:: 2004 20 February :: 11.31 am
:: Mood: crushed

It's All Gone...
I ran DiskWarrior for a couple of hours, and my folder didn't turn up, so I figured it had been deleted (just as I feared.) I then ran Norton Utilities and used UnErase to trawl through deleted files. All I recovered was two lines of my media coursework which I have no other copy of, a paragraphy of my original writing coursework (thankfully my teacher has a copy of that) and a couple of story chapters I had written. I gave up trying to save image and Photoshop files, they were all corrupted or useless.

That folder had so much on it, I feel like part of me died... My computer is my life!

Endlessly, she said...

:: 2004 19 February :: 3.19 pm
:: Mood: seriously pissed off

I REALLY Hate My Life Right Now
I'm really not having much luck with computers this week. Only a few days since my precious website was deleted, something even worse has happened. My main folder on the computer has been deleted! It had my whole life on it... images, attempts at photoshop colouring, stories I'd written, music videos, and coursework. My dad claims the computer has probably lost the address of the folder, and that he'll bring home some software to sort it out. If it has been deleted, then apparently it's also possible to recover it, because the computer doesn't remove it, just sets it aside to be written over if more space is needed. The problem is, I didn't even realise it was missing until after I installed Dreamweaver and Fireworks, which are such big programmes I wouldn't be suprised if my folder has already been written over. And I do think it was deleted, rather than being lost somehow. And I also think I know who the culprit is.

That lovely little sister of mine spent all morning while I wasn't there dowloading things for The Sims onto the desktop... where my folder is kept. So I've figured that she probably picked up my folder by accident when she was deleting the folders for the downloads, and then emptied the trash can.

I can't rant any more because this is my mum's computer because I'm not allowed to switch mine on until my dad has the software to save my folder with (hopefully.)

Endlessly, she said...

:: 2004 18 February :: 9.24 pm
:: Mood: drained

I've been listening to my new AFI CD, which is very good, and I've also discovered my dad had Dreamweaver and Fireworks (professional web building programs) at his office, which I promptly borrowed and installed. Maybe I'll get my new website up and running quicker with the help of those programs (once I sort out a host.) They are good for Flash buttons and such, which is great.

Endlessly, she said...

:: 2004 18 February :: 3.35 pm
:: Mood: bored

I Hate Paper
Today I get to be my dad's office lackey, doing all the photocopying and printing ect. It's very very boring, and my hands are all dry from handling all the dry, and often hot paper striaght from the copier. I'm in the middle of making eight copies of a one hundred and ninety-six page document, loading each page into the copier seperately, then when I finish (in about twenty pages time) I'll have to separate the lot into eight identical documents. I'm really glad I'm getting paid for this.

The one upside is that I wandered around the town my dad works in at lunch and managed to pick up a birthday present for a friend and my fourth AFI album - Very Proud of Ya, which I'll be listening to later.

Endlessly, she said...

:: 2004 16 February :: 7.43 pm
:: Mood: bored

Well today has really been 'one of those days.' The loss of website and psycho rabbit, put together with the fact that my sister is singing in a performance of Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat, so my whole family is rushing about all the time, it's just all too much, and I'm worn out for the second day running. And I thought half term was suposed to be relaxing.

I'm not going to have any peace at all, since the joseph show is running until Saturday, with two performances a day, and as soon as I get my website application accepted (if I do at all) then I'll be worked to the bone setting that up. Some might say not to bother, but I put so much effort making images ect. for the site, I'm not going to let it go to waste. Besides, I like running a website..

Endlessly, she said...

:: 2004 16 February :: 5.21 pm
:: Mood: cold

Psycho Rabbit
I let my rabbit out for ten minutes, and you'd think she'd be just a little bit grateful, but no - as soon as I close the cage door on her, she goes psycho. She tries to climb up the bars, scratches at the door, runs all around her cage. And then I remember that I need to open the cage again to get her food bowl to refill... She wasn't pleased, and decided to try and chew and shove her way through my jeans. Thankfully she didn't manage to escape, and so I went inside and she tries the guilt-trip and pitiful glances. Heh... sure, that'll work on the girl who's trying to crush a great deal of her emotions into oblivion. Especially guilt.

Other than that little incident, I found myself a new web host. You have to have your application manually accepted by their staff, but at least that means it'll be a smaller, friendlier site, and I'll be able to get help more easily. I've contacted my old host demanding an explanation for their little accident' with my site, so hopefully I'll get a valid reason.

Endlessly, she said...

:: 2004 16 February :: 3.48 pm
:: Mood: shocked

I am in a state of shock. My website has been deleted! It took me hours to set up, and they've just gone and removed it without warning or explanation! I'm guessing it was accidental, but I'm still furious! I had hundreds of images uploaded, a good layout with i-frames that took days to set up, and so much work went into it!

I would really like to murder my ex-hosts right now!

Endlessly, she said...

:: 2004 15 February :: 7.08 pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: Lostprophets ~ The Fake Sound of Progress

Endlessly, she said...