OH MY FUCKING GOD MY MOM IS A MORONIC MONKEY.

I go on the computer for the first time since last Friday, right? Lorraine told me that she sent me more pictures from her birthday and crap, and I wanted to check them out. I look at the first picture, decide to save it and guess what?

.....

ALL OF MY FOLDERS WERE GONE.

Holy shit. Do you know how many websites I have on that one folder alone? Fucking. I had my future Blogger layouts there, too. FUCKING. I spent weeks and months on those websites and layouts and graphics that asfkdhalis ahg kh sdfj ksadfh aksdf s HOLY SHIT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW FRUSTRATED I WAS.

After a while of searching through everything, my mom gets home. I started FREAKING out and demanded where my folders are. She says that she doesn't know where it was, and later claimed that she was just trying to organize my favorites on Yahoo. HOLY SHIT?!?!??! How can you delete folders just by organizing your INTERNET FAVORITES? Oh my fucking god. She kept telling me to look at the Recycled folder, but fucking nothing was there. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE MORONIC MONKEY DID NEXT? She tried looking for my folders from the Add/Remove program. Oh my God, how much more ignorant can you get?

I started getting even more frustrated and started crying a little. She then told me that she didn't want to see my face and that she was tired, so I STOMPED downstairs. She SLAMMED the door behind me. Shit. I started throwing a fit downstairs... started throwing pillows, slamming drawers, throwing capri suns and punching the couch. I started to calm down a little when I heard my mom going down the stairs. She told me to finish putting away the fucking groceries and I did. Then, I stomped back upstairs and tried looking for relief online. I also tried a program that Aaron gave me that recovers deleted stuff, but that was frustrating me so I quit. I then found some progs online, but I had to buy it in order to restore ANYTHING over 10kb. Then, some guy that I just met today gave me a prog that I tried, but since I still have Windows 98, it didn't work so yeah. More frustration. I feel kind of bad because some guy from MSN messenger messeged me at the fucking wrong time and even though he didn't do anything to piss me off [yet] I was a total bitch to him. Bah.

Session Start (MSN - Fiend ¬_¬:i_dig_garbage@hotmail.com): Mon Mar 03 22:14:30 2003
Guzzles McTipsy: Hello
Fiend ¬_¬: Hello..
Fiend ¬_¬: Who are you?
Guzzles McTipsy: I live neer you, I looked up people on MSN who live in the area
You were on the list
Guzzles McTipsy: My name is Chris
Fiend ¬_¬: heh
Fiend ¬_¬: I see.
Guzzles McTipsy: Yes
Guzzles McTipsy: I could not help notice your radiance so i thought I should drop a line
Guzzles McTipsy: or something to that effect
Fiend ¬_¬: My radiance?
Fiend ¬_¬: Uhh, okay.
Fiend ¬_¬: This really isn't a good time to talk to me right now, FOR I AM VERY PISSED AT NUMEROUS THINGS.
Guzzles McTipsy: Well, all is well
Guzzles McTipsy: radiance...yes
Guzzles McTipsy: Beauty
a Lustrious quality
its a compliment
Guzzles McTipsy: THANGS meaning inanomit objects which have no ability to aquire hate and no reason to receive it
Guzzles McTipsy: hasta luago sinora
*** Users currently in conversation:
*** i_dig_garbage@hotmail.com
Guzzles McTipsy: You still all pissy?
Fiend ¬_¬: Well, my mother deleted ALL OF MY FILES in which contained all of my graphics that I had done over the years, along with old and NEW website layouts.
Fiend ¬_¬: So it's understandable that I am pissed off.
Guzzles McTipsy: yes, it is
Guzzles McTipsy: that sucks
Guzzles McTipsy: luckaly I have my own computer
Fiend ¬_¬: And I am right now, being frustrated over all of these file recovery programs that suck like shit.
Guzzles McTipsy: so i do not have those worries
Fiend ¬_¬: So yes, I DON'T' WANT TO TALK RIGHT NOW.
Fiend ¬_¬: Later.

I am such a bitch. But I got a little more ticked when he messeged me and said, "You still all pissy?". THAT'S NOT REALLY SOMETHING THAT YOU SHOULD SAY SOMEONE WHEN THEY HAVE MADE IT CLEAR THAT THEY ARE PISSED OFF, IT ONLY MAKES THEM MORE BITTER THAT YOU HAVE TO FUCKING REMIND THEM. I already knew I was fucking pissed off, okay? God.

But yeah. Talking to Aaron, Lorraine, Ryan and this new [other] person that I met from MSN started calming me down. I guess I'm going to have to forget about those important fucking mcfiggy files. I'm stil bitter, but I'm going to have to fucking get over it or else I'll step into another level of insanity, which might get me into a one-way ticket to a mental hospital. Bah.