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Tuesday, April 30, 2002 ( 1:42 PM ) Heather - Thanks to Margot for setting me up with this: 
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Sunday, April 28, 2002 ( 11:00 PM ) Heather - Yesterday, in the Disney store in Sydney Central Plaza (aka the bit under Grace Brothers), I heard the opening bars of Magic Carpet Ride, a song close to my *cough* heart. Then the lyrics started, and it was a horrifically girly girl singing it, taking many a liberty with the song, singing "boy" rather than "girl" in the chorus, and missing bits. There were also sections in Spanish, for no apparent reason. It annoyed me greatly. I had been boogying, as is my wont, when the song began, but I froze upon hearing the lyrics. The shop assistant, of course, saw me begin to dance, and came over and said "They're pretty good, aren't they?" in a frustatingly chirpy manner which suggested that she had accepted every one of Disney's bastardisations of folk tales. I avoided growling at her, and exited the shop. # ( 6:12 PM ) Heather - New indian leather sandals. Made ingeniously, the straps all one piece of leather threaded under the sole twice, then buckled around my ankle. They creak deliciously as I point my toe, arch, stretch. # Thursday, April 25, 2002 ( 11:17 AM ) Heather - isp go slow again make heather want to cry # Wednesday, April 24, 2002 ( 10:51 PM ) Heather - I've been complaining about iHug for some time because it's been ultra-slow and dodgy. We were gonna get a new isp at the end of the month (we're on a 3-month plan thing) but tonight, I was talking to some people on irc who had iHug, and they said they'd never had problems. So I called their helpdesk, and a cheerful fellow with a slight kiwi lilt helped me through my connections. It turns out one of the complicated options I don't understand was changed by our previous isp, and it didn't get changed back, which explains the dodginess. Somehow. Today, I had pages time out, and some taking 7 minutes to load. Other times, it's gotten up to 35 minutes loading time late at night, and then I give up and go to bed. I wonder if it ever would have loaded... But now my connection is much less shab! # Tuesday, April 23, 2002 ( 10:22 AM ) Heather - Sick of Gildas, and I haven't even found a book of his writings yet. Not good, when the essay is due on Monday. Julius Caesar's writings on the Celts are stil enjoyable. I'll probably just do some research today and tomorrow, write some things on Thursday and Friday (around fighter practice, bodice making and seeing Jack's play One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest) and write the essay next Tuesday. It's hard to resist handing essays in a day late when the penalty is 2% per day. # Monday, April 22, 2002 ( 12:57 PM ) Heather - Not feeling good today. I woke up with chest pains(!) and had to go to two very boring lectures with the same lecturer in a row. My attention span is such that more than one consecutive lecture is virtually pointless for me, I can't concentrate and generally feel like I might as well not be there. In the second class, I wrote a letter. I think the chest pains are probably due mostly to sleeping badly and pulling a muscle or something. I had a dream that a guy I know was my brother, and he was warning me about a spider in the house which had bitten him heaps, and so I had to seal my room up so that the spider didn't get in and therefore get me. It was very creepy. Somehow, I needed to jam a blanket around the glass in the door. The house in question was nothing like my house, which added to the strangeness. Lots of very strange dreams these days. # Saturday, April 20, 2002 ( 11:13 AM ) Heather - They Might Be Giants are hosting Rage tonight! Jamp, jamp, jamp. Jamping is the official exercise of those who are excited. It's like jumping, except more gleeful. # ( 1:05 AM ) Heather - My enthusiasm for Neopets is, once again, abated. So much wasted time. Only millions of useless neopoints to show for it. Most of my time online these days consists of reading e-mail and online comics, notably Goats and Red Meat, which is one of the most wonderfully horrendous things I've ever read. Everyone whom I have introduced to this wonderful article has laughed so hard that food came out their nose. Well, that just happened once, but it's always been a dream of mine to make people laugh that hard. Be warned, this article contains big words, some of them with as many as four letters. # ( 12:14 AM ) Heather - Those bananas really shit me. # Thursday, April 18, 2002 ( 7:17 PM ) Heather - I do so very many online tests. None of them seem to make sense. There isn't even internal logic there.  Strawberry: 20/100 Pear: 0/100 Banana: 80/100 Tomato: 10/100 Lemon: 35/100 Take the What Fruit Are You? test by  webkin and aaronr!( 7:11 PM ) Heather - Work was crap today. I like having a part-time job, because I don't have to screw around trying to get enough hours, and I can allow for my shifts when I'm figuring out how to do assignments. But the pay is shitey, the days are long, and my boss treats me like I'm a moron. And I'm really not. # Wednesday, April 17, 2002 ( 10:13 PM ) Heather - Andrew's minions were in the room today. They scare me. He asked them to stop calling me "Mrs. Andy", because it was shitting me off, so now they know my name. He introduced them to people, so that now I know their names, and they accepted the title of minions, which Andrew defines as "somewhere between a servant and a slave." They're going to bring food tomorrow, but unfortunately I'll be doing my stinky job all day. I'm not sure I want to eat minion-food, anyway. # |
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