Okay, this is going to be a stupid thing to admit, but I just wasted an hour of my life. I was waiting for the NameCheap trivia question which never came, so I was refreshing the page for pretty much a whole hour.

Stuff that.

So, I have a tag to do, but I wanted to leave that till the end and at least write about something. I got pretty bored one day when I was eating my dinner. As a child, I took such a long time to eat my dinner. I took over an hour. I can’t remember why, but I don’t think I enjoyed eating vegetables.

As many children don’t. My mum brought me up on a healthy diet. For years she made me healthy sandwiches of lettuce and ham. She didn’t even put cheese. She gave me an apple every day. And when I had a high cholesterol she decided to take all my money and not let me buy food at school.

I hated the ham and silverside she gave me. (Silverside is basically beef.) I loved roasted beef, but psh—to me, silverside was just gross. I think I had a pretty small stomach back then (and I still do now), because I had huge trouble trying to finish one sandwich.

But, my mum was great. Many parents probably spoil their children at least a bit. I think the only thing my parents spoiled me with was with a few toys on my birthdays (generally quite expensive).

So back to the food thing. My mum barely gave me candy/lollies. I think that’s awfully weird considering how much I eat now. I am a horrible splurger on money. Ah, I think we have all changed a lot since we were little, and completely different to how our parents wanted us.

I got tagged by Jaymie. It’s a handwriting tag—pretty cool.

These are the instructions:

• Write your NAME, WEBSITE NAME, and @TWITTER USERNAME
• Don’t number this one, just write it under 1! (http://yoursiteurlhere)
• Righty (right-handed), Lefty (left-handed), or Both
• Birthday (you can put the year, but you don’t have to!)
• Your favorite color
• Write out the sentence, “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”
• Tag 5 people in this form: Name, Site Name (http://siteurl)

Click the image below to make it bigger and see the whole tag.

I tagged Cozza, Pam, Heather, Rachel and Jorja. Don’t feel left out if you weren’t included; you may do this tag anyway.

I would really appreciate it if you guys would click for me at So-Pink. I don’t think I pester and bother you guys (enough) to click for me, but if you do, I would really appreciate it.

So, in news relating to my last blog—namely the loser Darren Kent on Twitter, who got mad at me and insulted me simply because I won a few domains.

It turns out that he didn’t even have a NameCheap account, which you need in order to participate. Bahahahahha. That is really fail.

I’m afraid I don’t really have much to say. I’ve been quite lazy at home.

Today I had really bad stomach cramps so I was hobbling around most of the day doing nothing. I took a nap in the afternoon though, and had some hot chocolate, and felt much better.

I don’t think I have mentioned this but o1s.net has a new layout! I’m trying to make one for Heartdrops that looks similar, but it isn’t working. So far I’ve tried a couple of layouts for Heartdrops, but I can’t get my head around how weird they look. Considering I did the CSS for o1s in about five minutes, this is definitely a fail.

I think I may have a funny story to tell. Here goes.

The other day I was sitting at my computer, as usual. It was nearly lunchtime and I’d already put out the washing. My mum had gone to work, so I was at home with my dad.

Usually my dad goes on the computer or sleeps. He works night shift so he’s at home during the day.

I was pretty sure my dad was in the house. Not at the computer, but possibly reading his newspaper, maybe in my parents’ bedroom or in the lounge room. If he was at the computer I would be able to hear his typing, as his computer is in the room next to mine.

I’d opened the window to allow fresh air to come in. I was bopping along to some Armor For Sleep music, when all of a sudden I heard the sounds of water, seeming to come from outside.

I assumed it was my dad washing something; he might have gone out to clean a computer part or whatever.

When the splashing sounds continued, I frowned and hopped out of my seat to investigate. I walked over to my window and peered outside.

At the end of the brick wall by the pot plants, our green rainwater bucket, which we use to collect water from the shed gutter to avoid flooding, was being emptied by a small bird jumping and flapping its wings up and down as it sat inside the bucket.

A bird, washing itself in our rainwater bucket.

What the hell.

I got my camera, but as I walked to the window again, the bird had disappeared.

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I’m so hip, I have trouble seeing over my own pelvis.

Sure. So, I figured, since it’s most likely that I’ll be converting to WordPress sometime soon, I can blog about whatever I want, along the lines of beer, alcohol, porn, naked people, and idiots.

Just kidding.

I’ll stay on the idiots path though. This idiot called Darren Kent—essentially some 26-year-old doofus who’s acting like he’s two—decided to start a fight with me on Twitter simply because I won a few domains on the NameCheap Twitter trivia contest.

He proceeded to call me a bitch, and then decided to follow me. Loser much?

Following that, and after supporting my dear friend Emmie and attempting to create a trending topic, this particular “Darren Kent” decided to call me an Asian spammer and make other racist and crude remarks.

Including calling me a whore, after saying he thought I was nice. Make up your mind, loser!

So in the event that I just happen to have more friends than he does, James and Lilian and my other followers came to my rescue and started to retweet the instance of this idiot being quite an… idiot.

Cough. In the end, the loser “unfollowed” me. He couldn’t stand to see all my friends replying to him and insulting him. Psh. I win.

I can’t stand racist people. Resorting to racism is just extremely rude, pathetic, and disgusting, not to mention very disrespectful and mean.

Really, if you must insult people, it’s completely sad to resort to racism. It’s hard to not be upset by racist remarks, but most people say it without thinking anyway. Especially online. It’s so hard not to insult someone back as well. I try not to swear at all, even if it’s just a little word like ‘bitch’ or ‘idiot’… anything.

I used to use big words to insult people, or random words—you zarking frood. (From the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy book series. )

People like that are just not worth your time. Asdfgh.

I haven’t had the chance to do much to the site today, or even reply to all of my comments; sorry! I promise I will do them soon. As I mentioned WordPress earlier, it’s very likely I will be converting. I’ll keep my blogs on my computer; maybe bring some back as articles or even re-blog the topics.

I’m sure you won’t notice… right?

Take care guys. If you bump into that loser along your way, just disregard him as if he weren’t there.

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Yay! It’s James’s and my 16 month anniversary today. I love the fifth of every month. It makes me feel happy. Right now I miss James though…

I’m on holiday now. Honestly… I hate it already. I can picture a boring seven weeks at home, doing nothing. I wish I had my textbooks for next semester so I could read something. Even some e-readings to read. It’s a bit sad. I don’t have any exams either. I hope next semester is filled with a challenge—I plan to be more organised and everything.

