Thank God

itz crazy how many things can irk you in a single day. my internet has suddenly gone on strike..proceeding with the a slowness that makes me want to tear my hair out. In fact, I could possibly tear my hair out, or better still,pluck then out one by one, go for a hair weaving procedure and pluck my new hair out one by one again and still, the bar will only show three bars out of ten. I could maybe even pioneer an anti -ageing technique, write a best selling novel, live in australia for a year, win a nobel prize and come back and still the bars would be just five out of ten.
of course, considering the internet was the only thing working on my computer..i take its prehistoric style slowness as a personal insult.
earlier, the computer had decided that it would refuse to download any images from the net IN jPEG format. Well, that was ok, gifted with the incredible talent and genius that I am, i just downloaded them in gif or bitmap and converted to jpeg in paint.) See,i had to convert them to jpeg odrwise they wouldn't open in photoshop. )
The comp of course,rose gloriously to the challenge and decided it wouldn't open any downloaded images in any software. Even my genius couldn't see a way out of that one, so I resorted to using the college computers for image downloads. Of course, that meant I had to spend almost two hours travelling each day,even on holz but itz ok.. i don't have a life anyway.
Then of course, the comp had to go one step further and it decided to attack my most vulnerable spot,my photoshop. All the functions came to a grinding halt and the ones that did work, did weird things hitherto unknown to me. I think that was the day, my dad and sis had to tie me to a chair and sedate me coz they'd caught me trying to burn the comp.

but you know what,itz ok!
Thank God that the I have the time and the energy to waste my life worrying about such things. Thank God that a compz personal vendetta is what keepz me awake at night.
Thank God I have the money and the capability to catch a bus each day.
Thank God I have the wit and the brains to hold my own (even if it'z against a stupid comp)
Thank God I can give submissions and face criticismz from tutors coz my work wasnt upto the mark.
Thank God for the luxury of cribbing and crying.
Thank God for the power of imagination that helps me concoct fantastic scenarios for torturing the tutors in question.
so..
Thank God for a lot of things that I don't deserve. (including the comp)