Best Weekend Ever?
Good glaven, what a weekend this has been so far. Allow me to recap.
I've gotten my two computers into semi-working order. The desktop machine is running like a champ, I tell you what. The laptop is running, which means that I can get the important stuff backed up, reformat, and reinstall the system anew. Outstanding, and it only cost me $142.
Before my mate, the computer guy, arrived at my flat, I went to the gym, and had a most excellent workout. My running sets were as follows: 3,4,5,4,3,2 (minutes), each permeated by a one minute walk. I didn't stop running during any set, and I didn't take any more than a minute break between sets. For contrast, my running set on Wednesday was 3,3,5,3,3. Baby steps and all that.
Anyway, once I parted company with my buddy, I went and got my hair cut. Unfortunately, I said something that I probably shouldn't have said in public. When discussing financial aid at college, I made the following statement:
"I didn't qualify for any of that, my parents are white people who work for a living."
What I should have said was something like:
"Unfortunately, it wasn't even worth my trouble to fill out a financial aid application. That sort of support is generally given to minorities, and people whose families are below a certain income bracket, for one reason or another. I don't qualify on the minority part, and my parents are pretty financially secure."
What it may have sounded like to the untrained ear (including my dumbass American Government teacher from high school, who should be working as a caddy somewhere instead of shaping America's youth):
"I'm a racist who thinks that everyone else is lazy."
C'est la vie. Nobody in there, save for the barber and maybe my government teacher (I'm about thirty pounds heavier than I was in high school, with a fraction of the hair, so he may not have recognized me; I also graduated five years ago, and he's been there a long time), knew who I was, so it's probably nothing but a semi-humorous anecdote.
Once my hair was done, I came home and worked on both computers. I've deleted quite a bit off of both machines; I'll continue to delete things from the desktop machine, and I'll backup the stuff on the laptop, then reformat it and reinstall the system software.
In about an hour I'll leave for four hours of work. Then I'll come home, synchronize my clocks, and polish my dress shoes and combat boots. Not a bad end to a productive week.
This graduated stuff is alright, I tell you what. More later.
I've gotten my two computers into semi-working order. The desktop machine is running like a champ, I tell you what. The laptop is running, which means that I can get the important stuff backed up, reformat, and reinstall the system anew. Outstanding, and it only cost me $142.
Before my mate, the computer guy, arrived at my flat, I went to the gym, and had a most excellent workout. My running sets were as follows: 3,4,5,4,3,2 (minutes), each permeated by a one minute walk. I didn't stop running during any set, and I didn't take any more than a minute break between sets. For contrast, my running set on Wednesday was 3,3,5,3,3. Baby steps and all that.
Anyway, once I parted company with my buddy, I went and got my hair cut. Unfortunately, I said something that I probably shouldn't have said in public. When discussing financial aid at college, I made the following statement:
"I didn't qualify for any of that, my parents are white people who work for a living."
What I should have said was something like:
"Unfortunately, it wasn't even worth my trouble to fill out a financial aid application. That sort of support is generally given to minorities, and people whose families are below a certain income bracket, for one reason or another. I don't qualify on the minority part, and my parents are pretty financially secure."
What it may have sounded like to the untrained ear (including my dumbass American Government teacher from high school, who should be working as a caddy somewhere instead of shaping America's youth):
"I'm a racist who thinks that everyone else is lazy."
C'est la vie. Nobody in there, save for the barber and maybe my government teacher (I'm about thirty pounds heavier than I was in high school, with a fraction of the hair, so he may not have recognized me; I also graduated five years ago, and he's been there a long time), knew who I was, so it's probably nothing but a semi-humorous anecdote.
Once my hair was done, I came home and worked on both computers. I've deleted quite a bit off of both machines; I'll continue to delete things from the desktop machine, and I'll backup the stuff on the laptop, then reformat it and reinstall the system software.
In about an hour I'll leave for four hours of work. Then I'll come home, synchronize my clocks, and polish my dress shoes and combat boots. Not a bad end to a productive week.
This graduated stuff is alright, I tell you what. More later.
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