The remote control. I hate it so much. It causes riot in just about every house. Someone wants to switch the channel to watch a different program, and they immediately reach for the remote control. It’s like a god or something.

Our remote control is extremely retarded. Ever since my dad replaced the batteries a while ago, it has been playing up and doing weird things including the following:

• We press the number 9 for channel nine, and the volume goes up.
• We press the number 6 for channel six, and the volume goes up.
• We press the volume up button once, and it turns up all the way to 63 (the maximum).

I am most annoyed when someone wants to change the channel, or turn up the volume, in a hurry. “Where’s the remote control?”

I search everywhere for it. On the tables, under the blankets and cushions, on the floor… sometimes it appears in the most ridiculous of places, like the bathroom. What on earth? Ah, see. The remote control is like a god. Look at what it makes people do.

My dad can’t surf. He isn’t one to even enjoy swimming or the beach. But with this god remote control, boy can he surf. He goes from channel to channel, watching different things at the same time. It’s crazy. He goes back and forth from one channel to another. It’s just too bad that two of his favourite game shows are on at the same time on different channels, right?

I hate it when people channel surf. It gets on my nerves. You can’t really watch two things at once. What’s wrong with taping the other one? It seems though, that in our household, we resort to turning on the other, more inferior, television. Two televisions on at the one time really hurts my ears.

My brother and I used to fight over who was watching what. Then one of us turned on the other television. The “other television” is only supposed to be used for the PlayStation and our other game consoles. Looks like it’s acting as a spare television too.

I barely watch television anymore. I don’t see anything interesting on—I usually watch it to see the news or weather, or randomly during dinner when something interesting comes on.

I added a list to Aquapheric of things to do this month. It’s all site work, and hopefully I will get it done. I figured I will start with my other domains, as they’re small, and then work my way up to Heartdrops.

I have also considered WordPress. I figured out how to place a post on a regular HTML/PHP page. I am thinking of converting part of my website as well as my blog, but I won’t convert all my pages. I’m most concerned about my FanUpdate entries which I already have. I would hate to start afresh. I know I can keep my blogs, but it just doesn’t feel the same. WordPress also can’t convert FanUpdate entries. I’m really going to miss all my entries and comments that are already here.

Anyway, I’ve been rambling. I’ll end blog here.

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I’m thinking of converting to WordPress. Okay, big step in this little world. The reason is that I would like to have a nicer set out blog, and have it organised in a nicer manner, with “nice” links to my posts, and with comments that don’t cut off, disappear or be nasty.

As for converting my pages I am unsure. I would like to enable commenting on other pages but I would hate to convert all my pages and have all the URLs to pages change.

Who knows; it may be the change I need.

From what? Well, from owning Heartdrops for almost frigging nine months—it’s a scary thought. I was even considering moving along to another domain—”hey, what are you thinking?”—someone had asked me. I’m just thinking of a change. So I’m still in the middle of a revamp, and my pages are completely stuffed; not to mention I am slightly sick of this layout already. So, ideas? Shall I switch to WordPress? I don’t want to become too dependent on it.

Also, I have to fix up all my other websites and things. I also have two more domains to open—a hosting site, and a website of my drawings and scribbles. Surely they won’t be very popular to begin with but I’m sure some artists or creative ones out there would like to see my work? I kind of gave up on DeviantArt.

I just finished my post-face analysis for my radio script. And what a relief; it’s the last assignment I have for this semester, meaning I have a break pretty soon.

I saw my ex-boyfriend at the station the other day. Turd. No, really. Sometimes I wonder about people and their exes. Do you guys talk to them? Because I know it’s a bit wrong to be close to them when you have a new love in your life.

My ex-boyfriend finally got taller. He used to be a lot shorter than me and obviously people would laugh at us. I wouldn’t say I hate him or anything. But, he is really insensitive and practically holds no feeling. When I tell him things, about even things he likes slightly, he hardly gives a damn.

It seems that he, like a lot of other annoying people, only ask when they want something. I’m probably making a big assumption here. But we barely talk like we used to. We’re like really old friends who don’t really talk. But who are close on some scale.

Bleh. Moving along; thought I’d share a photo of James and I, which I stuck on my photoblog anyway:

I love how he does that winking eye thing, damnit!

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I’m not a whiz. People think I am a whiz at FanUpdate; I’m not. Often people come and ask me for help and tell me their crazy error. In the end, I end up saying, “Repair your database”.

Which was always the final resort for me. In cases where it did not work, I shook the thought, as the error was not so big.

Yesterday I came across a stupid error that I cannot fix. I contacted my host Kya, and she went and looked for the problem—there are a few weird problems. Being the impatient person I am, I couldn’t stand logging in every time I want to view a different page in my FanUpdate panel, and seeing lines of red warnings/errors welcome me.

Unfortunately, I lost about fifteen comments from the previous blog, because of the database error. What makes me feel bad is that I love returning all my comments and I appreciate them so much—and now a bunch of them are gone. I apologise to those who did leave comments that disappeared.

As a result of my databases being really stupid, I was really upset about it and tried so hard to fix it my own way, selfishly, that I spent so much time on it. I didn’t work on my e-portfolio for university, which is due today. I left the 1000 word report to the last minute, and even now, in the morning, I haven’t finished it.

Not to worry, just have to scribble a few things and scan them, and HTML code a few more pages. I feel joyously happy (haha) because my database works now. Ahaa, yay.

Perhaps I’ll show you guys a screenshot of my e-portfolio. It’s really simple and it’s just plain black and white with a textured background. Bah, anyway, moving on to a rant.

I have this pair of pants that I really hate. Well, since when does one hate a particular pair of pants?

I’m sure you probably have seen or even own a pair of track pants. You just pull them on and you’re good to go. Elastic is favourably sewn into the waistband so as to prevent them from falling down—it’s all great.

Most pyjama pants have elastic nicely sewn into them as well. The pair of pants I own, which I hate, are a pair of pyjama pants. They are yellow—not that it matters—and have Winnie The Pooh prints on them… I think.

Now, I don’t know what’s wrong with me (or the pants)… but these pants fit perfectly fine a few years ago when I first got them. And now they’re falling off. Did I lose weight? I can’t have. And then I realised that this pair of pants didn’t have elastic.

They were horrible drawstring pants. I hate those pants so much. You wear them, and then when you go to the toilet you have to fiddle with the damn thing and undo the string, because you can’t just pull them down.

It is really, really annoying. And I hate having to go to the toilet and untying this drawstring on my pants.

I know, it stops people from dacking you and pulling your pants down—but it’s really annoying. Far out.

