Right, I'm determined to write a happier post today and be a bit more upbeat than I have been. Trouble is, I think I'm coming down with something. I can't quite put my finger on it but my tummy doesn't feel right at all, my head's slightly fuzzy and I have no appetite whatsoever. I haven't been poorly for a while so I'm probably due something nasty.
On a lighter less disease ridden note, Niall got ANOTHER job offer yesterday. He's in big demand obviously... I mean how many students find themselves in the position of two companies trying to match salaries and benefits in order to get their ideal employee?? I am so proud of him. Though part of me laughs (nervously) at the fact that here he is with two job offers and here's me with nothing. I doubt I'll get the career in illustration I want; it's hard to get into and even harder to be successful within the industry. Nevertheless I'll try my hardest to get some work by doing a whole heap of self promoting when I graduate. Itd be nice if my part time job was related but I doubt that too. It's money though I guess. Crikey money... starting to forget what it looks like.
This still isn't particularly happy is it?... so far I've established I'm ill with no job and very tiny future prospects. Hrm. Maybe next time....
Friday, February 25, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Who Needs Enemies...
This is going to be tricky, but it's my blog and I can write what the hell I want.
I have a friend. Or I had a friend. We used to be really close; we could talk for ages about anything and nothing, they were a shoulder to cry on and meant the world to me. In a way they still do. I hate it when things like this change but sometimes it happens. I've grown apart from a very small number of friends from school days and college days but there are some friendships that you expect to last longer, especially when you still frequent each others lives. My expectations of this friendship have been dashed this year. It seems I expected too much for this person.
Something has shifted between us
A bitter rift an ocean wide
A gift with no heart, no care, no thought
our built up world reduced to nought
Not long until your plan's complete
Not long until I'm shift, alt, delete.
Somewhere along the way and for an unknown reason something changed within this important relationship. I hate that I don't know. And as always, I tried to keep it going, tried to reach out and let this person know how important they were to me. I got little in return. And eventually I kid of gave up. I got fed up of trying. Trying to keep everyone happy is impossible and one of my faults is trying to keep those closest to me happy all the time. IS that a fault? I don't know. Whatever I did, if anything, I'm not sorry. I haven't done anything that I should be ashamed of other than try and be happy this year. Selfish as that sounds, I needed to do that this year.
"Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become…my perfect enemy…
Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say,
“You disappoint me,
”Maybe you’re better off this way"
Passive, APC
I have a friend. Or I had a friend. We used to be really close; we could talk for ages about anything and nothing, they were a shoulder to cry on and meant the world to me. In a way they still do. I hate it when things like this change but sometimes it happens. I've grown apart from a very small number of friends from school days and college days but there are some friendships that you expect to last longer, especially when you still frequent each others lives. My expectations of this friendship have been dashed this year. It seems I expected too much for this person.
Something has shifted between us
A bitter rift an ocean wide
A gift with no heart, no care, no thought
our built up world reduced to nought
Not long until your plan's complete
Not long until I'm shift, alt, delete.
Somewhere along the way and for an unknown reason something changed within this important relationship. I hate that I don't know. And as always, I tried to keep it going, tried to reach out and let this person know how important they were to me. I got little in return. And eventually I kid of gave up. I got fed up of trying. Trying to keep everyone happy is impossible and one of my faults is trying to keep those closest to me happy all the time. IS that a fault? I don't know. Whatever I did, if anything, I'm not sorry. I haven't done anything that I should be ashamed of other than try and be happy this year. Selfish as that sounds, I needed to do that this year.
"Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become…my perfect enemy…
Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say,
“You disappoint me,
”Maybe you’re better off this way"
Passive, APC
I do feel guilty about giving up on this person, but to not get hurt by this persons attempt to eradicate me from their life, I needed to toughen up. I'm not wasting hours of my time on someone who neither cares if I'm around or not, and doesn't feel like making the effort for me. I'm not going to be affected by their lame arguments and their subtle jibes and digs, trying to shoot me down no matter what I say, trying to contradict everything I say for the sake of argument. This person used to be my friend, and they're trying to make it clear that they don't want to be that any more. I got that message along time ago.
