aintbroke | Notes on Oranges and other Points of Intrest

Thou shalt NOT loose thy pocketknife, for thy need shall be dire.
Having not held holy the previous commandment, Thou shalt NOT attempt to cut an orange with a butter knife.
Thou art a FOOL for using thy desk as a cutting board.
Thou must NEVER forget that oranges (possessed as they are by forces of evil) shall fling their juices verily to the heavens.
Thou hast brought all thy misery upon thyself.

So I thought to myself, "I am coming down with the dorm flu- I should eat an orange! Then the powers of Vitamin C will be fighting for truth, justice and the American Way by my side!" I forgot many things, but the amount of orange juice on my computer monitor, tablet, telephone and printer shall serve as a powerful reminder, that although my desk is a flat surface like a table, it is not a table.

In other scintillating news: I must reformat my computer. A system wipe; clear the slate and start again. This would be far less traumatizing if my CD burner was working, and I could save all my precious-but-dorky junk. My music! My fonts! My Photoshop brushes! My pirated software! My perfectly-legal-software-downloads-from-companies-that-no-longer-exist! (Man, if I have to go back to using Windows Media Player, I will not be a happy aardvark. Nosirreebob.) Also, I will have to find a way to save Photoshop. Without Photoshop, I might as well not have a computer. (Oh yes, melodramatic and angsty!ridiculous, but this is Photoshop we're talking about!)

Basically, my point was that I will not be around this weekend. (I was going climbing. Now I am reformatting my computer. The result is the same.)

The gender genie tells me I'm probably female, which is amusing. On a few levels. LJVoyager is more fun than is healthy, although I'm sure this is not news.

I think, perhaps in the future, I should post more than once a week, if only because the posts seem to get lengthy when I don’t. I understand that my life is both thrilling and fascinating, so I’ll try and keep closer abreast.

SPEAKING OF BREASTS. (Which I wasn’t, but whatever.) Alli, there are people out there who think we are dating. I heard this crazy random rumor filled story that reminded me of those months I spent in highschool. Er. We aren’t right? I mean, I would have heard about it if I were having some crazy lesbian art affair, wouldn’t I?