Again I apologise to those of you whose comments I have not returned, or whose comments were lost. I’m very sorry.

And thank you for all the birthday gifts. I’m too lazy to put them up now, so maybe another time; and I’ll make a page for them. I’m going to eat breakfast now. Take care guys!

I entered a competition for referrals. I would really appreciate it if you guys could visit So-Pink and help me win (as a little birthday present I guess?). You can help me once per day!

Also, Olivia, the owner of So-Pink, has some domains you can adopt. If you just happen to want one, you can get one for free. I know I am a domain addict but I’m sure that for this contest I will pick the cash instead. So please help me win.

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Yesterday I won a reseller and .info domain from Tenohost and Life2cris. Michael and Cristina have set up everything for me, and I surprisingly have not done anything nifty with the account. I am not going to move there or anything—I have decided that it will be a hosting site. I will be able to host domains too!

James and I had a big fight yesterday. It’s hard to believe it was only yesterday. It was over him losing my (stupid) scarf. I liked it though; my mum only got it for me last week. When we retraced our steps, I was walking faster and we lost each other because of that. All I had with me was his present in a bag, a newspaper and my wallet. He had my whole bag, and when I went back to the last place I remembered we had the scarf, I couldn’t find it.

Then I noticed he wasn’t behind me. I assumed he didn’t follow me so I walked back to the park where we came from, and he was gone. I walked around for a bloody long time and didn’t find him, and then I proceeded to cry.

I found a payphone. It didn’t take notes, so I used all I had—a two dollar coin. And I yelled at James over the phone until he said to meet in the radio station’s building. Where we didn’t say anything for a whole hour. I was obviously bawling… blah.

We’re okay now; we made up. It’s hilarious, sometimes I just want to laugh over these fights we have

Anyway, since today is my birthday I haven’t done much. I stayed up until midnight. Lilian had to be the first to say it hahaha. James called me this morning too, while I was half asleep.

I’ve been on the computer on and off, between doing chores and eating. I got a cute teddy bear from James, and this genius ring he made out of wood

Click thumbnails for a bigger image.

My parents and brother gave me a set of totally cute things. They included a little pillow, plushie doorhangers, and car decorations. I hope this means they’ll buy me a car eventually, haha. I hope it motivates me to drive better, I want a Beetle! The steering wheel cover is so cute

I didn’t take a picture of the pillow or the other doorhanger, but it had ‘feet chillaxing’ on one side and ‘gone shoe shopping’ on the other. I put them on my door 8D.

I also might be getting an acoustic electric guitar. I want a purple one, haha.

Anyway, I’m out. I need to actually work on my e-portfolio for university. Don’t forget to help me win and vote for me!

Have you ever seen a tourist taking some happy snappies (or for those who aren’t up with the lingo, “taking photographs”) of some well-known building or monument in your city? Where I live, seeing tourists is a common occurrence. I live in Australia, and I go to the city and the harbour often, because I attend university near there. I see a lot of tourists and sometimes people ask for directions.

Sometimes, even on random days out, a tourist will ask me to take a photo of him or her with their family, or with the Sydney Harbour Bridge behind them. It’s natural here, for people to ask “excuse me, do you mind taking a photo for me?” We’re friendly nice people.

What really annoys me when I am trying to take a photo of something, is when someone walks in my way. Or even just gets in my way—by walking, running, strolling, loitering, sneezing, jumping, hopping, or flying. Just being in my way when I am taking a photo.

Isn’t it obvious that I am trying to take a photo? Does it bother you that much that you will look like an idiot if you suddenly stop and walk around me? People look more like idiots if they’re walking in the way of someone trying to take a picture, than if they stopped and changed path.

It’s also very rude. I do not appreciate people just walking in front of me when I am capturing something that I may never capture again.

I don’t like it when people make a joke out of it either. For instance, when I’m trying to take a photo, and someone just gives me a playful push from behind and goes “Woh!”, pokes you in the sides, or covers your face and goes “Guess who?”
It’s not funny. Of course, the people who do try and make a joke out of it are usually friends, or at least, people who you know but annoy you.

Numerous times I have tried to take a photo of something in action. Whether it be a bird, a person jumping or someone running. And sometimes, there is someone breathing down my neck or standing next to me poking their head next to mine so they can see what’s on my camera screen as well. Do I not have the right to concentrate when I am taking a photo?

One particular thing that just annoys me is when you’re taking a photo of a once-in-a-lifetime moment, and someone or something just ruins it so badly. Something like someone winning an important race and running past the finish line. A butterfly on a flower, before it goes off and flies away.

I went overseas a few years ago and my brother went on this chairlift for a view around a theme park. He went by himself, and he liked the place. I wanted to take a photo of him as he was on the chairlift.

As he was approaching I was standing towards the exit area, leaning against a wall so I wasn’t in anyone’s way, camera nice and ready and zoomed in. I took a few shots of him from afar, and took a few more as he came closer.

I wanted to take a photo of him getting off, or shortly after getting off, so I could see the chairlifts in the background.

And just as I hit the shutter button to capture the photo, a stupid girl just walked right in front of my face. So what did I capture instead of my brother getting off the chairlift? Half the photo was half of this stupid girl’s fat face, her big eyes and fat nose. And all I could see of my brother was his head and arm that you could see behind this stupid girl.

What the hell was she, blind? I was at a wall, the path was freaking huge, and there weren’t many people getting off the ride. She just had to bloody walk in my picture. And it’s not like my brother could go back on the chairlift and get off just so I could take a picture.

Some people are so bloody rude. That’s why I like pictures where nothing can get in your way. James bought me a sootball phone charm. It was really cute how he stood there for a second, thinking of which phone charm I saw first and liked.

Apparently there was a shooting somewhere in Sydney (the city where I reside), and a girl by the name of Clare had provided a rather interesting account:

“There were these two wogs fighting,” she told Nine News.

“The fatter wog said to the skinnier wog, ‘Oi bro, you slept with my cousin’.

“And the other one said ‘Nah man, I didn’t for s***, eh’ and the other one goes, ‘I will call on my fully sick boys, eh’. “And then [he] pulled out a gun and went [gun-cocking sound] BOOM.”

From Ninemsn

Then people claimed she was racist and it turns out she was lying to the media.

Hilarious. It is obvious that the media exaggerates what they show, simply to attract the viewer’s attention. How can you believe that the media would have just recorded Clare’s account of the shooting when she didn’t say anything suggesting that she actually saw it all happen?