If they want me, they'll come and get me. I doubt they'll read this but I didn't want to name names. They know anyway. I only hope it doesn't happen with any of my other close friends. They are so important to me.
It just makes me sad.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Fly the Flag
The sad goings-on in Ramzi's home country, Lebanon, has got me thinking.
British, particularly the English are meant to be patriotic, but to me, thuggish, yob mentality is NOT patriotic. Racism and bigotry is not what patriotism is about. When I read about people coming together, uniting for a cause, joined by their opinions with saddened, angry feelings, it makes me wonder if the same happened in this country... what would people do? Obviously, we haven't had civil wars, none of the troubles as other countries have suffered/are suffering, but if a former prime minister got killed here... would we care? We'd be unnerved, but for how long? It sadly makes me realise we never love, look up to or respect the people who run our country. They don't deserve our adoration for how useless they are, but it's still quite sad. Do we really have to go through the horrors of wars and struggles for freedom, issues on a mega scale in order to look up to our leaders? These are the times we need them most, for sure, but what else does it take to merely be proud of your country and our leaders. These so called figure heads will never speak up for us enough to earn our admiration; they'll never listen to us enough to earn the popularity they crave. But, do we have any to give? Our news today reported as the main headline, that the Queen wouldn't be attending her son's wedding. Fair do's, it's news I suppose.. but is that really more important than the other headlines, which included that dodgy food dye getting into school and hospital food, the Iraqi prisoner abuse trial and such like? The media is far too concerned with Beckhams new baby, celebrity scandals and dull newsbites about the goings on behind the royal closed doors, to focus on the real news.
Though I don't envy the tough times and the troubles, I envy the solidarity and unity that the people of lebanon have shown.
On a totally different and completely superficial note... I'm looking at some image hosting sites to set up an online photo album... anyone have any recommendations?
British, particularly the English are meant to be patriotic, but to me, thuggish, yob mentality is NOT patriotic. Racism and bigotry is not what patriotism is about. When I read about people coming together, uniting for a cause, joined by their opinions with saddened, angry feelings, it makes me wonder if the same happened in this country... what would people do? Obviously, we haven't had civil wars, none of the troubles as other countries have suffered/are suffering, but if a former prime minister got killed here... would we care? We'd be unnerved, but for how long? It sadly makes me realise we never love, look up to or respect the people who run our country. They don't deserve our adoration for how useless they are, but it's still quite sad. Do we really have to go through the horrors of wars and struggles for freedom, issues on a mega scale in order to look up to our leaders? These are the times we need them most, for sure, but what else does it take to merely be proud of your country and our leaders. These so called figure heads will never speak up for us enough to earn our admiration; they'll never listen to us enough to earn the popularity they crave. But, do we have any to give? Our news today reported as the main headline, that the Queen wouldn't be attending her son's wedding. Fair do's, it's news I suppose.. but is that really more important than the other headlines, which included that dodgy food dye getting into school and hospital food, the Iraqi prisoner abuse trial and such like? The media is far too concerned with Beckhams new baby, celebrity scandals and dull newsbites about the goings on behind the royal closed doors, to focus on the real news.
Though I don't envy the tough times and the troubles, I envy the solidarity and unity that the people of lebanon have shown.
On a totally different and completely superficial note... I'm looking at some image hosting sites to set up an online photo album... anyone have any recommendations?
