I got fired

So, I will probably be around less. Hopefully. If I want to find another job

Or you can pull a Xavius and live on savings for nine months because the housing market crashed.

If that's for a CCNA then Testking is your friend That's all I used when I had to renew mine a couple years ago. (Crappy expiring Cisco exams I think I have to renew it, yet again, end of this year.)

Buying a house.

The complete lack of documentation on Python's telnetlib. Just to rub salt in the wound, the Python people suggest using Twisted for telnet stuff, and there's even less documentation there.

Reiha's new sig is not funny and way too freaking big, but I have to copy it...

But it's a cat.

With a tie.

Doesn't do anything for me, and it's still too big.

I can't believe I didn't get it until I read this post.

Damn. You're doing better than me, I didn't get it until I read your post.

Ditto

Resized And different cat! And no Kromsh, you don't have to copy it...

Edit: Oh yeah, my rant - Kromsh thinks he still needs to copy what Myndaen originally did

Irrelevant.

Annoying when your mother says, 'call me when you get home from work so I know you're safe,' and never picks up the phone or calls back after I leave a message. What was the point of me calling again?

Going two hours into the city for something very specific, getting it, then dropping it at some point as I was spending my day >.<

Meh, still had a sort of fun day.

Mother of domestic teenage nightmares!
(Seriously, unless you like tuning in to my rants, feel free to just skip past this. I just need to rant. A lot.)


This story starts with my brother. The one going through the identity crisis caused by my stalker of two years 'dating' him for two months or so just so she could weasel her way into my house and proceed to ruin my life and/or sanity. His fragile 14-year-old heart having been shattered to pieces because he got broken up with by that aforementioned stalker, he proceeds to acquire various internet girlfriends that I'd rather not know about yet have a nasty habit of eavesdropping on in various conversations.

His first new 'girlfriend' is an 11 year old girl in New Jersey. Lol wut? During this relationship he acquires a laptop and a webcam.
His second 'girlfriend', the current one, he claims to be 'engaged' to lives in Pennsylvannia (sp?). Yeah, really, he proposed over cellphone (lol) and everything. He breaks his cellphone and laptop both because he 'drops' them. Conveniently, the dropping of the cellphone seems to prevent anyone but him from accessing any data inside, and the laptop has been sitting for weeks in the repair shop. She, in a pattern that's becoming all too akin to a certain stalker, keeps having him barge into my (Er, no. Our. Our our our our our.) bedroom to ask me absolutely retarded questions for her like "DO YOU WATCH HANNAH MONTANA?". No, lady, I don't. I rarely ever will. Of course, I'm always tempted to say extremely snarky answers just to shut her up for good, but every time I just keep my mouth shut, eyes forward, until the bugger shuts up and goes away.

Since he doesn't have a computer of his own, he's using mine. He rips a good four hours of whatever time I have after school when I'm not about to pass out from tiredness to plug in his webcam, mic, Zune, etc. and spam-refresh Myspace and Myyearbook. In those four hours I'm forced to lock myself upstairs for any ounce of privacy. There's very little, in fact, because the room I lock myself in upstairs happens to be the bedroom that he and I share, so I have to deal with his mess on a daily basis. I sometimes fall asleep and he doesn't bother waking me up for my next turn on the computer (when I can actually get work done), and when my mother/stepdadthing comes home around 11PM-midnight, as far as they're concerned I've eaten dinner, gotten my turn and went off peacefully to bed. This occasionally shifts my waking schedule from 1 AM to 5PM. Which is actually a great schedule for me- that's 5 hours I have, to myself, with nobody jabbering away in the living room or looming over the shoulder and staring like a retard at the monitor. Problem? My mother, despite being married in maybe two weeks, doesn't sleep upstairs with the..stepdadthing (I really don't know what to call this guy) and sleeps on the couch here in the living room. Lightest. Sleeper. Ever.

Right. With the sibling destroying whatever productivity I get when I'm not suffering from extreme discomfort/headaches/annoyance/migraines/flavour-of-the-month, I've reflexively drawn into my isolationist stage. That's the stage where I'd like nothing more than to just turn off the lights and curl up on the couch for at least an hour without someone yelling, an explosively loud WW1 movie playing, someone blowing their nose obnoxiously loudly five feet behind me..really, you name it. Just one damn hour of peace. All the peace I get right now without having to lay eyes on an excessively annoying human being is the ten minutes between me getting home from school and my brother getting home from his school. That's it.

I get ten minutes of privacy a day, and a shared bedroom with any form of personal expression snuffed out by angst-filled emo/japanese emo crossdresser/death metal posters plastered all over the wall sticking out disgustingly long tongues with 9 trillion piercings at me in my sleep, and a cat that wakes me up at all the wrong times (and will scratch at the door FOR THE WHOLE FSKING NIGHT if I don't leave it open one bit). What else? Two parents who, despite being married in almost two weeks, fail to evoke some sort of joy in both my interactions with them (Yes, stepdadthing, school was wonderful and my education system really doesn't suck as much as people say so I learn oodles every day and yes this is the exact same scripted response I've said for the past 167 school days and counting and I guess I should make my sarcasm tags twenty times bigger tomorrow) and the prospect of having another step dad. One cat, the not annoying one, in failing health. Having a month to study for my first AP exam but never being in the correct environment or mindset to successfully do so. Three project due dates slowly drawing ever closer with me being no further prepared than I was in day one. Slowly deteriorating grades- I've gone from the smart mostly-A's some-B's student to the even C/B-mixed student that was 'pretty smart before but had something screwed up somewhere along the line'.

Give me a break, damnit. The main reason I wanted privacy to begin with was because I got a headset and a friend convinced me to get Skype because that's where he usually is logged in instead of MSN. I've got a few Achaean and Lusternian friends who'd like to talk to me at some point, but can I ever comply? At this rate, not really. (If I freak out about someone just continually passing behind me while I'm on the computer, there's no way I'm holding a conversation with a family member nearby!)


tl;dr summary:

/ANGST. LOTS.

Dude, my heart goes out to you. Seriously, no one should have to live under those conditions.

*Edit*: Have you tried putting your foot down? As in telling your little bro straight up that you have stuff you need to do?

F ing laptop graphics card failing RIGHT as I was backing up my f ing research paper and CS final project, causing a data corruption that is forcing me to completely start over on both and rendering my laptop completely unusable right before finals and making me desperately phone home and in order to get my desktop out here so I can at least redo my work. And it's a laptop, so the graphics card is oh so nicely integrated.

F

That really sucks.

Now I know why you wouldn't tell me! Sorry to hear it.