When you think about it, the media is awfully retarded. Clearly they are just trying to get your attention. I was watching a current affairs show on television the other night, and as much as I hate those shows, there was a particular story that grabbed my attention (blah, it succeeded). It was basically about a woman getting compensation for being disabled, when she apparently was not.

The rather elderly woman was interviewed, and they also told the story of how she received some ridiculous amount of money, which she used to rebuild her house to make it wheelchair accessible. During the interview she was clearly disabled and couldn’t even put her hands above her head (or so she claimed).

Later, they showed a rather discreet video of her dancing down the street. Her neighbours had also reported that they had seen her doing gardening and mowing and she did not look like someone who was disabled.

She was then confronted about this face she was putting on, and she said that dancing was “as good as it gets”. When she had used the same phrase to describe the way she was when she was walking with a walking stick. She then proceeded to argue with the news reporter.

Clean it up, seriously. If I was a lying disabled old woman and was being interviewed, I would tell the news reporter to get the hell out of my house before they find out any more crap about me. Yet, this woman and reporter were getting it on in a subtle bitch fight, and none of them even seemed mad.

The old woman didn’t even interrupt when the news reporter went on, revealing the evidence that she obviously wasn’t disabled. It’s all pretty pathetic and an attempt to get the audience to glue to their seat in the hope of one of them blowing their fuse and going “that is it. I am leaving, you’re a despicable liar / get the hell out of my house”.

I don’t even trust that current affairs show. Previously, it was revealed that they had lied about a story in which an old woman (see the trend?) was chained to a bed. They were the ones who had chained her to the bed.

My friend knew a girl at her private school, who continuously swore to teachers, never did work, or obeyed the rules (her favourite word was the word “cunt”, apparently). They were very strict and as a result she was expelled. Later a current affairs show told the story. Except they didn’t tell it like it was. They made up this whole cock-and-bull story about the girl wearing the wrong socks and getting expelled as a result.

I fell up the escalator today. Had the media not had anything to write about at all, they would take my story an exaggerate it to perhaps say I fell up the escalator due to faulty machinery and that, instead of getting two big bruises, I broke my leg and one of my fingers.

On a weird note—my tutor was rather nice to me today.

Asdfgh. Lately I have just been utilising the first six letters of the second row of my Qwerty keyboard to express an emotion much like that expressed on the following emoticon:

So, why so I feel like asdfgh? Annoyance, primarily. I am feeling lazier by the minute. In reference to my previous blog and the changing of titles on the pages—which some people were confused about—you may have noticed the changes. The majority of the pages on the website now have titles in the format of [title] — Heartdrops.org. The title would summarise the page effectively. That was my intention; instead of having the title stay the same. I hear it produces better search results.

I fixed up any errors on pages and validated what I could. I’m still slowly working on it though. The visitor content section is the part that’s going to take a while, so I have decided to spread this discreet revamp over a number of weeks. I’m also thinking of a new layout at the end of the revamp to contribute. I know I have just put this layout up, but the revamp will take a while anyway. I also plan to revamp my other websites and domains so they are more of a network.

Seeing as I have a break in the next few weeks as well when semester finishes. During the break I would like to visit my high school and some of my old teachers and old younger friends. I’m starting to miss it more than I did before. I miss many things about high school; a few of the teachers hated me so it was a laugh. But there are some memorable moments that I want to share.

English lessons. I loved English so much. It wasn’t because my teacher looked like Kurt Cobain. Nevertheless, he was a nice teacher. A young one who could get along with students well. He made learning quite fun, and always had a way of turning things into jokes. He was one who didn’t mind talking to us on MSN (so long as we didn’t annoy the piss out of him, I suppose), reading our practice essays, or even helping us with life (or perhaps that was just me and failing).

I think he slightly shot the crap out of some douchebag who annoyed me. He was a cool teacher. He encouraged me to write more stories and helped me improve.

Bread and other various forms of food. Our little group (usefully named The Bent Bench Bunch due to our inability to digest processed food—kidding—rather, our conditioned behaviour of returning to the same dented bench during breaks) loved to travel outside of the school to the shop up the road to buy Lebanese bread, fried rice and other condiments.

Unusually, we were not caught, nor did we get into trouble, on that note. The fried rice at the corner shop was quite nice. Caramel slices were also a popular favourite within our group, of course when were feeling up for a blob of junk food other than James’s endless supply of gum.

They didn’t sell junk food at the canteen (I presume you Americans refer to it as a cafeteria, although, ours was a little kiosk where you bought food, that’s all). Yet they sold some healthy snacks and salads. Some plain crackers were sold, and at times we’d buy the entire stock of those crackers.

Playing with fire. No doubt. No one knew how much we loved to play with fire. And deodorant To create quite vibrant flames. Actually, I wasn’t terribly interested. It was just the guys I suppose, but it was still interesting to watch. Even when they showed me how they burnt toilet paper on a wall in the bathroom.

Or perhaps that was just my imagination. No, really. The teachers were somewhat “cool” about us going through the toilets. When it was necessary. The boys’ change room was a shortcut to the gymnasium anyway.

On a random end note, I want an Armor For Sleep pillowcase. Only $14.99 on the official site. Who wants to buy me one for my birthday next week?

Besides, I missed out on The Grates’s promotion for their album Teeth Lost, Hearts Won, when they gave away a free pillowcase and handkerchief.

Website stuff just quickly: I’m editing the title on each page so you don’t get the boring “heartdrops.org” on all the pages. Naturally for some of those who use WordPress to manage their site, it does it for you. I’m doing it manually with some PHP includes; won’t hurt though.

I post on slowdawn (my Tumblr account) a fair bit, so if you keep track there you can see how I’m going randomly, when I don’t update the blog here. I also added something to Aquapheric today—that site needs a bit more love; I haven’t been updating it too much. All my websites need a major revamp.

Today my friend Rachel and I started editing and putting our radio piece together. I feel good because I just edited the end, where we recorded an advertisement, and I put music in. The crap thing is that we had to go looking around on the internet for open-source music (so none of this Jai Ho shizz—don’t ask me why I mentioned that song, my brother just said something about it).

The good thing is that we discovered Jamendo which does have some music. And we discovered a metal-rock band called Fragile New Virus.

Currently the files are being a bitch (excuse me) and they won’t compress even if I throw them into a zip file or a .rar file. The files are in Audacity. I would export it as an mp3 file, but Rachel needs to edit the stuff too—so hence she needs the program file. Unfortunately I keep getting an error when I upload it to my server. Well, I hopefully will get that sorted soon.

