My brother recommended a program, so I installed it. Ever since, I've been getting pop-up ads. I deleted the programs, but I still get the ads, and don't know what to do. It's actually quite a hassle, because when they pop up at a time I'm using a full-screen program; it closes it automatically. Well, it minimizes it; but still, it throws me right off. Especially if it's NFSW and I'm going full speed ahead, doing a race or whatever. Bam! Into a wall. And then I need to press Control+Alt+Delete, because the ad wants to install something and it starts it automatically. On top of that, it doesn't let you cancel the task. It lets you click the X all you want, but nothing happens. So I just start Task Manager and forcefully remove it from my desktop. A real pain, definitely. I'm probably going to have to delete everything and do a complete reinstall because of that one program, which I didn't even really get to use.
Damn ads. Fine. I just hope my progress can be saved this time...I need to find some blank CDs so I can back up my files.
Hah! Gold! When I wrote that, an ad popped up saying I had to back up my files. Pure gold!
In eight hours, give or take a few minutes - to a half hour - I will be getting a license. Oh, don't worry, world...It's not a driver's license! It's just going to be a license to fish. Yes, I will be going fishing. Descaling, gutting, pulling their ovaries from their mouths - it should be a riot. Except...I'm not sure it's such a good idea anymore. Last time I was anywhere near a fire; I got a hot coal in my eye! I should be blind, but I guess I am luckier than I always claim to be. So now I'm going fishing, without the intent of cooking it for myself. I don't see the point, but if anything, the experience could be fun...if not totally nauseating. I just hope I don't gag!
But, it's not like I'm going fishing right away. I just intend on getting the license and then returning to my womancave where I belong. Out there all I can do is eat, work, rest a bit, be teased, listen to stories that bore me, be told about conversations that are none of my business, and hear yet more stories that simply gross me out. And in here, I can do whatever I please! Sleep, watch movies, play games, talk to people, find new people to talk to when the old ones start annoying me. Basically I have the entire world at my disposal in here; and because it's all over the Internet, I can't even be too hurt when a friendship fails. It's not like I knew the person, got too close, and had him actually reach into my chest and break my heart. Nah, they just say some mean words that are supposed to affect me the same way, and then sign off. It's actually funny, in a sense. But then again, I laughed when Lori died in The Walking Dead. I laughed when what's-his-face in Resurrection lost what's-her-name. So maybe I'm the mean one!
My cravings are acting up again. It's so bizarre. I've been craving spicy foods, hot sauce, things I cannot stand. My current craving, which I think I will satisfy tomorrow, is vanilla pudding with graham crackers. Sounds tasty!
Well, the night is no longer young and my head is pounding. It feels like somebody hollowed it out with a carving knife, and set up train tracks; and a bunch of trains are passing through blowing their whistles. Owww. So I'm going to bed now...'Bye.
Damn ads. Fine. I just hope my progress can be saved this time...I need to find some blank CDs so I can back up my files.
Hah! Gold! When I wrote that, an ad popped up saying I had to back up my files. Pure gold!
In eight hours, give or take a few minutes - to a half hour - I will be getting a license. Oh, don't worry, world...It's not a driver's license! It's just going to be a license to fish. Yes, I will be going fishing. Descaling, gutting, pulling their ovaries from their mouths - it should be a riot. Except...I'm not sure it's such a good idea anymore. Last time I was anywhere near a fire; I got a hot coal in my eye! I should be blind, but I guess I am luckier than I always claim to be. So now I'm going fishing, without the intent of cooking it for myself. I don't see the point, but if anything, the experience could be fun...if not totally nauseating. I just hope I don't gag!
But, it's not like I'm going fishing right away. I just intend on getting the license and then returning to my womancave where I belong. Out there all I can do is eat, work, rest a bit, be teased, listen to stories that bore me, be told about conversations that are none of my business, and hear yet more stories that simply gross me out. And in here, I can do whatever I please! Sleep, watch movies, play games, talk to people, find new people to talk to when the old ones start annoying me. Basically I have the entire world at my disposal in here; and because it's all over the Internet, I can't even be too hurt when a friendship fails. It's not like I knew the person, got too close, and had him actually reach into my chest and break my heart. Nah, they just say some mean words that are supposed to affect me the same way, and then sign off. It's actually funny, in a sense. But then again, I laughed when Lori died in The Walking Dead. I laughed when what's-his-face in Resurrection lost what's-her-name. So maybe I'm the mean one!
My cravings are acting up again. It's so bizarre. I've been craving spicy foods, hot sauce, things I cannot stand. My current craving, which I think I will satisfy tomorrow, is vanilla pudding with graham crackers. Sounds tasty!
Well, the night is no longer young and my head is pounding. It feels like somebody hollowed it out with a carving knife, and set up train tracks; and a bunch of trains are passing through blowing their whistles. Owww. So I'm going to bed now...'Bye.
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