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Nick Ciarochi

Sole member of Athens, Georgia indie "band" Jonny Cacophony. Songwriter, cynic, designer, bohemian hedonist. Surprisingly good with children.
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Mar 24, 2005


::: HOMEWORK-RELATED BITCHING :::

I hate doing a portfolio of final draft articles when you've lost the list of articles you're supposed to turn in, can't remember how many are due, haven't finished the first draft of one of them, and are storing them all via self-mailing when you don't even have the internet.

BUT...things are going to change. I have a jump drive now. Ahahahaha.

Of course, that's just my news writing class. I haven't started in on the other one where I still haven't managed to get a copy of the mass e-mail that contained the assignment that was due two days ago and that I still haven't even seen AAAAAND which covers a load of academic articles I don't even have anymore.

But lest we forget, I also need to do a formal written complaint about a number of items on a test in another class where I know all the concepts and have perfect attendance and study diligently and where I still managed to score a midrange C even factoring in the grading curve and I also have a major bone to pick with the formal written complaint system itself, so I'm writing a formal written complaint about that, too.

::: END HOMEWORK-RELATED BITCHING :::

Linguistics is pretty easy, though.

Nick ::: 1:57 AM ::: 0 comments

Mar 22, 2005


More info on the death of my blog:

Apparently someone used the NMI server (where I keep my stylesheet, graphics, everything for this site) to hold some file that contained corporate secrets for somebody in North Carolina. For some reason they have subsequently annihlated all ftp accounts.

Or maybe it's just me. In which case I must have been the one with the file and I am now being traced. There are probably armed security agents on their way to this location. I have to disappear. Meet me again -- you know where -- when the silent hawk crows for the sunken ocean liner.

Nick ::: 12:07 PM ::: 0 comments

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