could counter claim in terms of service for filing everything... So I spent maybe a half hour cutting her ridiculous shrubbery into pom poms. I swore to myself in the middle of it that I would never, ever own anything which required me to trim it into ball shapes. Granted this probably only nixes bushes and poodles, but still. I think I'm having one of those typical, but only in a different era, resentments of the bourgeoisie. Funny, since really I ought to be reaping the benefits as much as she is. I guess I'll find out soon enough, though, if I really am that spoiled. Huh, and with all my complaining about the computer.... yeah, who am I to think I'm not? But at least it isn't wardrobes and makeup and forty dollar haircuts and poodle-bushes. I just can't take the poodle-bushes.

Oh dear. My father asked me if I had read something. Was it my father? There's *something* I'm supposed to read. Argh. If only my memory were more consistent. Organisation would help, you say? Oh yes. Right. I'll get back to you on that in a month or so.
posted by Unknown at 3:54 PM