Monday, February 21, 2005
Frightened
I had a nightmare last night. It really messed with my head for a while. Wierdly, before I went to sleep, I felt on edge and nervous about something, like something bad was going to happen. I think it was all provoked by a photo by simon larbalestier and this film. Takashi Shimizu is a twisted wierdo for coming up with the imagery in that. I saw that film ages ago, and it's just lurked in the depths of my mind until last night. As for the photo, it's a person with stupidly long hair. So long you can't see the body or much of the face; it's eerie. I totally love that guys work and I've been a fan for some time, but I found that one picture deeply disturbing. I knew, as soon as I saw it, it'd bother me. I'm not good with strange things like that. Anyways, cutting to the short of it in the end of my dream, after trying to hide from this creature that had killed two people in the room next to mine, it finally got to me and started ripping away and scrabbling at my stomach. Someone kept shouting that it was looking for something but it was tearing my abdomen to shreads and all my bedsheets were red and bloody. I woke up at that point and could hardly move. I was really scared and everything in my room looked different and unusual. It was like being a kid again, wanting comfort. I felt disorientated and couldn't recognize what things were. Niall got into bed with me to comfort me and keep me safe, but even that scared me. His eyes seemed strange and it was changing how his face looked. It didn't help that it was five in the morning and he was tired so he kept blinking and widening his eyes to stay awake. Even with the light on I was frightened. I just had to stare at them and tell myself that they were perfectly normal, but in my head they'd blacken and widen, then roll and bulge. It really upset me because I felt terrified and unsafe. I haven't felt that scared for a long time. I had that horrible feeling you get when you're too scared to fall back to sleep, but eventually, with the tv on in the background, I drifted back to sleep at around twenty to seven.
I felt a bit silly this morning. I hate my head sometimes.
I felt a bit silly this morning. I hate my head sometimes.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Yay or Nay
What a crazy week. It's been full of ups and downs. Niall got offered a job in Peterborough which he's since accepted, though it caused a few problems as neither of us want to be apart next year. We had a bit of a big fight, which was really upsetting. It's all sorted now but I'm still not sure what's going to happen really; it's inevitable that we won't see much of each other no matter where he is which is sad, but that's just the way things are. He's been looking at living in Nottingham or somewhere in between Peterborough and Brum, somewhere familiar so that should I be able to make enough money at home next year I can potentially move in. It's so strange thinking about it all... bit too serious and grown up for my liking, but again, it's inevitable and got to happen sometime. Having said that being a student is getting to me at the moment, as much as I love my mates here I'm fed up with having less than no money, living out of an overdraft and dragging out projects to fill in time. I'm torn between wanting to get out of being a student and earning some money, but not wanting to let go of the freedom that comes with few lectures/studio time, the social scene etc. Hrm.. :(
Rock night on thursday was okay, I got to wear my new boots and didn't fall over once. I was so proud. Despite not having much money it was nice to catch up with mark who I felt like I hadn't seen in ages. We left early because Dave was bored and there wasn't much happening later on in the night. I couldn't dance because I didn't want to break my legs trying to dance in my new boots. Arthur's promised an appearance next week so that'll be nice.
Other than that, this week I've started my new project properly (modelmaking is underway once again) and I managed to talk to my brother in Japan, which was nice. :)
Rock night on thursday was okay, I got to wear my new boots and didn't fall over once. I was so proud. Despite not having much money it was nice to catch up with mark who I felt like I hadn't seen in ages. We left early because Dave was bored and there wasn't much happening later on in the night. I couldn't dance because I didn't want to break my legs trying to dance in my new boots. Arthur's promised an appearance next week so that'll be nice.