James and I went to discover this new ferris wheel in the harbour. He saw it yesterday, which was epic awesome. Turns out it’s just a tourist-type thing for people to have a nice view of the city, but it was epic awesome. Of course it cost, well, $20 for a couple (funny that they have discounts for couples, tehee). 8D

We then went for a little walk in the slight rain, and walked around closer to the water. Nothing like the smell of sea breeze. Then we visited the Lindt Cafe and had a yummy hot chocolate. I took a photo of some seagulls along the way. Here’s Captain Seagull:

It was hard to take that shot but oh well! Love love. On the ferris wheel it was pretty funny; we were hoping every time we made a revolution that we wouldn’t stop. It was just such an experience. I took a few photos up on the ferris wheel but I’m too lazy to go upload more.

We could see our university from the top, and the Imax theatre. And this metal daffodil structure that stood out like a yellow blob amongst blobs of green. And we could see into the Chinese Gardens from above, without even going in. Last time we were going to go in then realised it wasn’t free. Haha.

And at the top of the ferris wheel we kissed. End of story. (Minus the idiot on the train on the way to work, who kept telling me that my crossword answers were wrong, but at the same time attempting to help. “What’s the clue?” Fail turd.)

New layout! Refresh! The basic rundown: I took the photo of a rose in my garden. No brushes used, just a cloudy photo as a texture. Lyrics in image are from Anberlin’s Retrace. I know it’s still a mess but I’ll get around to it.

Yesterday I went to talk to my tutor and it turned out crap. For those who follow me on Twitter—eh, you might have known how crappy I felt.

Basically, I’m quite bored of doing basic HTML in this subject at university. And my tutor keeps saying “you’re going to do CSS next year in Designing For The Web”, along with other statements relating to things that I already know as a result of personal experience in web design.

A week ago, I decided that I should talk to my tutor about the knowledge I have, and see if I could get a subject exemption (meaning that I can skip the subject) for next year. I had emailed her previously to see her, and she set a date, but I had to change it because I had a class.

Yesterday, I was pretty nervous during my lecture as she was addressing everyone, because I knew I had to talk to her. I let my nervousness pass and waited until the end of the tutorial (three hours later).

At the conclusion of the tutorial I approached my tutor (who I will now refer to as Jane).
“Jane, may I talk to you for a moment about… subject exemption?” I swallowed.
She didn’t answer. She just looked at me with a nasty expression on her face that read ‘I’m waiting‘.
“Well, you know how you mentioned that we’ll be doing Designing For The Web next year? I was wondering if I could get a subject exemption for that?”
“No.” she practically snapped. She continued shuffling her paperwork and packing her things.
I took a breath and continued calmly, “Well, it’s because I know HTML, CSS, and some PHP; I’ve been—”
“Have you worked with databases?” She interrupted.
“Yes. I use them sometimes to store and manage data on websites.”
“Using what?”
“Well, MySQL,” I tried to be honest. “Sometimes there is a need to use phpMyAdmin.”

She was silent for a while. Just looking down at her old wrinkly hands.
“No,” she said sharply, as I felt a need to back off. “Have you worked with relational databases?”
“A little bit,” I said, softly now.
“Well, no. It’s not about the design—”
“I know. But I do know HTML and CSS.” It was my turn to interrupt now.
“We’ll be looking at web design from a completely different angle. So no. You can’t get exemption for a core subject.”

At that—I thanked her without meaning it, and left.
I didn’t bother holding the door open for her. I ran down four levels of stairs to the lobby of the building, and upon reaching a wooden bench, pushed my tutorial notes violently into my bag.

I went to the bathroom and stood inside a cubicle, wiping my watering eyes. Then I went out, and took myself to the black bench where some power points were. I gobbled down my lunch. And trying to console myself, I sat on the high bench with my laptop on my lap, and called James to come and fetch me.

It wasn’t about not getting the subject exemption that upset me. It was the rude, arrogant way my tutor talked to me. The way she just snapped at me without giving a proper explanation. I am not reassured. I am not convinced. And yet I won’t bother talking to her anymore. I thought she was nice—well, no, she isn’t. I’m completely humiliated now. I won’t be nice to her.

Today was a lot better though. James and I ate lunch together and visited a park. Unfortunately, while we were mucking around and walking around the park, someone stole his jumper. I can’t believe they didn’t take one of our bags instead. Laptop, anyone? I’m quite annoyed. Luckily though, there was nothing useful or valuable in the jumper. Phew.

So. I am planning on actually doing work tomorrow. I was going to revamp the site a bit and fix some pages, but I figured I can do that little by little. Well, I need a break now.

News: I opened two fanlistings: fanlisting for Fender Jag-stangs, fanlisting for metal music.

My internet has been quite slow lately so I’m sorry if I haven’t replied to all comments.

I went to church today, like any usual Sunday evening. I always wanted to talk about the freaks at church. I’m a Catholic and no, it’s nothing against the religion at all. It’s just the odd people that attend the mass, and how oddly they behave. I have added a new category called ‘idiots’ in which I can talk about any sort of idiot really.

So, the freaks at church. The famous one is Wine Man. My brother and I make fun of him all the time. Heck, even my dad does. He’s an elderly (but not too elderly) short man with a hearing aid.

Perhaps it’s because of his hearing aid but he does talk fairly loudly and you can hear him when he says his prayers. Also, when the people are required to speak, he usually speaks quite delayed. We call him Wine Man because often he hands the wine to people.

The slightly disturbing thing is that he’s always pulling his pants up and fixing his clothes, which my mum says is not very clean. Hahaha.

There’s a family at church who… well, who we don’t know, but who we’ve heard things about. I don’t know what to name them but let’s call them Odd Family. There are three children in the family—triplets in fact. A boy and two girls.

So we hear—of the three children:

• one has anorexia
• one has bulimia
• one has an eating disorder.

Which is pretty much the same thing. I think it’s quaint and also a serious problem. All the children are about nineteen or twenty. The funny thing is, they’re all tall (and skinny, heh) enough to be models. They don’t seem to be thin for stress-related reasons though—they’re all quite bubbly. Not that I’ve talked to them before.

There is this other family—Big Family. A very nice bunch of people. My mum knew the mother quite well, and some of her children went to school with my brother or I.

The family is a big one with about (if I can keep count) fourteen children. The funny thing is—of them all, there’s only one girl and the rest are boys. The mother kept trying for a daughter for ages. Even after she had twin boys and everything. I think the age range would be about twenty years between the oldest child and youngest child—which is the daughter!

Funny that. She’s a popular one within the community and well known for her roles in children’s playgroups and such. Her daughter got so much attention when she was born.

