This Is When It Got Better

Today, as aggravating as it was, was a bit of a better day compared to the rest. My mood picked up and I think in general, I was holding myself up a little more.

Monday, Tuesday… they were blurs. Oh wait… I remember part of Tuesday. JYL (I have too many JL’s to reference) and I did some quick shopping. We wanted to stop by a gothic/dark store to see if they had any riding crops (yes, for the bedroom), and surprisingly, they just happened to be sold out when we went in. We left and decided to stop by Hot Topic for some corset/bustier shopping. I was a little bummed because I picked up what I thought was my size, but the band/waist area was not tight enough for me. I did end up finding another corset in a “smaller” size that fit well, so I bought that, a “matching” pair of undies (they didn’t really match in terms of their patterns, but the colors did; I just didn’t want to wear the itty-bitty butt floss that came with the corset), and stockings. Of course, I have no real immediate need to wear these; I’ve just always wanted to have one, you know? I think they’re hot.

Today, I set up plans to go have dinner with XG and MJ. I also invited JYL to come along too. We went to Pasta Pomodoro to eat. For some reason though, I had lost my appetite, so I didn’t eat much of the pasta. I don’t know if it was my mood or the heat, but I didn’t really feel all that hungry.

It turns out that MJ and I are fine. I overthink things too often. I had forgotten that she had no internet, so she couldn’t get back to my Facebook questions; she also ran out of credits on her pay-as-you-go phone, so she couldn’t call either. I know, she could have borrowed someone’s phone or internet, but I don’t think she’s that kind of person to do so. Actually, it’s a little amusing. See, I thought that she and SS clicked really well because they were spending a lot of time together. It turns out that SS just really wanted to spend time with MJ and not always the other way around. A lot of stuff went down during the weekend in Vegas that opened MJ’s eyes as to why I choose not to actually spend time with SS outside of this apartment very often. The only time I do is for parties.

So it’s all good, all clear. MJ and I griped quite a bit about SS and we’re all done now. Well, kind of. Maybe MJ’s done, but since I still live here, I won’t be for a long time. I know, I could have a worse roommate; I’ve heard of worse stories, but this is pretty bad.

After the dinner, JYL and I headed back to my place. I wanted to set up the router before watching the movie so we could stop leeching off the neighbor, so I tried to do that. First, let me tell you the story of the router:

Thursday morning, I noticed that the router’s acting funky. It doesn’t turn off, but it acts like it’s turned off because the only light that will blink is the DMZ light (or something; I forget). It’s happened before, so no big, unplug then plug it back in. Well, it happened a few times, so I decided to contact Tech Support. They tell me the firmware needs to be upgraded, so off I go to do that. Well, in the process of doing that, the upgrade fails and due to that failure, it breaks the router. I know, go figure, right?

At that point, I’m pretty irritated. I call to fix a problem only to have them break my router. Of course, it’s Thursday afternoon and Friday was a holiday, so they couldn’t process my RMA until Monday. So they shipped late Monday night and I was able to receive two days later (today/Wednesday). Luckily, on my way to class, I saw to UPS trucks and hoped that one of them would carry my package, which he did, so I was pretty happy. Otherwise, no one would have been home to answer the door and we’d have to wait yet another day for the package.

So I get home from dinner and start trying to set it up. First, I realize that they sent me a refurbished router, which I hate receiving. Second, because they no longer produced my router model, they had to send me a different model. They listed one model number on the RMA status page, but sent a different model. At this point, I’m in no mood to send it back or dispute it; I just want it to work. However, I do want them to take note that I was sent a different model. Third, they send me a bare router; no manuals, no instructions, nothing. All I received were the hardware parts and the “RUN THIS FIRST CD.” Because I don’t want to screw anything up, I run the damned set up CD. Well, at some point, it prompts me for a password… which I don’t know. I spend about 15 minutes trying to search for it before I contact Tech Support again. After chatting with a woman who probably knew nothing about routers and what to do, she tells me that I didn’t need to run the CD in the first place. Well, shit. If they didn’t want me to run the CD then 1) why did they stick in a “RUN THIS FIRST” CD and 2) why did they put stickers over the ports that said “RUN THE CD FIRST”?

The logic these people have, I swear. Bugs the shit out of me. Anyway, so I get to work, finally. JYL and I watch our movie, P.S. I Love You, while painting our nails. I needed to paint my fingernails again because I’m headed home this weekend and my previous colors were too dark for the family. It was good spending that time with JYL. I like girl time; I don’t really get too much of it unfortunately.

Then I decide to be relatively nice (and partially to save me the trouble of having to move the router) and help figure out SS’s wireless problem. She couldn’t connect to the router and after looking around for about five minutes, realized that her system can’t handle an AES password encryption, so I had to change the router settings to WPA-TKIP. Then she couldn’t load any pages because her connection was at 1 Mbps, so another 10 minutes to sort that out. I did some Googling and found a solution; her card is a bit defective in that it can only successfully transfer data from a G-only network. Most networks are set to be mixed, in case some people have B cards, but I had to change it once more. Of course, I don’t even get a “thank you” from SS.

Oh yeah, forgot one more piece of news. So before the dinner, I stopped by SB’s apt to pick up my books that I told him to read that he never did read. It was… I don’t know. Sad, confirming, a little liberating. I was sad because MC hadn’t found a new roommate for the room, so looking at it bare was weird and trying to envision (although I shouldn’t have) all the things that had happened in that tiny room was a little depressing. It was confirming and liberating because I finally saw with my own eyes that he had moved out. At this point, whether he had moved to another place in the city, back to his parents, or to Washington, it doesn’t matter. I don’t have to see him again and I have some peace of mind that I can’t find him in that room anymore.

Anyway, tired. Long post, sorry folks. I really have to break this up by writing more often, but in my whole depressed mood, I didn’t feel like it. Good night!