to quote my post from yesterday:
well, i did watch TV. i did IM. i did play WoW. but, i also did the easier exercise in preparation for the exam and got about half-way through the big, scary assignment. if i have time this week, i’ll try to get it finished, but at this point, it’s not really worth it for me. doing the smaller one helped me understand the process of implementing objects and how inheritence works in a practical, code-writing sense. i didn’t even need to ask jeremy for help!
now i just have to re-read all my notes for the mid-term. oy.
word in the halls is that i’m a lock for the new job. of course, with this place and rumours, you never really know what the hell is going on, so i’m trying desperately not to get my hopes up. just in case, i have been backing up all my files from the hard drive to the network. the amount of crap i’ve collected on this computer in the last three years is astounding. yes, jeremy, i know i’m a packrat.
i hope i get the new job if only so that it means i’m that much closer to getting my new camera. *daydream*
speaking of dreams, holy crap last night’s was vivid and oddly familiar. i think it was based on a previous dream and, oddly enough, the TV show Witchblade. there was this tall, dark, mouth-wateringly handsome and slightly insane man (very much like both Ian Nottingham and Morgan) who appeared and then disappeared from my life. next thing i know, i’m camped out on a park bench beside the cemetary across the street from the last place i’d seen him, sure that he would return to me.
a nosy neighbour lady came over to see if i was all right and then tried to enter the apartment i thought Thane (yes, that was his name) might have gone. i tried to warn her that he was unpredictable and that she shouldn’t surprise him but tragedy struck. Thane was startled and mortally injured the annoying, nosy woman.
interestingly, i didn’t care that much. i was more concerned with Thane’s well-being. there was much holding and consoling (and, yeah, intimate (but not sexual) touching). he would flash back and forth between quite crazy and strong and stoic. i just wanted to hold him and make it better, secure in the knowledge that he’d tear anyone who threatened me to shreds.
and people wonder why i like to sleep so much. with dreams like this, who needs reality?
I feel like that little dude that sits on your shoulder arguing with the other dude on your other shoulder about what you should or should not be doing. Such power! ;)
hey, it’s me and darren!
dreams. sigh!!
So is it the 300D or the D70? Your post says one thing and your description says another?
I got my hands on a Canon 20D and its soooooo sweet. Knocks the bloody socks of the 300D. ‘Course here its $1600 buckaroos.
yeah, i need to change that. i’m pretty sure i’m going nikon.
As far as choices go, I’d have watched TV (well, I’d have read) and IM’d too. Homework sucks.
And why didn’t anyone tell me I spelt my name wrong in previous spakes?
Its almost like the Nikon D70 is THE SLR digital cam of the internet. Dooce, Boo, then soon to be you! I envy!
yeah, it’s been a huge decision whether to be like heather armstrong (who uses a D70) or heather powazek-champ (who uses a 300D), but really, i just want to be like julie.
i’m so glad i don’t need to look at any other factors when choosing how to spend $2,000.
;)
p.s. bruce: “i want my 300D” rhymes with “i want my MTV”.
although, i guess “i want my D70” rhymes, too.
maybe i won’t post today, i’ll just keep commenting here.
maybe i’ll comment on random entries and make you all find my post sentence by sentence!
FWIW, I wanna be just like julie too. ;)