So I’m thinking of changing the layout soon; this one’s boring me out a bit, and it’s been up for over a month. I like it a lot but it’s time for a change. I was going to make a really simple one with a lot of random words—who knows? I’m going to make it a quick layout though; so I don’t know if it’ll turn out good or bad. Just keep an eye out!

Firstly, Jeff has opened a new hosting site, Avoidingg.info, and to fire it off, is giving away a free domain. So go visit!

Secondly—sorry if I suddenly babble or go crazy over some random artist (band/singer). I just transferred all my music from my desktop computer to my laptop. I am quite overjoyed. I was doing some productive stuff as I was waiting for it to transfer though. And I just did a count—8715 songs. Not all will play on Windows Media Player though, because they’re in formats it can’t read.

And that’s not all my music either; half my CDs aren’t even copied on the computer. And there’s still random songs cluttering my USB/memory stick.

Please don’t tell me to get an iPod or something—it’s clear that I need something for all this gunk. And don’t tell me to switch from WMP. I used to use RealPlayer on my desktop computer but it got bloated and fat and the advertisements were annoying. I am not thinking of switching. I quite like the Messenger plug-in.

Ooh, Dire Straits just came on.

Today I also filled my brain up with some nice basic knowledge of PHP coding. Real, actual PHP coding. I know it sounds geeky and probably completely strange but I love it. I posted on my Tumblr a piece of coding that I learnt.

What I wanted to address today (apart from the state of my sidebar and messiness of my site and the random tutorials I added, which I am not going to further mention) is this whole thing about judging a book by its cover.

I know it’s a bore and no doubt you have heard of it many times, but I would still like to address it in terms of the web world. Naturally you would not judge a person in real life by how they look. People took me as intimidating because I was extremely loud. Because I was extremely short people assumed I was softly-spoken and perhaps a little quiet.

Maybe you have stories to tell me about how you and your best friend started out enemies! I mean, I started out calling James an idiot, and look where we are now. I was worst enemies with one of my good friends and then we became great friends.

It’s a bit like that in the web world. Perhaps we’re more prone to judging a site. It looks like hell on the outside, possibly doesn’t even work in your browser. But inside, it has great content. The person writes great blogs.

Numerous times I have started a review knowing that it’s going to be hella drastic because I see the iframe in their coding—oh no. Or I see a massive “blend” of Jesse McCartney (hey, how come I haven’t seen him used on a layout in a while—what the crap, don’t ask me why I even mentioned Jesse McCartney) and I think… blah.

Yet, I remember a number of my affiliates (I’m not going to specify) whose sites have improved magically since I knew them. Their sites weren’t too great when we met—even though that didn’t bother me, but then they progress so rapidly it’s amazing. And just think—we all started out on Piczo, Freewebs, Geocities, with premades, layouts made in Paint…

And not just when you think things are bad just by looking at it. You might think it’s great. I have been disappointed a few times when I have noticed someone with a wonderful layout—and in small text in the footer—it wasn’t made by them. Aw.

So while we can realise how bad our perceptions of just a site’s layout may be—what about the owner? Do we feel this extreme hatred for the owner when we see Miley Cyrus or hear her blaring out of our speakers actually drowning out Slipknot? Hey, is that even possible? Do we instantly like the owner because we find something we can relate to, such as having the same like for a certain band?

I remember having a bitch to Jenny-Jenn-Jen-joosie-woosie-poos* about Jeff (who I mentioned earlier!). So he and I “got off on a bad foot”—in his words. It was pretty mean to bitch about him, just because I didn’t like the way he typed and capitalised all his words. But I found out he’s a funny and modest person who is great to talk to, and he’s quite smart for his age!

So what are your stories about wrongly judging people?

* note: I totally gave her that nickname after she nicknamed me Georgumsie-wumsie-bumsie-boosie—I told her nicknames were supposed to be short.

Title? Don’t ask (yet).

So today I went to the library at university, and I met up with my friend who I’m doing an assignment with. We have to record a sound piece based on a radio script. We chose my radio script, because I got a good ol’ distinction grade for it. We had trouble finding some free music—as we know music is copyrighted. We can’t use regular songs for our script; so we looked online for some free ones with a Creative Commons license.

I wasn’t feeling too great on the way home. I had quite a throbbing headache, the train was very hot, and I was pretty close to fainting. I’m better now though, even though my stomach hurts a bit. My head isn’t spinning that much. But I do feel a bit lazy.

If you don’t particularly want to hear a rant, then scroll down till you see the explanation for the title of the blog.

I would like to talk about Stupid Bitter Horse Person. I know this person. Let us call this person Jay. Female/male—not telling. I am annoyed at Jay—frankly because Jay is being very selfish. Jay asks people for money. Not like the buskers on the street. Buskers play music in the street—play guitars, play keyboards, sing—to entertain people and perhaps get a bit of loose change from this entertainment.

Jay doesn’t provide any form of entertainment for getting money. Jay just asks for it, which I find very rude. Furthermore, Jay doesn’t really give reason as to why things aren’t affordable. Jay apparently cannot afford certain things. Yet, these things are so luxurious, and cost a lot. You cannot simply ask for money without giving something in return.

And yet, while Jay acts so poor and desperate for these things—why won’t Jay go and earn money for it? Laziness? I don’t know. What annoys me most is how Jay emailed me quite some time ago about this money issue. Did I have money to give to Jay? Pfft, no. I have money, but it’s not like I will give it away like that.

It also annoys me how Jay spends a lot of time desperately trying to earn money online when it clearly isn’t going to work so easily. I think it’s really deceitful especially when Jay could afford a domain amongst other things, and furthermore, Jay’s entire name is a lie! I cannot tell which is real and which isn’t—I know you can have an alias. But the extent to which Jay is using them is ridiculous—too much.

The title of the blog explanation: Now let’s get to something less serious and funnier.

When my brother and I were little we enjoyed going to the local library. Not just for the books. They had toys available for borrowing, and videos.

We enjoyed borrowing videos of Beatrix Potter characters, like Peter Rabbit—and who knows what, I can’t really remember now.

Our favourite was called something like ‘the roly poly pudding’. It told the story of this cat that got stuck under the floorboards or somewhere in the foundations of the house, where the mice lived. The mice were quite smart. And obviously the cat was after the mice, but the mice outsmarted him.

I can’t remember the details but the cat was curiously watching the mice roll a big ball of dough with a rolling pin. Silly cat; didn’t understand what the mice were doing—they were going to catch him and eat him. And he just sat there mesmerised thinking they were playing a game with him.

