sevenjetc: (reality)
Imagine this: 8am in the morning, I'm finally getting some much needed sleep after window and doors cleaning. She storms into my room saying that the guys wanted to move the dressers. After my explanation that the guys said 9am, not 8am, she left the room. Only to reappear from the bathroom doors with water and sponge and started to clean the already cleaned window, because it is not clean enough by her standards. After five minutes of my growling and her yelling she finally left saying: 'But don't you dare to say nobody helps you.'

Well, I'm perfectly content with the state of my windows and doors. Only the doors need the posters, but that's a minor change.

Anyway, 9am, the dressers moving - brother and sister's boyfriend were losing their nerves, because mother would stand around, telling them how to do it in the totally useless way mothers do, because she knows better.

Parents...

Jul. 20th, 2007 01:37 pm
sevenjetc: (o rly)
My Tin Dog is going to arrive on Tuesday. Therefore, my mum thinks:
1. my windows and doors have to be cleaned (who cares that the paint is so old that it comes off when cleaning), because Kate surely made a lot of plans of staring at them
2. the toilet cannot be just clean, it has to shine... well, I'm actually confident that Tin Dog is going to admire how the toilet shines instead of using it.
3. the living room has to be cleaned. It has to look as if no one actually lives there. The dust bunnies behind the tv set gotta move out. Yeah, we are going to spent hours looking BEHIND the tv instead of WATCHING it.
4. not only my room has to be neat, the insides of the dressers and drawers too. Yeah, I'm sure Kate's going to have nothing better to do with her time then checking those.

Ok, time to get back to the work...

*resumes watching the dust falling in the sunlight*
sevenjetc: (Fuck you)
Here we go again, Czech Post and their weird ways. Today we received dvd recorder. I signed the papers, took it from the Czech Post guy and went to the house. The post office closes at 5pm. So at 5:10pm dad came home and found a paper from the postwoman in the mailbox, saying that I've received a package too big to fit the mailbox...Hello? I was in this house whole day. Couldn't she just ring the bell? Anyway, now they are closed. So I won't find out who sent me a package and what it is until Friday. I hope it is a bomb timed for Wednesday from some enemy who presumed I will have it by Wednesday and it will blow up the damn office. But probably those are the damn flyers for FF which I am not going to hang anywhere. I've just realised that. And I thought that someone nice was sending me an unexpected present...I'm so naive. I feel so lousily, I got a text message from my ex-best friend. It's been almost three years since we parted, can't she leave me alone?!
sevenjetc: (mistake)
I don't have to like people only because we happen to share the same genetic material, right?



(btw any ideas for a nice funny song for a vid?)
sevenjetc: (mistake)
I woke up at 10am. First thing I did - I've reached for the lan cable and connected laptop instead of desktop and turned the laptop on. Then I took my phone and wrote classmate that I've sent her the English Literature text and if she has the Literary Studies text. Then email. I found that someone answered my post in this thread and I added my two cents. Then of course I went to SyFy portal and wrote criticizing email to the author. It was 10:22am. My bed is by the window. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and splashed my face with cold water and went to the toilet passing two rooms and three windows. 10:28am, I returned to my bed to read "The Deviant Strain" when I finally noticed...it's snowing.../sarcasm/Oh, I'm so happy about it, I love snow.../end of sarcasm/. I think I am going to sleep again, that is snow-free.
sevenjetc: (Am I)
Ok, because it is time of exams, I need to clean my mind...

a/ The Dream
I had a dream last night. Cameron and Chase were getting married on sixth floor of some posh hotel. The elevator was out of order. House, wearing tuxedo, was sitting on the chair in the reception hall and was playing with his cane, crafty smile on his face. Cuddy was out of her mind and kept on calling the elevator company and in the moments she wasn't calling them, she was threatening House that he would attend the wedding even if she had to carry him on her back the whole six floors. Wilson was sitting on the chair next to House. He was desperately trying to look serious, but kept on chuckling and exchanging amused looks with House every time Cuddy was phoning with her back towards them.


b/ The Day-dream
I have a picture in my mind. The Doctor takes Jack to see the supernova. For those who seen Doomsday - yes that supernova. For those who didn't - well, nice violet supernova. They are standing at the TARDIS door, looking at it and Jack takes Doctor's hand in his. They look at each other, realising all they lost, all the goodbyes and the ends and the things they will never have because they are both too different. Then Jack gently kisses the Doctor. They still have each other.


c/ The Hair
My hair are screwed up...I wanted a season nine Scully hairstyle and ended up with shorter version of Gwen's hairdo...I hate fringe.

d/ Fear
I am terribly afraid of the exams...my mind keeps escaping. I was sleeping Friday 3pm to Saturday noon. That is very wrong. An escape from reality...
sevenjetc: (o rly)
Well I woke up today
And my nails looked like hell
They couldn't have been that way for me
And I looked around
And I couldn't find my files
That Christmas tidied somewhere here

I wish today could be like every other day
'coz on other days there's such a mess
Everything I always see

And I started to search
Pretty soon I will file
And I think of polishing them too
'cos this has gone too far
Bloody mess my nails are
I had a sodding time at school


And also a video (not for this song or about the nails)!
sevenjetc: (amused)
How they are fighting the p2p networks now? By closing ports! Oh yes, they close all the ports you can use to access the torrents and/or emule. The result: You can not connect to your own ftp and upload your own page.

I can understand then in the dormitories, but why Lina's private connection? Oh yes, her provider closed the ports and as result, the J/C mafia bosses could not upload their own musicvideos. So I have 2GB of web space I cannot access and I can't fix the broken links and upload new index page...
sevenjetc: (reality)
Oh yes, it is true, I didn't write the bloody essay to the Theatrical Science class, because I have no idea how to and how many words and no one from the class was able to explain it to me. And I know I will get all yelled at for my Czech grammar, since my punctuation is completely off since I stopped writing commas in front of because and that. I should be there in 40 minutes, so I will try to ask the teacher to turn it in next week. I am terribly exhausted as every Monday and it is only 10:11. I think next week I will leave home on Sunday evening in order to get some sleep in the morning. I went home Saturday evening, so I couldn't actually leave yesterday, I had to do my laundry and stuff.
sevenjetc: (Way)
I was trying the Adobe Premiere Pro 1.5 tryout (see, I am nice and legal).
But everytime I try to run it - 98% CPU usage, 54MB of RAM used, but nothing happens, everytime it gets stuck at Loading Compilerwsf.prm. I checked the Adobe site for system requirements. And it should work! But it doesn't. It's irritating. It's nagging on my brain. I think I will send email to those adobe people so they can respond that I suck and I should buy new pc.

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