A Trafficker in Climaxes

My hard disk died on me earlier this week. For the 30 hours that I was out of town over the weekend, an army of vicious ants marched towards my HD, killed it and then built a nest on its body. My lovely tan was welcomed with a disk read error. It wasn’t very pleasant but the corpse wasn’t my main media storage so moving on was relatively easy. What is almost-unbearable though is the lonely lull  that permeates around my room without the desktop. Even with a nice laptop and all my songs, TV shows and movies present, it still gets lonely. It’s totally not an overstatement to say how much my desktop PC gives my room life. In fact, it may be the only life this room ever had. Ha! A sad Michael Johnson song. How apt.

Stupid ants.

Another un-pleasantry that this unfortunate incident brought into my life is not having any means to monitor the songs I listen to. Ever since I (finally!) got Last.fm’s scrobbler thing installed, I can’t quite get over it. It’s the most beautiful app for someone who listens to music often and is obsessed with lists and annals (lolol i still laugh at that word. i’m so mature.) at the same time. I’ve been looking for ways to upload scrobbles from my iPod touch but all means found were in vain. The songs I can listen to on the site’s radio were also limited and my PayPal account is 2 dorrars short for the subscription. However, after badgering my friends endlessly, someone finally gave me $2 so I could subscribe to the Last.fm radio. I am now enjoying beautiful music without limits. Also, uploads by cool people from tumblr!

I hate how several days this week have become nondescript. I try to remember details but I get absorbed with learning a lot about the new job I’m in that I forget to pay attention to things that might make one day different from the other. I generally enjoy each day but nothing has been memorable. Except Monday and Tuesday and Thursday nights maybe because they were spent with teh boyfriend.

This post is so dull lol. Anyway, pictures!

I spent my weekend here. It was very, very nice.

The clutter in my room is not girly. Instead of bracelets and other accessories, I have wires. LOTS OF IT.