Oh iTunes. Oh owwwwww.

In order to (most likely temporarily) fix this dinosaur of a computer, Dad got our neighbor to update it. In the process, it was wiped. I just downloaded iTunes again today, and after a gigantic hassle in telling it to authorize my account on this computer, IT TURNS OUT MY ENTIRE DAMN LIBRARY IS GONE. What the fuck is that about!? WHAT. THE FUCK. I just checked the back-up files, and most of it isn't there, either.

This is fucking ridiculous, iTunes. Or computer. Either one. Both are fucking ridiculous. And I'm really hungry. But yeah. I'm probably stuck with this iPod configuration until Dad figures out wtf is up with this. And because I'm feeling cynical and first-world-problem-y, I'm going to guess it'll never happen. I have over 700 songs, so it shouldn't be a problem, but it's still a pain in the ass to not be able to modify them or anything like that. My only music that seems to have been backed up is the stuff from Dillion. Argh. So. Yeah. I could do what I did last time I had to move things and just plug the iPod in and transfer all the really-weirdly-titled files on it to a folder (and also go through all the trouble of renaming and organizing them), but that took forever and was also really frustrating. There are so many reasons why I hate this computer.

Maybe I'll go eat. At least that gives me one less thing to bitch about,
Andrea.

Impatience.

The GSA acceptance and rejection letters were mailed out yesterday, and most of my friends who applied have received theirs back already. So far I know of two acceptances and two rejections. If the trend in which we only have two attendees go from this county continues, I'm already fucked, but of course, living in the far reaches of the county, I don't get to know for sure until Monday.

Lauren, who decided that it is a very very bad idea to argue with the interviewer after receiving her rejection letter (although she says she doesn't care too much since she has other options. Seeing as Lauren does evvvvvverything, I don't doubt it), keeps telling me that she's sure that I made it in. BUT I DON'T KNOOOOOW.
My dad is trying to be helpful, whereas my mother... Well, um, she's not Oprah for a reason. I flipped out at her when she started talking about Colby vs Tasha (the latter made it in, whereas the former did not. I'm quite proud of Tasha, but I'm still a little sad about Colby). My mom and I both have yet to learn the general rule of "If you don't have something nice to say, then don't say anything at all." It wasn't even that bad, really, I just... I dunno. Get fiercely protective sometimes.

I AM GOING TO GO CRAZY WAITING FOR THAT LETTEEEEEER.

In other news: I had yet another weird dream last night. This one didn't involve any of the usual factors to frustrate me, but the scenes within it were all so strangely disjointed that I don't know what to think. Butbutbut STEAMPUNK THEATRE KIDS so everything is better. I also realized, thanks to Tika posting a little status about how she danced in somebody's arms last night in her dreams, that my head may be telling me that romance takes a backseat to surrealism and nudity (bolded for truth/emphasis).

OH, and somebody had a dream about ME within the past couple of weeks! However, it is not within my jurisdiction to indulge you with details. I had to do a fair amount of demanding to receive the story myself, 'cause... 'Cause...

I don't have a vague, yet plausible excuse,
Andrea! <3

Oblige me by not Actually Reading This Rant.

I think, in fancy-psychology-people terms, there should be a word for teenage-girl-specific bipolarity. Over the weekend and today, I've barely been able to spend an hour within the same mood. I started sending the anonymous llama online to calm myself down after a fight with Lauren, and that helped, but tonight I'm just... Argh.