Then, the mice wrapped the cat in the dough. They rolled him up and everything. Planning to cook him. Sound familiar at all? See it on YouTube.

My brother and I really found it funny, and we put this act into practice in real life. We took a blanket and wrapped and tied each other in it, and watched as the victim attempted to escape from the roll of blanket.

Some pudding.

Carly (plugged above) was the random commentator to win a free week of blog plugs. In relation to the other blog as well, Lee drew me this absolutely wonderful work of art as a picture of the person who left this stupid comment. [Click thumbnail for a bigger view.]

Wonderful, ain’t it?

Today, we learnt something pretty boring at university in one of my subjects. You won’t believe what it is. Basic HTML. Ah well. I am disappointed, because we won’t even be learning CSS until next year, and here I am even trying to progress with learning actual PHP coding. I don’t want to coast along and waste time or money so I did email my tutor so I could talk to her some time.

Speaking of university, this morning during our tutorial of this very basic HTML (using a program called Arachnophilia, I should add), something pretty hilarious happened.

We were using our computers, in the lab of Mac computers. Just listening and paying attention as we should, and all of a sudden we heard a really loud pop! It was like a balloon popping, or like a big metal sheet dropping on George Bush’s head, or like a car colliding with a steel wall.

Well, not really. More accurately, it was like a massive pop or a bang.

At that moment, our tutor’s computer switched off and so did half the computers in the lab.

It turned out that my friend next to me had accidentally pulled out a plug from its socket under the table, using her foot. It had got caught in a loop of cable.

Everyone looked in her direction as she placed the plug back in—and to our shock, it didn’t have any effect. Even when she turned the switch on and off.

She broke the fuse.

Holy hell. We spent the rest of the tutorial using computers in pairs with the remaining computers that actually worked.

Tonight I actually did a big blob of my assignment that’s due today at midnight (heh, it’s past 12 midnight now, so I’m saying ‘today’). It’s to be submitted online. I worked for a solid 46 minutes straight. Believe me, that is hard to do when you get distracted by the internet; I’m sure we’ve all been like that every now and then. And in that solid 46 minutes during which James was urging me on, he helped me to 1979 words!

1979 indeed—as we might know, it’s a song by The Smashing Pumpkins, one of my favourite bands. I love the song as well! The assignment itself is just a reflective (but critically analytic) journal on the processes of our previous assignment. And it is meant to be 1500-2000 words; so I’m going great even if I haven’t finished.

Moving right along; more site stuff. I have added the domain competition participants to advertising. Also—I have decided that I will start plugging some people who comment—at random. I will plug two random commentators from this blog on the next one.

I also made a Tumblr account. Feel free to follow me. I will probably blog there quite often; it’s addicting. Also, I am considering attaching a domain to it. My crazy addiction to domains.

Yet, I still feel that I have quite a lot and am actually considering giving up one. I am not making any decisions as of yet, but it will be a while until I do. I will think about it in about four weeks when I have semester break.

Must stop rambling and get some sleep. Thanks for the comments guys

The winner is Carissa and she designed a poster of a movie titled Angel Detectives. We picked Carissa as the winner because her poster stood out from the rest, and impressed us from the very beginning—we were never sick of it.

In second place we had Jess. Her site is down at the moment but I have emailed her regarding her advertising. Her movie was titled Aurora and was simple but very eye-catching. I think at some point we all felt like watching the movie if it did exist.

Daryll came third. She had a wonderful poster, and despite the misspelling of “disappeared” as Dissapeared, her poster was quite impressive.

All other participants will receive two weeks free advertising, starting tomorrow. However some people did not submit their entry and will not receive advertising.

Look out for more competitions in future!

Meanwhile, dealing with an immature ratbag has never ceased to make me laugh. Some people are very idiotic nowadays. You insult someone; what do you expect them to do? Cry? You’re kidding me.

In EyeThief news, I have opened the Poets of the Fall fanlisting. I actually did receive permission from the administrator of the official site to use the images:

Howdy,

Sorry it took a while to answer! You can use all images in the Photo Gallery section of the site (promo & live pics), plus album covers etc. The only things we ask from fansites is that they don’t look too much like the official site, and that you have a link to the official site somewhere.

Happy sitemaking, let me know when it’s online and I’ll add a link to the Links page! :)

Pretty cool. And in other celebrity-related news which I barely discuss, Ben Jorgensen (yes, the Ben Jorgensen of band Armor For Sleep) actually replied to me on Twitter!

Now I know how those people feel when their idol replies to them. The funny thing was, Ben was speaking gibberish, and I actually understood. [Click thumbnail for bigger view.]

Also on the subject of Ben Jorgensen, I won the SOTM at Fashionable Sparkles and the owner Mischa gave me this great award:

End blog now. I must continue dealing with my dodgy printer. Also, I will give a random commenter on this blog some advertising. Simply leave a nice meaningful comment and you’ll be in the draw to win a week’s advertising via a blog plug.

If anyone else just happens to want to be plugged in the blog, let me know—you just have to plug me back as well.

I barely talk to anyone on MSN. Not even Ainsley, who I mentioned in the previous blog. The only two people I talk to are James and Lilian. My two best friends!

And of course my brother talks to me sometimes when he needs help with homework and stuff.

So, naturally, it surprised me when a new window flashed open and someone said to me “Hi Georgina!”

I took half a minute to process who it was that was talking to me. A girl who was in my maths class in high school. No biggie, right? Right. But the thing that peeved me off was that I was on away status. When I’m on “away”, sometimes I’m actually seriously not there. But this time I was. And when I am, it means I am extremely busy.

She was asking for help with Visual Basic—the program. Oh dooze. I love helping people, but I hate when they disturb me! Besides, all the stuff I learnt about Visual Basic was over three years ago. I can’t remember at all because I never bothered to continue learning about it. So poo.

The point I’m trying to get at is that I hate it when people talk to you only if they want something. It’s stupid and ridiculous. The other day, this person on my MSN list—who I don’t even remember because I have about two hundred and half of them are random sod peeps—said hello to me (I was on “busy”, bloody blind bat) and asked me to do her a favour.

It was the most ridiculous, pathetic, stupid, lame, annoying, unbelievable, disgusting, horrible, terrifying, dumb, idiotic, self-centered, selfish, peculiar, weird, idiosyncratic, stinky, smelly, puny, pungent-smelling thing anyone could ask me to do.

She asked me to look at a picture of her. Look at a picture. Yes, I couldn’t believe it either.

Do you know how death-defying that was? It was horrible. It was absolutely painstaking and nerve-wracking.

