lol never mind
If there's one thing that I hold with unparalleled importance in my life it would probably be all of the data on my flash drive.Of what use is a flash drive to someone who has an unconquerable knack for losing things?
The last I recall of it would be using it to make stealth LS updates at 3:00 AM on Friday night / Saturday morning.
(Hmm, a deja-vu of writing this blog?
What does it meaaaan)
I went to bed at 3:45 and took it with me and put it on my desk.
Saturday afternoon was eventful. I went to the mall, several stores, a party, and my relatives' house.
I think it was in my pocket then.
So I've checked on my desk,
In all of the pockets of my shirts, jackets, pants, jeans, and hoodies, twice,
In all of my drawers, twice,
In between all of my books in my bookcase,
Amidst all the crap that fell behind the bookcase and collected there,
My closet floor, my closet shelves, my closet storage boxes, three times,
Under my bed, around my bed, behind my bed, between the mattresses that make up my bed,
Under the blanket, under my pillows, under my sheets,
I've checked the living room, the kitchen, my dad's office
My brother's living room, my brother's desk
My other brother's roommates' truck,
The car we drove to that party with,
I checked under the cushions on our sofa and couch, and inside the upholstery,
Behind all of the family photos on the hallway tables,
In my sister's laundry, in my parents' laundry,
Behind all of the drawers and desk in my room
On top of the drawers, within the piles of garbage on top of the drawers (folders, papers, boards, etc.)
In my money jar, in my wallets,
On the kitchen counters, in the pantries, the cabinets, the fridge
And I also checked the bathroom
where the hell else could it fucking beI didn't go streaking or invert myself at the mall so there's no chance it fell out then
I'm literally about to cry over this, I don't think I've ever felt so frustrated over something so petty as
losing the thousands of hours invested into one of the only things left in the world that brings you true happinessAnd yes, I said that programming makes me truly happy.
Over nearly everything else in the goddamn world. *flips a table*
LOL, wut?
Some of those roles are mixed up.his mom fits an "oriental mom" stereotype
edit: it feels like she is grinding my soul when she asks me questions.Ahahaha… hahaha…
That's not true…She's Filipino… that just means she gets to be hardassed because my childhood was better off than hers…Wait, what does my mom ask you?"Grinds into your soul," what, does she have like eye-lasers or something :Dshe is rely intimidating, you have to admit that she is
well at least she doesn't stare at people while they're sleeping right?
one guy I know's mom does that apparently…to his friends during sleepovers O_o:RAPEFACE:
My friend's Filipino and… well, it's damn near impossible to survive an encounter with his mom without egg rolls.
As in, we're over there in the basement. One person goes upstairs to use the bathroom. He comes back down with a plate full of rice, barbecue and like fifty something egg rolls.Oh heyall yesh
My mother made her own egg roll recipe and if they were widely used and eaten they could very well be the cause for all cases of obesity in americansI'm sorry, but that's like essential.That and rice.We have 370 pounds of rice at my house.That's down from over 380 last week. We're going to tear through it all before too long ;-;For the record, the Filipino friend Zhiko is referring to is me.
Oh, I feel stupid now.
CRISIS AVERTEDI'll list "wedged inside piano books that have fallen behind the drawers" on Places To Check if Flash Drive Is Missing.(how the hell did that end up there)Reading this just makes me feel like some sort of whiny bitch.Oh wait.