heywilma | Growing pains. Ohh, I loved that show.

Dude. I’m getting older faster than I thought I would. My brain is working slower. There are just a lot of things to do and the gears are taking its sweet time in processing them.

Now for a list!

DOSSIER. Try to word it so that the markers will actually understand what you’re trying to say. I suck at that, because I write long and winded.

COMPARISON OF NEWSPAPERS. Because it’s due soon, too.

CML, bitch. I hate maths.

READ THE BLOODY TEXTBOOKS

PHOTOCOPY PAGES

Do all the HTML shazams I’ve dotted down on this notebook of mine. (~~Code for a navigational frame; Java Script for “Last Updated” message, ‘cause the one they gave us do not work;~~ scans of Brotherhood members, because I am doing an X-Men fansite)

~~Ask the lecturer/tutor whether I’m actually allowed to have a pure fansite, pseudo-Government page style. I’d better be, ‘cause I’ve already done half the pages >.>~~

~~~~Steal~~ Find and borrow the .xls files on the school’s server.~~
Not there. Will have to borrow someone's CD.
~~Check for job postings again.~~

~~Email Shannon Molly RE: webzine writer.~~

RP things.
Upload icontest entries.

I hate it when lists exceed 4 dot points.

Well, Dad and I got into an argument in the car yesterday. What’s new, you say? What’s new is that he changed the subject (I was still huffing a little) and we actually had a civilised conversation about university, and now I know something new about him.

‘Cause I totally did not know that his teacher in high school recommended that he study journalism in university. Goodness. That’s just a weird thought.

Apparently he was absolutely brilliant at writing (I’m sure he was boasting just a little here) and considered applying for a journalism degree. But he thought that he wouldn’t get into the uni, and journalistic jobs were very hard to find, so he did mining engineering instead.

Keeping in mind that his last year in high school was also the last year of the Cultural Revolution, and it would be the first year that tertiary exams were re-instated, competition would have been fierce, so I could see why he went for a maths oriented field.

After that he had a little smirk on and he said, "You’re living my dream."

Which is cute, but very corny.

Also, whenever I see upturned collars now I just have this urge of flipping them down.