got bored

learning PHP

variable variables are ridiculous.
ow, my brain!

well

now we know why my loans weren’t deposited

i’m dyslexic!

wrote the account number wrong.

bet whoever that was that got the money enjoyed that. haha.

but you would not believe how many damn times i checked the numbers, because i know i tend not to be able to copy them down right.

didn’t see a problem before i handed the forms in
didn’t see a problem after i handed the forms in
didn’t see a problem until i read the number out to the guy on the phone.

then i smacked myself in the forehead.

i seriously have some kind of problem.

hey, and i still managed to get mid-90s in math last year.
must be some kind of genius.
but it feels dumb to make all your mistakes by putting the decimal point in the wrong place…

watch me smack my forehead again…

oh well, $28 will last me 8-10 business days, right?
right.

Actually.

Wait.

I do care.

Dammit.

Why do I cut the sandwich diagonally?

Let’s stop that from now on and see what happens…

The future forks here.

The great sandwich event.

I hope this isn’t the wrong decision.

Will my life be better if I cut them horizontally or diagonally, do you think?

Oh, I have complicated matters so!

It’s okay now, though.

I ate the sandwich.

This sandwich is turning out more complicated than I would have thought.

Jam on the top?
Jam on the bottom?

And which way is the right way to cut it…

Oh, shut up, Candice.
Nobody cares.
Including you.

I can’t decide.

Get the jam in the peanut butter
or get the peanut butter in the jam…

p.s.
this is what happens when your computer is on the only table you have

There is muffin in my keyboard.
Much muffin.
Muffffffffin.

My webpage works again, then?

Excellent.

“It is confirmed. You have until Monday to hand in the project.”

*tapdances*

Skipping class.
Lalalala.
Whee!

I am “allowed” two absences per term.
Which to me means…
I feel obligated to make sure I miss those two classes.
Therefore, since this is a work period…
Laziness for me!

After an Online Ruckus, Microsoft Opens MSN Site to All

(NY Times article, so you have to do that annoying signing-in BS… blah!)

“Microsoft is trying to make the Web into its own private property.”

Yes. Yes they are.
See, that’s what a website IS.
It’s your own private property.

If I didn’t want to allow Netscape users into my website,
too fucking bad.
I don’t have to.
So there.
You do not have a right to look at my website.

You can launch public outcry all you like.
(Most of) the Internet is not public property.

This is the same argument I have about smoking in restaurants.
There is nothing written that says you have the right to fine dining.
Resaraunts are private establishments, owned by somebody.
If you ask me, they should have the right to tell people what they can and cannot do inside their doors…
If you don’t like smoke,
boo hoo.
Boo fucking hoo.
Go somewhere else.
Or don’t go anywhere at all.
As I said.
Nobody owes you smoke-free meals.
It might be a profitable service to provide it for you but
If somebody doesn’t want to do that
Oh go cry me a river!

And I don’t smoke.
I hate the smell of smoke.
I wouldn’t go to a restaurant that smelled like smoke all the time.
If I had a restaurant, there would be no smoking allowed.
But that’d be because I own the place, and I don’t like it.
See, these are the kind of rules you can make up when you own something.
Just because you own it.
Just because you feel like it.
Whee.

Back to MSN.
Anticompetitive gesture?
“Microsoft has built a site that works best with their browser.”
Duh.
Hello?
Sounds like a logical thing to want to do to me.
Gonna cry about it?
Huh?
Gonna cry?
Download Internet Explorer and like it,
bitch.

The right to free speech.
The right to bear arms
The right to access the Microsoft Network?

I have not heard of this part of the U.S. Constitution.
But then again,
that country is messed up.
And apparently full of whiners.

Let’s kick them in the head.
Yes.
All of them.
A good booting for all.

P.S.

The whole concept of this story, well…

You’re complaining cause you can’t get into MSN?
Why the hell do you want to do that in the first place?

I’d be like…
GOOD!

Of course, I sometimes am a cam chick with no nose:

But anyway.

Can’t think of anything to say.

*Tries to write e-mail to Jesse for the 42nd time*

No.

I sure can’t.

But I WILL!

Er.

Yes.

But I definitely see how it seems like I’m about to do something “fucking insane.”

I guess I’m insane.