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commotiocordis) wrote2006-10-25 04:21 am
commotiocordis) wrote2006-10-25 04:21 am
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Ha. *Is done*
Evaluation-wise, this lab actually isn't half bad, IMO. Though the teacher will undoubtedly find something to whine about because she doesn't like me. Oh well. I like it. I think I did a good job. Yay.
And there's about 5 characters worth of computer garble at the top left of one of the pages that I just printed (I don't think that the garble just printed, though, it's probably from sometime when the printer was being dumb and it would have been stupid to throw away the page just for 5 characters). We're going to ignore it. Because I don't care at all. I used to print everything on the back of old letterhead from a business that my dad and maternal grandparents had out of our basement. They worked with orthodontics. Twas back when people weren't commonly using computers in teeth stuff, and so we were like the only people that did this, which was cool. We made computer models of the teeth so the dentist/orthodontist types could see the bad parts where they weren't lining up right and such. I say 'we' because even though I was little, I got to help by scanning in the plaster models of the teeth so the computer could do its thing. I use the binders from the old training manuals that taught the orthodontists what to do with their computer representations for school stuff too. But we're almost completely out of the paper, which sort of makes me sad, because that was the background for every paper and story and everything I ever printed out for years.
Edit: And whoever put the paper in the printer loses. Because it's scrap paper from the company intermixed with printing error sheets (probably also from the company) and they put it in upside down so the scrap side gets printed over and you can't read the words. Must reprint. Curses.
Anyway. Sidetracked. Bed. That's what I was doing. Leaving. Now. Though I don't know how much point there is in going to bed for less than 2 hours. Still going to go. Though it's going to make getting up even more hellacious than it already is because not only is my bed is warm and the air freezing (literally), I'll have to interrupt the sleepage.
Evaluation-wise, this lab actually isn't half bad, IMO. Though the teacher will undoubtedly find something to whine about because she doesn't like me. Oh well. I like it. I think I did a good job. Yay.
And there's about 5 characters worth of computer garble at the top left of one of the pages that I just printed (I don't think that the garble just printed, though, it's probably from sometime when the printer was being dumb and it would have been stupid to throw away the page just for 5 characters). We're going to ignore it. Because I don't care at all. I used to print everything on the back of old letterhead from a business that my dad and maternal grandparents had out of our basement. They worked with orthodontics. Twas back when people weren't commonly using computers in teeth stuff, and so we were like the only people that did this, which was cool. We made computer models of the teeth so the dentist/orthodontist types could see the bad parts where they weren't lining up right and such. I say 'we' because even though I was little, I got to help by scanning in the plaster models of the teeth so the computer could do its thing. I use the binders from the old training manuals that taught the orthodontists what to do with their computer representations for school stuff too. But we're almost completely out of the paper, which sort of makes me sad, because that was the background for every paper and story and everything I ever printed out for years.
Edit: And whoever put the paper in the printer loses. Because it's scrap paper from the company intermixed with printing error sheets (probably also from the company) and they put it in upside down so the scrap side gets printed over and you can't read the words. Must reprint. Curses.
Anyway. Sidetracked. Bed. That's what I was doing. Leaving. Now. Though I don't know how much point there is in going to bed for less than 2 hours. Still going to go. Though it's going to make getting up even more hellacious than it already is because not only is my bed is warm and the air freezing (literally), I'll have to interrupt the sleepage.
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Though I don't know how much point there is in going to bed for less than 2 hours
I would be rather conflicted if I were in your situation. Because, yes, there doesn't seem to be much point in going to bed for 2 hours. But then, I'd be very tired, and 2 hours is better than nothing, and I'd never make it through the day after having no sleep whatsoever.
It's odd talking about going to sleep and getting up for school etc. when I only got home a little over two hours ago. *stares in wonder*
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