Other than that, this week I've started my new project properly (modelmaking is underway once again) and I managed to talk to my brother in Japan, which was nice. :)
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Dissolve
Out of playful sleep
I awake
A harsh reality dawns
There is no sky anymore
Cloud 9 is raining itself away
I awake
A harsh reality dawns
There is no sky anymore
Cloud 9 is raining itself away
Rollercoaster
ooh gothicky
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Well, Valentines day was a mixed bag... I got Niall some headphones, two cd's and a photo album with pictures of me in it (see above... I like this picture, it's all gothic and dark, as if it's barely there...). He seemes happy enough with them all so that was nice. As well as the boots he bought me, he got me choccies as well as a gorgeous top from my favorite store. :) I was so chuffed. We were going to go to the park for a mini picnic but it was bloody freezing so we went to the local wetherspoons for a quick bite to eat, where he suprised me with a huge bunch of flowers. Bless 'im. We had to wait almost fifty minutes for two flippin mushrooms and some potato shells which annoyed me a bit. We went home in time to get ready for going to a posh restaurant for dinner. Here's where the drama started... with only about an hour before we had to go out I realised I'd left my god damn hair straighteners at the bugs house in wrexham. I got into a huge panic because I wanted everything to be perfect for the posh meal. After the inital panic came the outrage that I stupidly left my essential bit of kit somewhere, and I had to run round town five minutes before closing to find some new ones. That left me minus thirty squids and with only twenty minutes to actually get dressed, make-up'd and straightened. When the taxi arrived I was only half straight and looked all messy. I was pretty upset, I wanted to look nice for Niall. Still, the meal was totally fantastic and I tried not to let it spoil the evening. For starter we had, brioche toast and camembert, then I had oven baked chicken with sunburst tomatoes, mozarella and a mustard grain sauce (Niall had a very very rare steak.. ew), then for afters a selection of desserts like tart au citron and chocolate cheescake etc. It was fab. Later that evening I tested out me new underwear... :)
Straight hair or not, I had a fab day and today I'm really smiley.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Return of the slink
Phew, got back from the ladybugs today after much confusion with trains or rather the lack of. Still, I managed to get back eventually and waiting for me were my infamous new boots. Woohoo. They kick ass. My skirts new too. :)
So Wednesday I polished off a good four pancakes… I’m slacking, back in the day I could put away five easy enough. Tut tut. Thursday night Niall and I stayed in as I had to get up relatively early to get the train to Wrexham. Not long after I arrived, I promptly managed to do the usual slink thing and get locked in a toilet for twenty minutes or so. Thankfully the bug managed to get me out, but what a way to start a weekend. Anyways, after meeting all the ladybugs mates and seeing their studenty house, we got out some films, bought plenty of munchies and drank like troopers until we were done in. The next day we slobbed about until the evening when we all went out to this place in town called central station. I stupidly forgot to take my camera which annoyed me a little as I could have got some brill photos. It was no rock night, but it was the best night I’ve had in a long long time. Myself and the bug managed to get three free drinks each from her still-feeling-guilty ex which was cool. He’s such a poo for leaving such a wonderful ladybug. Anyways, I managed to get extremely drunk thanks to a pitcher of cocktail before hand and danced to some really random songs with the bug. We got ridiculed by the DJ for putting in requests like Motorhead and “the Wrigleys chewing gum ad song from ages ago”, so it was unlikely they’d get played but still it was great fun. On returning to the bugs house at three in the morning, we sang a lot, ate toast and played this weird but totally ingenious game called ‘Bop It’. It’s so funny when drunk, and it past a good hour or so. I really want one now, it could keep me entertained for ages. Anyways, after that we went to bed and reminisced about old school days, which is kind of obligatory when you meet up with an old mate you’ve known since being little. Then today I set out at two ish, only to FINALLY return home at gone eight…. Bloody trains.
It really struck me how much I hate being away from Niall. It seemed quite ridiculous to miss someone after only a few minutes, especially when I only had to be without him for a day or two. I can go and have as much fun as possible with other friends, but nothing beats having a hug and a kiss from Niall when I get back. :)
I’m spotty at the moment. Think a trip to good old boots is in order tomorrow to sort out my face.
