Total System Failure

Where to start? Well I guess I'll first say that all my projects are complete. The room is complete. All the walls are painted and the floor has been installed. All that's left is to move all of my crap back in. This is where I have had much debate with my parents. Instead of just setting my room up like it was before, I briefly mention, as an idea, that maybe I would change my bed into a loft, so I would have a more space. This was just an idea and I said it aloud briefly in front of my mother. Now my mother likes to choose what she here s from me, and took my comment as my intention. After a bit of rethinking I didn't like the idea, but it was too late for that.

My father was also very fond of the idea, so he went out and bought the extra bolts to set it up. Arguing over this was an exercise in futility. My dad just kept saying try it out for a week and then see if you want to change it. Oh my god, what am I twelve? For Christ sake I'm almost a grown man and I have to sleep in a bed three feet from the ceiling! To top off my feeling like I am being treated like I'm twelve, my mom had me parade my Optimus Prime costume around to the neighbors. What is this insanity I live with? Things keep getting stranger by the day.

That reminds me, Halloween was a complete bust for me. I put all that time into making my costume, and I didn't get to go anywhere in it. Ok, I did go to one party, but I hardly would consider it a party. It was a total waste. By the time I got to it everyone was completely trashed. Let me say party's aren't very fun, when you don't drink. I will say everyone was impressed by my costume, I'm assuming, by how they were pawing at it. Doug's girl friend/fiance was completely trashed and manages to pull off my exhaust pipe on my left arm. After five minutes of standing around in a giant cardboard Optimus suit that you can't move around in, gets tiring and quickly looses its charm. Initial shock value aside, their was nothing left for me to do except disrobe and try to mingle amongst drunk strangers. Not fun when you struggle with anxiety. Then when I decided I wanted to leave, it started to poor outside. Great now I have to pack my stuff in the rain. Packing my costume into my car in the first place was difficult enough. Damn body portion was to big to fit in without about a half hour of reposistioning it into the back seet of my tiny Ford Escort Zx2. Don't let the Zx2 part fool you, its got no power what so ever, but I digress. With the rain came cold gloomy weather. This put me into a further funk. I think I have seasonal depression. Because when I woke up Saturday I felt like crap and I didn't want to do anything. I had requested the day off work in anticipation of going out to some costume contest. My state of mind during the day put the kibosh on those plans, along with lack of my friends wanting to do anything special. You can't exactly go out in a giant robot suit by your self. Besides it takes two people to put my costume on, I cant move my arms, once the body part is on, and I can hardly walk in the damn thing. Oh ya if you were expecting pics of me in my Optimus gi, that brings me to my next part

Since my parents have been treating me like I'm twelve I decide to act like I'm twelve. With my new loft bed up,and my dresser underneath it along with my desk and computer, I decide to make the most of it, by turning it into a little fort I like to call my fortress of solitude, or den of darkness, or how about alcove of despair. I'll try to describe it as best as I can to give you a picture, since I can't post one, I'll get to that in a second. So my bed is five feet in the air, and against the wall. Underneath my dresser sticks out two inches or so leaving a about three feet of space behind it under the bed. I put a small book case I found lying around in that space. My desk is also under the bed horizontally against what would be the foot of the bed, but on the inside. This creates a small passage way about a foot wide to enter. Over the entrance I hung a towel that tucks in under my mattress, and hangs to the floor. This creates illusion when your sitting inside of being in a small claustrophobic space. I was going to say a cockpit, but whatever its my little private space. Plus, It allows for me to set my speakers up in surround sound.

Now with everything in order I was going to try my new set up out. Unfortunately things wouldn't work out in my favor. When I booted up my computer a new menu window popped up about resetting my start up. Not knowing what it was all about, I decided it was best to leave my start up as is, so I hit Ok, and then Ok again, when it told me I should restart my computer if changes were made. To be safe I decided to hit the restart button. This was a big mistake, because my computer didn't restart. The monitor just went blank, but the computer was still running. I waited for a couple of minutes thinking something would happen, but nothing, so I hit the reset button nothing, so I hit the power button, nothing. My computer didn't want to do anything that I wanted it to do. This left me with only one option, to turn it off at the power source (Dun Dun Dunn). I then waited a minute and turned it back on, this brought up the safe mode menu, which asked which way I wanted to boot up my computer. This too didn't work, because it wouldn't register my keyboard as working. Ah the hell with it I said And decide it was best to turn it off again. Once again the power button wouldn't work, so I had to turn off the power source again. I thinks its best I leave this problem to my computers creator (Dun Dun Dunn) Jon! I think it could be a virus, because my computer crashed twice today. And the other day, after a stint with Batlfield 1942 online, my color got all screwed up, my screen was all bright, and wouldn't go away even after I messed with the monitor settings. If your wondering how I am posting this, I am using my old slow hunk-o-junk computer, at least its reliable. That's why I cant post pics.

One last quick note, my old man still aint drinking, and today he took his first solid one, in over two years. Man was it a stinker, and it left stains in the bowl.