Frassin' Rassin! Part the Second

So I call iiNet today, and they say that the error isn't fixed yet, that Telstra haven't updated them on the situation yet. Say it with me people:

TELSTRA SUCK MONKEY DICK!

Okay. I feel better. Don't you feel better? Well, I haven't talked to Azina properly in three days now and I'm going through these terrible withdrawal symptoms cause I love my boo, and I haven't been able to talk to her. I had a dream I was Elijah Wood's girlfriend again, and I gave him sweet lovin', and I wanted to tell her about it. I didnt' get to write any of my story either, because my mother has been on the computer *constantly*. I'll have to go to bed early to wake up early enough to beat her to it. That's the way it is.

I've been learning javascript, and I'm understanding most of it, and it really is quite easy. Problem is I forget stuff, and I have a crappy memory (yay pot - NOT), and so I'm forgetting commands and commenting and stuff. So I'll be studying this a LOT. Most of the stuff I'm learning is pretty old school, and has been superceded with new and prettier interactive coding and imaging (flash and so forth), but in learning these old bascis I can learn the new complicated stuff. My aim is to alter and code my very own personality quiz. If I can do this, I shall be queen. Like Elizabeth the First baby.

Oh - D&D was appropriately bizarre. The jokes are in-ones, but let's just say that as a D&D group filled mostly with women, it's crazy. Our female characters all flirted with the female sheriff. Duct-Tape-Dave is making sure he brings the porno volume of his D&D books to the next meeting. YAY!

My cat Lenny needed to go to the vet today. He has an abcess on his cheekie. I have to swab it. It's filled with pus. I eventually have to clean his teeth too. I clean his teeth. I drain his pus. That's love, people. That's my boobie-cat.

Neneways, I'm off like a frog in a sock. I have huge stuff to do and it'll wear me out for bed. Hugs and mwahs!

Nacey.

PS - I got my anti-depressents. The doctor said I needed to book in for a pap-smear now that I'm 22 and old and crotchety. GREAT! I gotta let a cold metal duck down my duff! WAAAAH!

Frassin' Rassin! Part the Second

So I call iiNet today, and they say that the error isn't fixed yet, that Telstra haven't updated them on the situation yet. Say it with me people:

TELSTRA SUCK MONKEY DICK!

Okay. I feel better. Don't you feel better? Well, I haven't talked to Azina properly in three days now and I'm going through these terrible withdrawal symptoms cause I love my boo, and I haven't been able to talk to her. I had a dream I was Elijah Wood's girlfriend again, and I gave him sweet lovin', and I wanted to tell her about it. I didnt' get to write any of my story either, because my mother has been on the computer *constantly*. I'll have to go to bed early to wake up early enough to beat her to it. That's the way it is.

I've been learning javascript, and I'm understanding most of it, and it really is quite easy. Problem is I forget stuff, and I have a crappy memory (yay pot - NOT), and so I'm forgetting commands and commenting and stuff. So I'll be studying this a LOT. Most of the stuff I'm learning is pretty old school, and has been superceded with new and prettier interactive coding and imaging (flash and so forth), but in learning these old bascis I can learn the new complicated stuff. My aim is to alter and code my very own personality quiz. If I can do this, I shall be queen. Like Elizabeth the First baby.

Oh - D&D was appropriately bizarre. The jokes are in-ones, but let's just say that as a D&D group filled mostly with women, it's crazy. Our female characters all flirted with the female sheriff. Duct-Tape-Dave is making sure he brings the porno volume of his D&D books to the next meeting. YAY!

My cat Lenny needed to go to the vet today. He has an abcess on his cheekie. I have to swab it. It's filled with pus. I eventually have to clean his teeth too. I clean his teeth. I drain his pus. That's love, people. That's my boobie-cat.

Neneways, I'm off like a frog in a sock. I have huge stuff to do and it'll wear me out for bed. Hugs and mwahs!

Nacey.

PS - I got my anti-depressents. The doctor said I needed to book in for a pap-smear now that I'm 22 and old and crotchety. GREAT! I gotta let a cold metal duck down my duff! WAAAAH!