I'm a bit angry right now... Seething actually, I like that word. Seething.
Today has not been a good day in general. I couldn't sleep as long as I wanted to, I was running late mailing graduation announcements because of certain outside forces, I didn't eat which led to a serious headache...And did I mention PMS...I could injure several people at this very moment and feel no remorse. Let me note yet again that I am very much a feminist, and I think that PMS as an excuse to explain why women can be firm, straight forward, angry, and opinionated is bullshit but at this very moment I KNOW that PMS is very much a contributing factor in my desire to push someone down the stairs.
So anyway, I let my cousin use my computer. This happens often because her parents have a tendency to revoke those privileges every once in a while, just because...They are crazy, we all know this, there's no reason to bullshit, crazy. So in those moments I've allowed her (15 year old) to "borrow" my laptop. If I'm over she'll get on and AIM until her little heart is content. I try not to be the nosy adult but I was 15 once and I know what happens online. There have been several times when I managed to run across a conversation of her's; I once pressed the paste button a day after she used my laptop to find some questionable conversation pop up...I then had to rack my brain and confirm that the conversation was not mine, and then just to be sure, I asked the only person that I allow to talk to me in the manner of that conversation if we had ever had that conversation...We had not. In another instance, her conversations were saved in my log manager (I log everything because I'm forgetful, and then sometimes you just need evidence). So anyway, she knew about my log manager and it was cool. I discovered 2 more questionable conversations which freaked me out and then I had to go through another sort of confirmation process which ended with a telephone call and an "I need you to explain this NOW". I don't like being parental but I do have my moments.
Now that the lengthy background synopsis is complete, this is where I am. She deleted my logs. Ok that sounds fine on the outset if it weren't for two mitigating factors:
1)When I say deleted I mean EVERY SINGLE AIM LOG I HAVE ON MY COMPUTER. This still may seem a bit insignificant but when (as a college student) AIM constitutes the majority of conversation, important or not, during your day and you intentionally have those files saved for more than 6 months, having them all deleted so that a 15 year old can cover her ass WILL result in a severe state of Pissedoffedness.
2) After getting this laptop, I loaned my previous one to The Best Friend, who returned it in the same condition which she received it. Then after the Cousin's laptop died I loaned the laptop to her. After 6 months I get it back... Everything is deleted. Are you all seeing the pattern. EVERYTHING...Music, text, powerpoint, email, papers, poetry, pictures. The 18 gig hard drive went from 1% free space to 16 gigs free space... and in both 1 and 2 she didn't tell me what she'd done, I had to find out on my own, which just adds to the pissedoffedness.
In trying to calm down I had my mother give me some BS about not being upset, something I'm really too upset to hear at the moment so I'll move on. My head is now killing me, I've tried two file recovery program demos which tell me which files I can recover but won't allow me to recover any of them. I really don't think I need to pay for the complete program... I hate demos. And in the midst of this interesting situation, while talking to UMass Mike(friend from UMass) I realized that of all the files I am actually allowed to recover, in the event that I pay for the complete program, the only person of everyone I've talked to in the last 2 years whose files will not recover is HIM. Oh yes, HIM. UMass Mike agrees that this is quite ironic and possibly a sign.
Is the universe sending me a sign by having my cousin delete my computer files. Hell, probably. And if that is true that means that not only has HE brought his own personal hassle to my life but he has also indirectly caused my computer files to be deleted all for the purpose of sending me some sign from the universe. He can fuck with my emotions but I draw the line when he fucks with Noel (the Laptop...I name random things).
The shit is OVA!
In other news, Cousin I'm sorry I screamed at you, but I could still kick your ass.
**fIreFly**
Today has not been a good day in general. I couldn't sleep as long as I wanted to, I was running late mailing graduation announcements because of certain outside forces, I didn't eat which led to a serious headache...And did I mention PMS...I could injure several people at this very moment and feel no remorse. Let me note yet again that I am very much a feminist, and I think that PMS as an excuse to explain why women can be firm, straight forward, angry, and opinionated is bullshit but at this very moment I KNOW that PMS is very much a contributing factor in my desire to push someone down the stairs.
So anyway, I let my cousin use my computer. This happens often because her parents have a tendency to revoke those privileges every once in a while, just because...They are crazy, we all know this, there's no reason to bullshit, crazy. So in those moments I've allowed her (15 year old) to "borrow" my laptop. If I'm over she'll get on and AIM until her little heart is content. I try not to be the nosy adult but I was 15 once and I know what happens online. There have been several times when I managed to run across a conversation of her's; I once pressed the paste button a day after she used my laptop to find some questionable conversation pop up...I then had to rack my brain and confirm that the conversation was not mine, and then just to be sure, I asked the only person that I allow to talk to me in the manner of that conversation if we had ever had that conversation...We had not. In another instance, her conversations were saved in my log manager (I log everything because I'm forgetful, and then sometimes you just need evidence). So anyway, she knew about my log manager and it was cool. I discovered 2 more questionable conversations which freaked me out and then I had to go through another sort of confirmation process which ended with a telephone call and an "I need you to explain this NOW". I don't like being parental but I do have my moments.
Now that the lengthy background synopsis is complete, this is where I am. She deleted my logs. Ok that sounds fine on the outset if it weren't for two mitigating factors:
1)When I say deleted I mean EVERY SINGLE AIM LOG I HAVE ON MY COMPUTER. This still may seem a bit insignificant but when (as a college student) AIM constitutes the majority of conversation, important or not, during your day and you intentionally have those files saved for more than 6 months, having them all deleted so that a 15 year old can cover her ass WILL result in a severe state of Pissedoffedness.
2) After getting this laptop, I loaned my previous one to The Best Friend, who returned it in the same condition which she received it. Then after the Cousin's laptop died I loaned the laptop to her. After 6 months I get it back... Everything is deleted. Are you all seeing the pattern. EVERYTHING...Music, text, powerpoint, email, papers, poetry, pictures. The 18 gig hard drive went from 1% free space to 16 gigs free space... and in both 1 and 2 she didn't tell me what she'd done, I had to find out on my own, which just adds to the pissedoffedness.
In trying to calm down I had my mother give me some BS about not being upset, something I'm really too upset to hear at the moment so I'll move on. My head is now killing me, I've tried two file recovery program demos which tell me which files I can recover but won't allow me to recover any of them. I really don't think I need to pay for the complete program... I hate demos. And in the midst of this interesting situation, while talking to UMass Mike(friend from UMass) I realized that of all the files I am actually allowed to recover, in the event that I pay for the complete program, the only person of everyone I've talked to in the last 2 years whose files will not recover is HIM. Oh yes, HIM. UMass Mike agrees that this is quite ironic and possibly a sign.
Is the universe sending me a sign by having my cousin delete my computer files. Hell, probably. And if that is true that means that not only has HE brought his own personal hassle to my life but he has also indirectly caused my computer files to be deleted all for the purpose of sending me some sign from the universe. He can fuck with my emotions but I draw the line when he fucks with Noel (the Laptop...I name random things).
The shit is OVA!
In other news, Cousin I'm sorry I screamed at you, but I could still kick your ass.
**fIreFly**
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