All Prank Calls Will Result In Death

My meeting with my DRS counselor went well. It went on for two hours and everything was discussed. Looks like I have hope for this upcoming semester after all. I also have more money for the dining halls. I have to tell NIU I changed the plan.

I met my friend at the bookstore. Yes, I have some books. Not to mention, two of the classes that I need books for, I wont have to buy the books. I'm slightly excited by that. Less money to spend only makes me richer.

Lastly, I hate HATE prank phone callers. Well, at least the ones I encountered today. They were inconsiderate FUCKS... who deserve to get their faces shoved into a blender. How's that for language?! These jerks call my father's cell (it serves as his work number thanks to call forwarding) and totally play me out by saying that they needed to find a class for their son "Tom" then I ask if I can take a message. They respond with, "Tell him he's a fucking dousche who has no fucking guts, etc etc..." These fucks were talking about my father that way. I bet they don't even know him. I'm so pissed I feel like <insert R rated violence here>.  

In other news, it's time to feed Jim. Adieu till later.

Laptop Life Expectancy

Adam is over fixing my laptop. I don't know if I have any hope for it. He's currently having issues with finding a solution to the wireless port issue. Not to mention, the stupid thing is freezing up. Perhaps it's just old. I'm not going to hold my breath. Now the computer man is looking at my ceiling waiting for it to unfreeze itself. Now he's back looking at my laptop. Unfortunately, he had to restart it. Gah, I am so done with laptops. But wait~! I may be getting one for school next semester. I can stare at Adam and sill type. LOLz....

Now I must go.. he needs his litle baby... aka laptop.

What a good techie boy. Yay for a techie man. Not much muscle, bu uber handy...