while typing names of random people from my past into google, i found someone i had been very curious about. well, i found her business website at least, and there’s even a photo of me on it for pete’s sake. one day i’ll get around to dropping her a note to say “hey” but in the meantime it’s just really nice to know things seem to be going well for her.
yay zora! yay evan for not stooping to the boob level! yay paul! yay one million dollars! yay for asking if she could kiss him! yay for fairy tales! yay for my being a stupid idiot over some dumb tv show!
last night, i met a man who makes wine from flowers. saturday night, i discovered i love it when dean is in a good mood. friday night, a slightly stinky rummy told me how he’d made a million dollars. thursday night, i put my foot down.
yesterday, i had a nap. saturday, i laughed a lot. friday, i kicked ass. thursday, i stayed up late.
oh, hitting-on-guy finally emailed me. he wants to go for coffee or something. i know it’s wrong, but i can’t help that he’s even less attractive to me now that i have seen he has poor spelling-slash-typing skills. it’s not horrible i want a literate man, is it?
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i finished my assignment! i also finished two versions of one of the homework assignments! the third item, i can’t seem to get working in any manner, so i decided to forego the effort of futility and let it lie dead, decaying and detested. it’s only four marks, anyway.
funny how boring someone can become when they’re obsessed with things with a limited scope of interest, innit?
i feel a couple rants bubbling up inside me, but i think i want to get through the rest of this weekend before i commit them to binary. then there’s my story about the guy on the bus last night. too bad i’ll be totally anti-computer by the time this afternoon is finished.
all right, time to hunt down some root beer and learn about xml schemas. whee.
hey, look! i’m still doing homework! and i’m still working on the first assignment! go me! not.
although, in my defense, i did take a couple hours off to go downtown to see daredevil. i liked it for what it was meant to be: a no-brainer, wire-fu, comic-book action flick. other comments will have to wait until all homework has been completed.
thank god for caffeine.
yeah, yeah. happy manufactured retail holiday to you, too! don’t mind me over here swearing like a sailor. xslt can kiss my non-cupified ass. *grumble*
i took my favourite photo ever tonight. i’m so freaking in love with this shot, it’s actually kind of disgusting. god, if i stare at it too much longer i think i’ll go insane with hubris.
today’s my friday, but i’m too stressed to enjoy the fact i don’t have to come to work tomorrow.
i’m web-restless. now that i have this great new webhost and more space than i know what to do with, i’m keen on a redesign, or switching to a new content management system, or just adding neat new features (i’ve already added this one).
there’s a huge assignment and two smaller, but just as annoying, homework items due this saturday and i’ve done none of them. i haven’t even started them. hell, i’ve barely even looked at them. the worst thing is, i don’t even care. i’ve been sitting at home each night this week knitting instead of working on them. i’m really quite disgusted with myself and i’m not sure why i don’t feel any compunction to apply myself this term. maybe i should have taken another programming course instead of xml. whatever, i’m just halfway through the course and i have to figure out a way to get my ass in gear and give a shit about what i’ve paid to learn.
that being said, i’m going out for dinner and then to a union meeting tonight. tomorrow night, i’m going to see daredevil with karen. saturday, after class, we’re going out somewhere for the boys’s birthdays. and, finally, sunday night i’m going to dinner at my uncle’s. somewhere in the time that’s left, i have to do these three assignments, clean out my fridge so i’m not embarrassed when i call the landlords to come look at it, get the car washed & fill the tires, do laundry, go grocery shopping, read the 700-page book that’s due back at the library by next tuesday, finish watching my six feet under tapes and sleep, shower & eat.
i think i’d rather run away and re-enact the dream i had last night which starred a half-naked mikey in paul’s new apartment.
it’s becoming painfully obvious to me that menses are nature’s punishment for not propagating the species.
*whimper*
stupid nature.
three hours… i can make it, right? right?! *twitch*
welcome to my new(est) web server. sorry for the silence the last few days. i just couldn’t bother to write anything i knew i’d lose during the move.
of course, now that i can write, all the things i wanted to yak about have slipped my mind. i guess i could tell you about finally finishing the scarf i started at xmastime. or about going to michael’s on my way home from work last night to buy the wool for karen’s harry potter scarf i’m knitting for her birthday and being horribly tempted by all the crafty bits i saw there. i knew there was a reason i hadn’t dared let myself in that store. i could even tell you about how i sat around the house on sunday crying at the drop of a hat, only to discover yesterday that it was just a new form of pms. or about how i laid in bed for almost an hour this morning trying to talk myself into calling in sick today because i knew that i’d be sitting here without anything to do and suffering with cramps instead of being at home, under the überblankie, knitting a scarf and watching yet more episodes of six feet under.
of course, i should tell you about my new obsession with six feet under. i can’t explain to you how much i love that show. cousin brenda made me two tapes with all, i think, of last season’s episodes and that’s pretty much all i did sunday: sit around, knit and watch sfu. it’s wonderful! i wish it wasn’t an hbo show so that i didn’t have to resort to stealth measures to see it on a regular basis.
okay, that’s enough for now. let me know if anything breaks. thanks.
i know what i want to get for my birthday. don’t dawdle, you only have 145 days!
if you have a web-capable (ie. can view internet webpages) cell phone and are willing to be my part-time guinea pig, please leave me a comment with your email address.
remember when 24 was the hottest thing on television?
last night, i turned it off halfway through. i don’t know why, but this season interests me not at all. really, i mean, come on. do you actually think that this guy’s daughter, after all the hell she went through only a year previous, would still be such a stubborn bitch and not listen to him though he obviously knows what the fuck he’s talking about? and what’s up with her and the mountain lion? also, why are they bringing back all the same people? the story ended at the end of last season. bring back jack working for an entirely different branch of governmental agency with new people. keep us guessing just a little bit about their motivations. oh, wait, just make sure they’re not as fucking annoying as all these rich newbies who used to live in arabland. if i were those girls’ father, i would have drowned them when they learned to speak. *twitch* oh, don’t forget that mason is dying and they’re trying to make him loveable and human. *bzzt* too late! he’s a prick and all the heartbreaking conversations with his estranged son aren’t going to make us like him now that he’s melting from the inside out. one more thing, i really, really, really hope someone kills off the presidential ex. that priggish woman makes me want to flay myself.
i feel much better now.
say a guy, a stranger, actually, comes up to you and starts a conversation, and this conversation is peppered with compliments about your eloquence and obvious intelligence, then, as you’re about to leave, he asks you for your phone number…
i just got hit on, didn’t i?