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Lowry Asylum for the Comically InsaneAre YOU Committed? August 10 that's itHi, me again, and if you can actually read this you have, by concensus of everyone, friggin' amazing eyesight. I have spent the last hour trying to figure out how to make my site readable, and now i'm just ticked.
Once again the people at msn- or is it windows now?- have changed the site format, and made every single iota of text so bloody tiny and ant would have difficulty seeing it. I DEMAND RETRIBUTION!!!! Either somebody please help me out- i'd go to the help page but it's just as friggin' tiny and i cant read it- or tell me an email adress to send my abusive thoughts to. I'd go on strike but that'd do shit all.
So yeah, please, i beg of you, someone help me make my site readable again? i have no reward to offer, but i would be eternally grateful.
Tata. July 23 Why mists never write best-selling novels...Howdy folks.
Happy to say i'm in an oddly happy state of mind, though should you ask me why i'll probably cause you some strange form of pain, because i have no idea, and it's kinda starting to freak me out...
As to life, i'm still not driving, as noted in the last blog entry, chestnut season is over :( and...that's about it as far as interesting things go. I've managed to get myself singing the worlds most optimistic and possibly least well liked song for a concert- thats right, simmy gets to sing "tomorrow". Laugh all you like, you're the ones in the cells! mwa ha ha!!! Also my obsession with catgirls has spawned into full flown nearly lifesise fanart. Then girls in tap shoes are gonna kill it. Dont you just love dance studios? I think the best bit is that i've never watched an anime series religiuosly ever in my life, so my catgirl thing is solely in "still". Think i'll keep it that way...
Anyway, that's about it i think...yeah, close enough. hope you enjoyed this vague and pointless update. Now bugger off! July 05 driving- me insaneok, so i decided that i should use this month-long break to actually learn to drive, one of many essential life skills i should have learned two years ago if not even earlier. funny thing is all the people i look at who call me stupid for not having done so earlier seem to have their own deficiencies- never got their p's, just suck, despite having miraculously passed, dont have a car to use anyway, being able to get rid of their p's and not doing so.
ok ok, actually most of the people i just hinted out havent actually called me stupid, but one in particular called me silly, despite knowing how much that word pisses me off.
And then theres the sudden realisation that all of my driving role-models are flawed. theres stu, who i would never actually deem as a model anything, come to think of it, who backed into an electric fence trying to get our car out of the mud- we got into the mud trying to avoid said fence- needless to say when he opened mums door i ran for the proverbial hills. NO WAY your getting me into a car driven by that man.
Then there's nana, the person i drive with most, who asks me the directions to her own friggin' house, let alone every other little trip she emotionally blackmails me into taking with her. the smallest layer of fog on her windscreen freaks her out so much she actually pulls over ad asks me to wipe it off. when i inform her i can see fine she then keeps driving and tries to wipe it off whilst doing so, swerving off the road in her lapse of concentration. she also doesnt know haw to drive under 60 km per hour. even in roadworks. cringeworthy. Oh, oh, and she tries to open the car with her housekey.
The most sane of my possible driving teachers is my darling mother, but sadly when angry or when she was drinking earlier in the evening she no longer cares about road rules. it's difficult to feel safe when your going 120 in a 50 zone, or when your purposely going straight over roundabouts.
Ah, sorry inmates, that was definately a rant uneeded, so here's the positive:
If i get my licence this month i'll be on my p's in time for uni! If i get my licence i'll be the one driving on nanas little trips, and she can forget the fucking fog! if i get my licence i can drive mum home of an evening and stick to the law! if i get my licence i can steal nanas car and get the hell out if i need to! oh wait, no, cant do that for another six months. bugger.
Comment on your own driving woes, inmates divine, i crave your anecdotes.
June 18 what the frig?why is all the text in my space now so exceptionally small? And why do i suddenly have a crappy world map?
Really, given this is meant to be a customer- controled page, the people here at msn myspace perhaps should have concidered ASKING OR AT LEAST INFORMING THEIR CUSTOMERS before fucking around with their preferences. I like small type, but not this friggin' small, and i didnt even want the list of newly updated spaces, let alone a shitty world map.
Customer service really doesnt exist anymore. bring back the days of tradesmen and apprentices- you want clothes? go to a tailor. a man or woman who was well trained, will fit them to YOU, and who probably isnt asian and practically starving for lack of reasonable wages. This last option may change, of course, if you happen to live in an asian country.
So now i'll have to go back to all my old entries, origionally composed in a decent font sise, and go about the rather ambiguous enterprise of editing them all back to the way they origionally were.
Did i actually have something to say before i noticed this?
Probably not. the life of a correspondance, or "external" student doesnt really offer much by way of interesting life moments. I have a new phone, but not being a tech-head i'm not about to go on about it.
I spent my morning cutting interesting poses out of my grandmother's old magasines because i'm sick of trying to sketch in the bend of an elbow from memory or someone sitting nearby. What i SHOULD have been doing was studying written french.
screw that sideways.
buh-bye all. May 25 retial therapy my arseHave you ever noticed how you can never find a reasonably priced frog item in may? I can tell you why. Its because Zoe has her birthday in may, and i always get her a frog item-like- thingy. It is because "retail therapy" doesnt like me.
I cant walk into a clothes store (especially supre) without finding something i'd really love to get, that happens to be designed for people without my...ahem... comsiderable chest size. What always annoys me about mentioned store is that there is always a serving chick who is at least equal with myself, who is wearing the in- stock clothes with the usual flair and ease required of serving chicks. Do they order them in especially for her? Do they hire a tailor? Whatever they do, one day i'll find out and kill them for it. I do not take false hope lightly.
For anyone who's interested, on- campus days still suck, but this time i had freindly people to write lymerics to under the drone. Also, i stayed with one of the ex-lads, and not my uncle. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, much better!
And even if your not interested, TOEJAM AND EARL ROCK!!! if any of you peoples out there have access to mega drive/ genesis games, and are able to play them, get the toejam and earl games. I have cheered up many an hour remaniscing as i listen to the funky background music and watch a little red dude with stalk eyes, three legs and a pimp chain wander around saying things like "rightious!"
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