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factories and smoke
fredag, mars 01, 2002
let me tell you a story.
ahhhhhhhh
It's one o fucking am.
I'm finishing up the term paper. I made arrangements with my dad: I detached the modem from the computer and told him to hide it. This is good, it's so I wont' sign on and never finish my term paper. the entire "protect me from what I want" thing. sigggh.
so I work and drink tea and blah dee blah. so I start getting really bored and angry and stuff, because I dont' like doing this term paper thing. It's bad and I'll get a C or B+ on it. which is fine. I'm a smart kid, hey hey.
So I really get a jonesin' for the internet. hahah it's so bad! I start looking for the modem and I can't find it. honestly, I think it was more of a diversion from the paper than a need for AOL, but goddam. I didn't expect so much from my dad.
I actually had spare modems on the desk of our computer thing, but they were too short. I finally go to the basement, remove the modem from the phone down there, which is about 50 meters long and attach it.
This cord has I don't think moved for a billion years. It has all this dust stuff on it, and I have to clean it off. It was so gross! but I didnt' care, because I knew I would get online and be able to write this, write something I know about, instead of Lenin's intellect and charisma.
So then I had to plug the damn thing in. which is hard. It was pretty easy to take out, but trying to find the jack on the back of the ...."box"....is hard. I've probably had 6 or 7 cups of tea.
ahhhhhhhh.
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