Nov. 12th, 2001

A cop followed us for several blocks on the way to school. Was SCARY. We turned, he turned. We changed lanes, he changed lanes. Finally we dipped down a side street, and he looked after us for what seemed like the longest time... but he didn't follow. Whew. Call me crazy, but I think it's pretty sad when the mere sight of a cop fills you with fear even when a) you're not even the one DRIVING and b) the one who's driving isn't doing anything wrong. But that's just me.

The sibs had today off. Crazy kids and their Veteran's Days...

Norman is currently attacking the mom. She's yelling "ouch!" repeatedly. Hee hee hee... silly kitty.
napoleonherself: (borg)
XidusToo (1:41:37 PM): Kinko's is your friend.
The Jennybork (1:41:41 PM): No money.
XidusToo (1:41:55 PM): Or are, depend on the collectiveness of the noun.
XidusToo (1:41:59 PM): Money are your friend.
The Jennybork (1:42:12 PM): We are Kinko's... you will be Xeroxed and then laminated...

Crap.

Nov. 12th, 2001 02:07 pm
My printer's broken. It's been working just fine for six months or a year or however long I've had it. But now it's not working, and I have to print out about fifty pages of various stuffs this week. And the family's printer just broke last week. Um, can you say, A BIT TOO COINCIDENTAL?

I'm so screwed if I can't get it working. Kinko's cost money. No have money. Need print things. Can't print things. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

!crap.

Nov. 12th, 2001 04:28 pm
Printer appeared to just not like having its margins be less than an inch. Eh, so I won't save s'much paper. No big deal.

I also finally got the family printer semi-working, so I have a backup in case my own does decide to violently barf. It took over an hour even though it should've taken less than fifteen minutes. The boy is HORRIBLE at taking directions. I have a screenshot to back up an example of this, but he appears to have uploaded it wrong (big surprise...) so transferred to this computer it is not. Eh beh. Get around to it eventually.

Maybe I should start writing my term paper now.

The Jennybork (4:23:53 PM): I'll deal with it late.r
The Jennybork (4:23:59 PM): Mmm... late.r
[boy] (4:25:15 PM): funny,ok,byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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The Jennybork (4:25:30 PM): Extra e's rude, thanks.
[boy] (4:25:32 PM): sorry if i angered you.

Not half as sorry as you're GONNA be...
It's raining HARD.

*opens her window very wide*


Krang is a brain-creature... Brain is the mouse who wants to take over the world... I am Napoleon... coincidence? Maybe.
napoleonherself: (fuzzy)
...that when I'm depressed, people being nice to me only make me feel WORSE?

That's not me subtly hinting that I want shinies. That's me being genuinely confused. People are nice, I feel worse. Especially when they're so incredibly nice that I'm melting into a fuzzy little puddle at the same time I'm crying my idiot eyes out.

I don't get me at all.

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