If you’ve been added by ciuna do not fret, it’s only me, and my new journal.
If you haven’t been added and think you should have been: tell me. That’s what the keyboard’s there for. If you’ve been added and don’t think you should have been: tell me.
I got my keyboard back (not the mouse though, but I do have one of those scary Wacom pads that work just fine sometimes). Now I got a million things to do, one of them has to do with Christmas Gifts, the other to make my new LJ look nice ::nods::
I don't know if I mentioned it here, but I don't have a keyboard nor a mouse for my computer anymore, which is the reason why I haven't been online in a while (yes, it is very painful). They got borrow about a week ago so that mum could be the magazine finished and sent of to the printers and what not. The CD will be off to Skåne (or wherever) on Monday (the day I graduate from Upper Secondary School - yay!) so I should have them back about then.
I'm at a friend's computer right now so I won't be able to do more than writing this and check my mail.
There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind Not state of the art, a serious state of the mind The muggers, the backstabbers, the two faced elite A menace to society, a social disease
Rape of the mind is a social disorder The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order
Watching beginnings of social decay Gloating or sneering at life's disarrey Eating away at your own self esteem Pouncing on every word that you might be saying
Rape of the mind is a social disorder The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order
Superficially smiling a shake of the hand As soon as the back is turned treachery is planned
Rape of the mind is a social disorder The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order
Watching beginnings of social decay Gloating or sneering...at life's disarrey
When every good thing's laid to waste By all the jealuosy and hate By all the acid wit and rapier lies
And every time you think you're safe And when you go to turn away You know they're sharpening all their paper knives
All in your mind All in your head Try to relate it
All in your mind All in your head Try to escape it
Without a conscience they destroy And that's thing that they enjoy They're a sickness that's in all our minds
They want to sink the ship and leave The way they laugh at you and me You know it happens all the time
All in your mind All in your head Try to relate it
All in your mind All in your head Try to escape it
The rats in the cellar you know who you are... Or do you?
I'm a bit too busy to be online, but I just wanted to say that people making computer viruses really should find themselves a nicer hobby!
Five more of my friends are without computers, and it's not all that sad because they can't get online, it's sad because they got school papers to finish.