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"holy crap janet just let go." that's a little voice that has been inside of me for quite a while, but i tend to ignore it, or i do listen then my old psychotic self comes back and eats the little voice. tennis today was interesting. you know what's sick and disgusting? when your whole tennis club makes fun of you and one of the tennis instructors having a thing. yeah its pretty gross especially when the instructor is 5 years older than you. so one of the instructors made up this little rumor that i was going out with the other instructor and it gets to this really loud kid. the loud kid then shouts it out to the whole world and now everyone is evaluating every little interaction between me and the instructor and everyone finds it funny. sigh why me?!
i went to cupertino today for this college admissions meeting. it was so pointless. all i did was sit in front of a computer looking for volunteer opportunities. well okay it was alright but i thought that i was going to be a little more productive? 30 minute drive to do something i could have just done at home. what a waste of time. fortunecity's personal help center sucks. i guess it's good that they reply to your tickets in less than twenty four hours, but their responses are so freaking stupid that it makes you scream "DUH" to the stupid computer. i asked if htaccess was able to be used on their servers and they replied with Be sure to upload to the web folder and that the first page of your site is named index.html so your site is seen. uh hello? what does that have to do with anything? thanks for none of your help! ive sent 3 routed forward tickets already somebody better give me some GOOD help. i complain a lot. |
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