So Wednesday I polished off a good four pancakes… I’m slacking, back in the day I could put away five easy enough. Tut tut. Thursday night Niall and I stayed in as I had to get up relatively early to get the train to Wrexham. Not long after I arrived, I promptly managed to do the usual slink thing and get locked in a toilet for twenty minutes or so. Thankfully the bug managed to get me out, but what a way to start a weekend. Anyways, after meeting all the ladybugs mates and seeing their studenty house, we got out some films, bought plenty of munchies and drank like troopers until we were done in. The next day we slobbed about until the evening when we all went out to this place in town called central station. I stupidly forgot to take my camera which annoyed me a little as I could have got some brill photos. It was no rock night, but it was the best night I’ve had in a long long time. Myself and the bug managed to get three free drinks each from her still-feeling-guilty ex which was cool. He’s such a poo for leaving such a wonderful ladybug. Anyways, I managed to get extremely drunk thanks to a pitcher of cocktail before hand and danced to some really random songs with the bug. We got ridiculed by the DJ for putting in requests like Motorhead and “the Wrigleys chewing gum ad song from ages ago”, so it was unlikely they’d get played but still it was great fun. On returning to the bugs house at three in the morning, we sang a lot, ate toast and played this weird but totally ingenious game called ‘Bop It’. It’s so funny when drunk, and it past a good hour or so. I really want one now, it could keep me entertained for ages. Anyways, after that we went to bed and reminisced about old school days, which is kind of obligatory when you meet up with an old mate you’ve known since being little. Then today I set out at two ish, only to FINALLY return home at gone eight…. Bloody trains.
It really struck me how much I hate being away from Niall. It seemed quite ridiculous to miss someone after only a few minutes, especially when I only had to be without him for a day or two. I can go and have as much fun as possible with other friends, but nothing beats having a hug and a kiss from Niall when I get back. :)
I’m spotty at the moment. Think a trip to good old boots is in order tomorrow to sort out my face.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Mutiny and Pancakes
It seems that my whole class is unhappy with their assessment results. People are disapointed with grades and with comments that were made. Also it's not only me that has a problem with a fellow class "mates" doing less but getting maximum credit. It's not a nice atmosphere there at the moment so I'm glad I don't have to be in much.
My boots didn't arrive. I contacted the man and he said "he's on the case", but I'm still thoroughly pissed off. I might threaten him again, see if I can get a discount off the boots... hehe.
Not much else to be said though I've got a new project about an insect office environment. Wierd but I like it. My reports near finished too so that's a relief, and in two days I'll be off to Wrexham to visit the ladybug. Should be good fun. :) We missed out on pancake day yesterday because we were in the pub all evening so the plan for today is to consume as many as humanly possible to make up for being a day late. mmmm pancakes...
My boots didn't arrive. I contacted the man and he said "he's on the case", but I'm still thoroughly pissed off. I might threaten him again, see if I can get a discount off the boots... hehe.
Not much else to be said though I've got a new project about an insect office environment. Wierd but I like it. My reports near finished too so that's a relief, and in two days I'll be off to Wrexham to visit the ladybug. Should be good fun. :) We missed out on pancake day yesterday because we were in the pub all evening so the plan for today is to consume as many as humanly possible to make up for being a day late. mmmm pancakes...
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Snug as a bug in a pillow
Ew. I found something disturbing this morning. I didn't have much time to check it out until just now as I've been out with the folks all day. When I was making my bed this morning I noticed some small bumps under my pillow case so I took a look inside and there were little flakey parts of a brown shell like material all over my pillow. I kept looking at it and it seemed suspiciously like some sort of bugs shell. Anyway I had to go shortly after that but I've just got back and on closer inspection I've found a wing in there too! It looks like its from a wasp or bee or something. The question is how the hell did it get INSIDE my pillow and how long have I been mashing it to pieces with my sleeping head! There's no guts or fleshy parts, and no marks or blobs on my pillow; it looks perfectly clean. Other than the crushed bee. Wierd. I'm not squeemish about bugs or creepy crawlies other than evil ones like spiders.... maybe scorpions.... but finding bits of things inside your pillows a bit strange.
Anyways, rock night was coool last week. I got a bit tipsy for the first time in ages and had a fantastic night. I even got all protected and stuff from John as apparantly some guys went for my ass... though I was too far gone to really notice what the hell was happening. Still it was wicked. And Dave even danced to things... even some good songs! :D
The next day was my tutorial so I had to get up early in the morning with a jippy tummy from all that drink the night before. It didn't help that I was really nervous about getting my assessment results but it turned out okay. Andy was nice to me, I got a 64 which as it stands means I'm on a mid 2:1. I've dropped a few marks from my last assessment but Andy said it was to be expected in third year. My next step is sorting out my projects for the final semester and making them kick ass brilliant so I might just be able to get a first. I don't know what that airhead Rachel got... *blood boiling already* ... but I will find out. God help her if she got a higher mark than me for doing crap all.
