caithream | (no subject)

It's quite flattering to see icons that you've made and put up for others oot and aboot. And then have other people comment on the person who has that icon and say how much they love it.

Yes yes. Quite.

BUT! I am about ready to bash in my computer. So, yesterday I fully downloaded Photoshop 7.0, much to my delight. I open it up and first thing off, it didn't come with a serial number when I thought it would. Don't look at me that way. I'm not stupid. I knew it wouldn't just automatically start installing... I did think, however, that in the ReadMe there would be a number. So, I then commenced in looking online and in Kazaa for serial numbers. Finally found one that worked. Was quite happy until the thing fully installed and when I tried to run it, it tells me that Windows can't run it because it's an invalid format and the files seem corrupt. Huh. Lovely. So, to my thinking, there must be a problem with Photoshop itself when I downloaded it. I am now in the process of trying to download it again. Arg. I hope it works. Any hackers out there wanna lend a hand? I'd be much obliged. I just hate it when I can't figure things out. My pride keeps my chin up.

Edit: AAUUGGHH! I did it! Ahahaha! A $700 program for fecking free. GOD, I feel smart.

My mummy starts radiation today. No more of that God-forsaken chemo. And no more bloody cancer. Yeck. So, I was talking with her, and the thing is, almost everyone on her side of the family had breast cancer. My great-grandmother. My grandmother. My mother. Uh... me? But what's really scary is that it was always the second daughter in the family. My grandmother was the second daughter and she got it. My mom was the second daughter... not my Aunt Winnie, who is the first daughter, my mom. And Erin, my twelve year old sister, not me, is the second daughter. And I don't know what would be worse... me getting the cancer or my sister. I hate being poked and prodded with needles, I pass out with blood tests (my mum had one about every week), and I would cry day and night if I lost my hair. But it would absolutely kill me to see my sister go through that. It was worse enough with my mom... but my sister? Gah. I don't know. I really don't. But somehow I just feel like I'd be more susceptible to it than her... I don't know. But I guess I shouldn't dwell on the future, right? And everything happens for a purpose, right? Right...