Surviving the weekend
I have survived the weekend. I managed to keep my head tucked down in my books, ostensibly studying. I know I covered a lot of material, I'm just not certain how much I will retain.
I've got over 10 gig of music on the Ximeta network drive, and I streamed it all weekend. Stephanie ripped another 50 CDs on Saturday, so I'm looking forward to having an easier time finding exactly what I want to listen to, rather than sorting through a thousand CD jewel cases. I really like the Ximeta drive...it really is a brilliant concept. I love the fact that I can install it on the LAN w/o needing a server for it, and that it is so transportable (its the size of a hardback book) and can also be accessed via USB from the laptop when travelling. And it works. I am also enjoying the little flat speakers I picked up last month for $25.00. They take up so little space, and they don't reverb with my cell phone.
I had an argument with a friend on ICQ Saturday, it upset me terribly, had me feeling like I was on the edge of an anxiety attack. Its been a long time since I was so bothered by something online. I told him he picked a really fucked up day to do what he did, what with me being all melancholy over 9/11 and my mother...
Its odd, I know I'm not like a lot of other people. I don't ask much of others. I don't want much from others. I'm perfectly content not to have expectations of others, or have my happiness be dependent upon outcomes tied to others. I usually appreciate people for who they are and am not bothered by what they say or do.
But.
When its really important to me, when I really need something to happen, or stop happening, I say something. The only thing is, most poeple who know me just aren't aware of this. They don't realize how hard it is for me to ask, and so oftentimes, they don't hear me, or don't realize the importance of it, because they are used to other people asking them all the time.
So he didn't know the importance of what I was asking. And so I got my feelings very hurt, and decided that it was my error, and decided that I should just disengage from him. Fortunately for him, he figured it out and apologized. I'm glad. He has all the makings of being a good friend.
I've got over 10 gig of music on the Ximeta network drive, and I streamed it all weekend. Stephanie ripped another 50 CDs on Saturday, so I'm looking forward to having an easier time finding exactly what I want to listen to, rather than sorting through a thousand CD jewel cases. I really like the Ximeta drive...it really is a brilliant concept. I love the fact that I can install it on the LAN w/o needing a server for it, and that it is so transportable (its the size of a hardback book) and can also be accessed via USB from the laptop when travelling. And it works. I am also enjoying the little flat speakers I picked up last month for $25.00. They take up so little space, and they don't reverb with my cell phone.
I had an argument with a friend on ICQ Saturday, it upset me terribly, had me feeling like I was on the edge of an anxiety attack. Its been a long time since I was so bothered by something online. I told him he picked a really fucked up day to do what he did, what with me being all melancholy over 9/11 and my mother...
Its odd, I know I'm not like a lot of other people. I don't ask much of others. I don't want much from others. I'm perfectly content not to have expectations of others, or have my happiness be dependent upon outcomes tied to others. I usually appreciate people for who they are and am not bothered by what they say or do.
But.
When its really important to me, when I really need something to happen, or stop happening, I say something. The only thing is, most poeple who know me just aren't aware of this. They don't realize how hard it is for me to ask, and so oftentimes, they don't hear me, or don't realize the importance of it, because they are used to other people asking them all the time.
So he didn't know the importance of what I was asking. And so I got my feelings very hurt, and decided that it was my error, and decided that I should just disengage from him. Fortunately for him, he figured it out and apologized. I'm glad. He has all the makings of being a good friend.
posted by KR | 9/13/2004 12:33:00 AM
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