Since then I've been bumming around watching films and eating too much. Semester 2 starts tuesday so got to get thinking about some decent project ideas. Niall's got his BIG job interview tomorrow so good luck for that mister :) . New boots should be arriving tomorrow; if they don't I won't be a happy bunny after all the trouble I've been through to get em. SOMEone will be getting a bill gates-esque letter if they aren't too careful mr-boot-selling-goth-man.
Did I over-do the links in that post?? Right, off to inspect my bed for more bugs....
Anyways, rock night was coool last week. I got a bit tipsy for the first time in ages and had a fantastic night. I even got all protected and stuff from John as apparantly some guys went for my ass... though I was too far gone to really notice what the hell was happening. Still it was wicked. And Dave even danced to things... even some good songs! :D
The next day was my tutorial so I had to get up early in the morning with a jippy tummy from all that drink the night before. It didn't help that I was really nervous about getting my assessment results but it turned out okay. Andy was nice to me, I got a 64 which as it stands means I'm on a mid 2:1. I've dropped a few marks from my last assessment but Andy said it was to be expected in third year. My next step is sorting out my projects for the final semester and making them kick ass brilliant so I might just be able to get a first. I don't know what that airhead Rachel got... *blood boiling already* ... but I will find out. God help her if she got a higher mark than me for doing crap all.
Since then I've been bumming around watching films and eating too much. Semester 2 starts tuesday so got to get thinking about some decent project ideas. Niall's got his BIG job interview tomorrow so good luck for that mister :) . New boots should be arriving tomorrow; if they don't I won't be a happy bunny after all the trouble I've been through to get em. SOMEone will be getting a bill gates-esque letter if they aren't too careful mr-boot-selling-goth-man.
Did I over-do the links in that post?? Right, off to inspect my bed for more bugs....
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Word up
Dear Mr Gates
I just wanted to thank you for ‘Microsoft Word’. I wanted to thank you for producing a piece of software in which to write my forty page critical report for the final year of my degree and how much of a pleasure it was to use.
I particularly love the way ‘word’ sticks to its guns and hates any sort of image that you attempt to place in the document. What loyalty. The lovely gem of a program can’t seem to cope with a thumbnail image being placed among text. Mixing words with pictures… ?! noo why bother? This program merely takes away the hastle by refusing point blank to leave an image where you left it. I love how it messes up all your beautiful paragraphs with its funny ‘image formatting’ system. I was amused by how superbly hardly any of the text wrapping functions actually make life any easier and oh how I laughed when it moved five images by merely deleting a single letter ‘a’ from a paragraph, thus misplacing half a report worth of text. I also love how it manages to move things about all on its own to add a bit of fun and mystery to the report writing process. One press of a button and things vanish into thin air. Genius.
I was extremely impressed by the way that it refused to let me change the page margins because they were “too big” at a whopping two centimetres each side. Silly me. Much joy was had trying to work out exactly what the cute little error message with it’s not-at-all irritating “Bing!”sound, actually meant seeing as MY margins were smaller than the default ones. Funny old thing.
Finally, I love how the help section hardly ever has any of the questions you really want to ask listed, such as “why the hell don’t you just leave that there?!” and “why the hell are you moving THAT now… I clicked over HERE!!!?” or even “Why can’t you just *£!)^!^!*@!: work you (!*^!*£)@!)(*??”. I couldn’t find my questions anywhere in your handy little list of common errors us mere mortals seem to make, though how anyone could struggle with your software is beyond me.
It makes me happy to know that all your money is soundly invested in making the best computer software around.
Thank you Mr Gates.
