Time for a rant about a program that is pivotal for my degree.
Its called MySQL which is a program for managing a database. We have to make to create, mange and write query codes for databases.
Now, I won’t go into very much detail about it, because if you don’t know about it, it will be pretty boring.
But here is the main point of my rant:
I have spent the last 2 and half hours trying to fix 4 lines of code that were 100% CORRECT! And it is totally MySQL’s fault.
The point was to write a code that shows a warning if you try to enter data in the database that dissatisfies certain conditions. Instead of getting a warning, I kept getting a message saying I had an error in the synthax of the code.
When I asked my teacher what I was doing wrong (after 2 and a half frusterating hours) he told me that my code was completely right and MySQL was having a spasm attack because I was producing the warning when it wanted to be the one to produce it.
Fucking program. That’s 2 and a half hours of my life that I’ll never get back.
I hate disappointment.
That has to be one of the worst feelings I know of. Whether I’m diasspointed in myself, people around me or in things that have(n’t) happened, it sucks.
The newest disappointment I’m facing right now is my cancelled trip to California.
It is now 2 years since the last time I was stateside.
2 years since I have had Del Taco, In n Out, Legends.
2 years since I’ve seen the majority of my family
2 years since I have seen my 3 besties in the entire world
2 years since I have had PinkBerry or ColdStone
2 years since I have been able to hear everyone around me speaking my favorite language (english)
2 years since I have felt real warmth
2 years since I’ve been able to see a movie when it comes out, and not 4 months later
2 years since I’ve been to the beach/boardwalk
2 years since I’ve been to an amusement park
2 years since I have had normal food
This feels like a repeat of my Euro Trip/Epic Fail with my cousin. We had this amazing plan for all the places we were going to travel, and it all fell through because of the stupid rules americans have when the travel abroad.
This time though, my disappointment comes in the form of exams. Two of my exams are scheduled for the week I was planning on coming back. Go fucking figure.
Why not go a little bit later you ask?
Turns out the I have two more exams right after easter vacation too. FML.
Why not take some time off school you ask?
Not even I am smart enough to be able to take 2 weeks of schools between exams and still hope to pass with good grades. And anything less than 2 weeks in the States wouldn’t be worth the money I have to dish out.
The silver lining?
2 of my besties are (hopefully) gonna find a way to come out here. Its not the same, but its definitely the next best thing. A little taste of California is better than nothing at all.
Oh, and there’s always Paris next week. At least that didn’t fall through.
I despise when this happens. You think you have everything under control. Things are going fine.
Then out of the blue its like “Sass, do this.” “Sass, do that.” “Sass, read this.” “Sass, write that.” “Sass, you have to meet me here when I say because that’s what is convenient for me, who gives a shit if you already had plans.”
All I wanted to do today was go to my lecture, read a couple chapters out of my book and work out. Now my head is spinning with everything people expect me to do.
I usually love fall. I mean who doesn’t. The air is fresh, its not too hot not too cold, there are crunchy leaves on the ground waiting to be stomped on. What’s not to love?
I’ve found out what’s not to love. When it’s snow falling out of the sky instead of leaves falling off trees. When its freezing cold, and you have yet to buy winter clothes. When it’s October 21st and it looks like Christmas outside. That’s what’s not to love.
Things have been amazingly horrible the past 2 weeks.
Problems with the apartment (mold, dampness, rats, no ventilation)
Problems with people (drama, drama, drama)
Problems with school (stress, stress, stress)
Yesterday I though everything was going to turn around. I bought my new Ipod Nano Touch, worked out for an hour and half with my roomie Tora, found out our apartment will be fixed by this weekend and basically just had an unstressful day. Until 11:31 p.m.
That’s when my external hard drive took a death plunge right off our living room table. It might not sound like a lot, but we are talking about my electronic life here people (not to mention the hard drive cost me 200 buckaroos). My music, my pictures, my movies, my shows, my programs, my school work. I’m studying computer technology, of course all my shit is on it, or I should say was on it, cause now its gone. My poor baby is broken, and there is no guarantee it can be fixed. After the big fall, I sat in shock for about 2 min before I just started crying. I’m not talking about gut wrenching sobs, just a steady flow of tears to mourn the death of my electronic life.
I need to get out of this bad luck funk, or else I’m pretty sure it will be the death of me.