Well, last night I *finally* managed to get Fedora installed on my PC, and I hope to transition over to it from now on. Also, I've installed cockbox on my iPod, so I now have the fancy ability to listen to ADXes and play games on the go. Yay!
No news on recent happenings at school, other than I wrote a little program in Turing recently.
(On another note, I am hard at work cracking the Turing SDK and I should be finished by tomorrow.
Current mood: hunted
It was enevitable.
I went downstairs for lunch, and seeing the line was too long, just nabbed the Nutrigrain, got the 50 cents (even though the thing says $1.50) and went outside. A bunch of wiggas walked by but I paid no attention.
Then I went inside, and all of a sudden:
"It's you! Oh my god!"
If you can figure out what is happening here, these are the girls who attacked me earlier (see A Close Encounter). This time, they were in my path, and there was no easy way out of it this time. So I had to talk.
Them: What's your name?
Me: Peter.
Then one of them comes up to me and hugs me. Judging by how her chest felt I swear she was taking growth hormones.
Her: Do you want to be my boyfriend?
Me: HUH!?!
The others: Let him think!
(A few minutes pass.)
The others: Well? Have you made up your mind?
(Growth Hormone Girl hugs me again.)
Me: I'll... I'll think about it.
Another one of their group shows up... lucky me.
Her: Hi! I'm Sarah! Are you Spanish?
Me: No.
Her: German?
Me: NO.
Apparently the girls can't detect the tones in my speech.
Girls: What languages do you speak?
Me: I don't speak any other languages. (This is a lie - I speak some French and Japanese. Don't ask why I do.)
(Growth Hormone Girl hugs me for what might be the 10th time)
GHG: So, have you made up your mind?
Me: I'LL THINK ABOUT IT.
I pray to God, "What have I done to deserve this? Is it because they like my eyes? Is it because I am a geek? Are they just doing this so that they can fuck me? GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
No sooner than when I prayed that a red-haired boy walked up behind the girls. The girls all jumped onto him ("Hi! <3"), leaving me COMPLETELY UNGARDED. This was the chance I was hoping for, and RAN LIKE HELL away from them. I ran up the stairs, screaming, "HELP ME!!! I'M BEING ATTACKED!" (no exaggeration) and went up to the group of girls I actually liked and told them about this. They said, "Just say you already have a girlfriend!"
I'm a fucking geek. Does it look like I do?
Anyways, now that I've run from them twice, they are most likely going to be demanding answers next time.
I hate Day 2.
What are you doing?
*twacks UF with a plank*
stop being spineless >_>
Er, probably not in daily CVS until tomorrow.
edited 3:34 PM EDT September 25, 2006
Stuff that doesn't work:
- My ATI TV tuner (Windows-only device)
- My scanner (Linux doesn't even detect it)
edited 12:44 PM EDT September 26, 2006
Dude, if I were you, I'd test the water, see if maybe there's something in it. Those girls would NOT be acting that way without some sort of outside stimulant. Maybe they're high on Mountain Dew; I know my sister (and one of her friends) can get kinda silly on the caffeine stuff.