Slink
After using Microsoft Word for many many years, I have come to the conclusion that this particular piece of software sucks ass.
I just wanted to thank you for ‘Microsoft Word’. I wanted to thank you for producing a piece of software in which to write my forty page critical report for the final year of my degree and how much of a pleasure it was to use.
I particularly love the way ‘word’ sticks to its guns and hates any sort of image that you attempt to place in the document. What loyalty. The lovely gem of a program can’t seem to cope with a thumbnail image being placed among text. Mixing words with pictures… ?! noo why bother? This program merely takes away the hastle by refusing point blank to leave an image where you left it. I love how it messes up all your beautiful paragraphs with its funny ‘image formatting’ system. I was amused by how superbly hardly any of the text wrapping functions actually make life any easier and oh how I laughed when it moved five images by merely deleting a single letter ‘a’ from a paragraph, thus misplacing half a report worth of text. I also love how it manages to move things about all on its own to add a bit of fun and mystery to the report writing process. One press of a button and things vanish into thin air. Genius.
I was extremely impressed by the way that it refused to let me change the page margins because they were “too big” at a whopping two centimetres each side. Silly me. Much joy was had trying to work out exactly what the cute little error message with it’s not-at-all irritating “Bing!”sound, actually meant seeing as MY margins were smaller than the default ones. Funny old thing.
Finally, I love how the help section hardly ever has any of the questions you really want to ask listed, such as “why the hell don’t you just leave that there?!” and “why the hell are you moving THAT now… I clicked over HERE!!!?” or even “Why can’t you just *£!)^!^!*@!: work you (!*^!*£)@!)(*??”. I couldn’t find my questions anywhere in your handy little list of common errors us mere mortals seem to make, though how anyone could struggle with your software is beyond me.
It makes me happy to know that all your money is soundly invested in making the best computer software around.
Thank you Mr Gates.
Slink
After using Microsoft Word for many many years, I have come to the conclusion that this particular piece of software sucks ass.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
And the winner is...
Well after a tough battle, all votes were counted.. boy did that take a while.... and after a last minute vote from Ramzi (nice to have you back Ramzi!), as you can see the winner was picture 4 with a grand total of four votes. woob. So there it is. It'll be up there 'til I get bored again and change it :P.
Right, I had a nice time at home. It's all a bit of a blur but I managed to go into Brum twice, got three pressies for Niall for valentines day, plus some new underwear, I cuddled my cats alot and watched a hell of a lot of crappy daytime tv. Today I think I watched a total of five consecutive episodes of Daria on MTV. That's alot of Daria no matter how cool she is. I still haven't got my new boots, and I won't even go into all the details and problems I've run into getting them. Geez.... what you have to do to get a decent pair of sexy boots these days! Anyways, I've been assured they'll be here Monday. I did get my new stockings through the post though... they have a seam running up the back and everything.. wow. Roll on rock night...
On a more boring note, I have my tutorial on friday. I have to say I'm pretty scared about it seeing as this is my final year and these marks actually matter for a change. I might cry if I don't get a 2:1. Other than worry about it I can only keep my fingers crossed. :(
Right, I had a nice time at home. It's all a bit of a blur but I managed to go into Brum twice, got three pressies for Niall for valentines day, plus some new underwear, I cuddled my cats alot and watched a hell of a lot of crappy daytime tv. Today I think I watched a total of five consecutive episodes of Daria on MTV. That's alot of Daria no matter how cool she is. I still haven't got my new boots, and I won't even go into all the details and problems I've run into getting them. Geez.... what you have to do to get a decent pair of sexy boots these days! Anyways, I've been assured they'll be here Monday. I did get my new stockings through the post though... they have a seam running up the back and everything.. wow. Roll on rock night...
On a more boring note, I have my tutorial on friday. I have to say I'm pretty scared about it seeing as this is my final year and these marks actually matter for a change. I might cry if I don't get a 2:1. Other than worry about it I can only keep my fingers crossed. :(
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