I did it anyway.

And you know what was really stupid? That’s all the crap that she wanted. Selfish bitch, that. Completely and utterly selfish.

Moving along.

Today I went to university, even though I didn’t have classes. I needed to use the computers to finish my assignment, which is designing a print product. It has to be done in the program InDesign, which is like Publisher. InDesign is part of the Adobe creative suite, actually.

What really buggered me was that I had to print it in colour and I had no idea how. When I read the instruction sheet, it said I had to pay. A whole eleven cents. Eleven cents. And that was only for the black-and-white printing. I needed full colour printing. And there was no way I was going to the “resource centre near the table tennis tables”. Last time I saw a table tennis table, much less one with a resource centre next to it—I had a bad experience.

Not really—but I wasn’t up for lining up or whatever, and wasting money on that when I could just use my own ink.

Eventually I got a 30-day-trial of InDesign from the internet. I used the wireless at university to install it on my laptop. It took forever to download the installation file itself. Eventually though, I got it installed. Waste of an hour or two—but I thought that if it didn’t work, I’d just have to put up with the damn resource centre thing.

It’s all good though, it’s installed and I should be able to print it fine now.

Are you a fan of the band Armor For Sleep? Then join my AFS fanlisting today!

Join, join! You know you want to. I also got approved to create the Poets Of The Fall fanlisting, and the fanlisting for While My Guitar Gently Weeps by the Beatles.

Yesterday was my dad’s birthday, and James and my 15 month anniversary.

James and I ate at a fancy Indonesian restaurant. It was yum! I mean, after all, I am Indonesian hehee!

In the morning we got free Red Bull drink at the station. I’ve never had Red Bull before, so it was nice. It kept me awake for a bit. We also walked past a random shop with a stand that said “free books”. They were on Buddhism (didn’t appeal to me, unfortunately) and so James took two.

We went to Morning Glory and looked at these really cute plushies (one which he insisted was a bra… right…). And there was this really cute sootball hat.

Last night I was talking to James and Lilian about this person we know and don’t like. So we were bitching about this person—let’s call them “Ainsley”. I know, very vague (and a unisex alias), and I’m not going to reveal whether it’s a he or a she—in the event that he or she possibly reads my blog.

Ainsley is a rather hypocritical person, who constantly makes fun of things that people like, whatever that may be. It’s a form of teasing, like when you disagree with someone—”Nah, the Jonas Brothers suck”. Replace Jonas Brothers with one of our favourite bands (because we clearly don’t like the Jonas Brothers); you’ll get roughly something that Ainsley would say.

And what do you know? Several days or months later, Ainsley suddenly tells us, “Have you heard the song Love Me Do by The Beatles? I love it!”

Of course, Love Me Do being the aforementioned song of said band Ainsley thinks “sucks” (for example, The Beatles).

Rather hypocritical, I think. Ainsley does this to about anything on any subject, and not just music.

The thing is, with Ainsley and our other mutual “friends”—I guess you could say—are rather alternative. Our little group has always been somewhat like outcasts, and liking things that are not really part of the “in” crowd.

The thing that annoyed me most was when Ainsley kept telling James and I that blogging was boring and something rather, well, lame. Again, poking fun at something we both like (or not like… I am sure James doesn’t like blogging too terribly).

Oh and what does Ainsley do? Ainsley creates a blog. A blog! Yes, a blog. Hello? Is there something fishy going on here?

If there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s hypocrites. And by golly, I could go on to other silly things Ainsley has done—associations with Bearman perhaps—never you mind. I’ll stop ranting.

Speaking of hypocrites, I know that several of my fanlistings are for celebrities, and that I did use a celebrity image for my most recent one. However, I am not claiming it as my own image, and I am not redistributing it. I am a fan—and simply, I am just acknowledging that. Besides, it’s not like I’m plastering The Jonas Brothers on my site. Ew. The photo of the band was also offered on their official site.

Alright. That’s enough for today.

Today, James and I went to the library at university. We were going to leave to go to the station and catch our train.

We went into the lift/elevator (fourth level, man) and pressed the button for the bottom level, and the doors shut. We were standing for about thirty seconds before realising that the lift wasn’t even moving at all.

So we got ourselves out of there and headed for the fire door. Which turned out to be shut. Of course we weren’t going to walk all the way to the other side of the library just to take the stairs. We headed back to the lift because we heard someone go in. The lift finally worked and we were accompanied by a guy with glasses.

The lift stopped on level two instead of level one, and as soon as the doors opened, this puny idiot stood before us, and said in the most monotonous voice, “What are you doing here? This is a staff lift. Get out.”

Errr… since when was this lift a staff lift? Snotty fish sucker (sish fucker, if you like). There was absolutely no indication of the lift being a staff lift—besides, it was probably the only bloody lift in the whole library! Sure I haven’t been around the library much, but I am smart enough to know a big set of silver doors from the surroundings of fifty billion books.

I’ve seen tons of people use that lift. Students and the so-called staff. At one point I even remember a staff member with a trolley of books travelling in the lift with students. Take that—stupid, puny, slightly-bald, short, idiotic, know-it-all, dwarfy, snot-faced, fish-sucking… imbecile.

Besides, I doubt he was even a member of “staff” himself. I was highly in doubt, because 1) He showed absolutely no sign of shock that students were using the lift, 2) He was talking in a pathetic monotonous, selfless manner, and 3) As soon as the door opened, he said that. Probably before it even fully opened. Idiot.

James and I ended up missing the train. We were both so tired that I finished a Sudoku puzzle and he fell asleep. (Yes, I was so tired that I could complete the fourth Sudoku puzzle in my life.) I was exhausted, but James fell asleep resting his head on mine.

Work was pretty tiring, and again, the stupid lights to the boys’ toilets were broken. Obviously no one had the heart to fix it—selfish pooheads. I had to fumble for the door handle in the dark again, at which point my own shadow scared me. Eff.

Blah. An hour ago I discovered that my Google pagerank went down to zero from three. Stupid rigged Google. I swear it was three last week, and Heartdrops has been stuck at three since about January.

Google is retarded. I mean, even o1s.net has a pagerank of two! And my old website has a pagerank of one! Screw you, Google. Who gives a douche about pageranks anyway; I was just trying to sign up for something pathetic anyway.

I have done two parts of my assignment! I’m off to continue. And start my other lame assignment! Thanks guys for voting, again! Also, do Dayna at AmourChaleur a favour and vote for her in the Best WordPress Design Awards. Her hand-drawn layout is beautiful and she deserves it.