I’ve gotten used to waiting for to to fifteen minutes while I connect with a server to play a game of TF2.
My dad’s gameplay observations inspired a very kind gift of audio apparatus that included a mic… incapable of audio recording. Still pretty sweet headset.
Spent all of yesterday ripping every CD to the Vista.
Not sure, but it’s my guess that it should not take more than thirty minutes to connect with a server. I’ve spent so much time waiting and shutting down the operating system when everything is unresponsive that I’ve decided to uninstall TF2. Too much hassle for so little. It was fun, but only for so long.
I can’t stand people. I can’t stand machines. I can hardly stand anything anymore. I dislike quite a lot, and I try not to hide it. I get a little distressed, and sometimes annoyed, when people assume that I’d dislike anything that I have made very clear that I do not, or that I’ve yet to display any sign of dislike towards. Everyone I find capable of tolerating, liking, loving… they don’t understand anything about me. They are so fucking sure about my mind and how it works. I don’t claim to be fully understanding, but I do allude that I try to.
“Oh, look here. Another ‘troubled’ teenager using the internet as a means of stretching his self-importance-muscle. This fag needs to get a life.”
“What’s all of this emotional bullshit? Oh, yeah… it’s everything I’ve seen every other selfish white emotional brat write about in sixty different domains.”
“This guy doesn’t make any sense. It’s one thing to type stupid shit all over the internet, and it’s another the smear this incoherent shit on its walls and doors.”
I’m so tired.
(By the way, if you do happen to read these posts regularly, which I doubt, then you should probably know that these “quotes” are from myself. The rest of you may remain ignorant of this information, should you choose to do so.)
