I realised today i’ve a stats exam on the 28th. haha. haha. good one, life. way to give me a STATS exam on my birthday. but! just found out I got 80% on my last one! that is extraordinarily great, considering I failed the one before that.

imagine that, all I can talk about is stats. I spent all afternoon doing a PY2103 report. & now can barely think. it’s due on Friday, which is the last day of semester.

I love very strong eyebrows on women.

& do you know? I didn’t even begin A Young Girl’s Diary. I haven’t had any time to read ’cause I stayed up all night answering emails & had Anthropology in the morning. I never have another Anthropology class again! imagine how i’ll feel when I never have to have another Sociology lecture again. we had to fill out an evaluation form on the lecturer & because it was anonymous I was really quite cruel. but honest! not really cruel. it’s impossible for me to be purposely cruel. doesn’t work. however I do seem to be unpurposely cruel all the time.

oh &! a couple of my clients’ sites were hacked. someone got in through sendmail! how embarrassing.

lala lalalala

today was the second Sunday in a row spent in the library doing stats, retch. surprisingly, it was all quite simple. but the girls in my group must be stupider than usual. they don’t know what they’re doing, & look up everything in their textbooks every 6seconds but still get it wrong. about a gabillion times I had to tell them why they were wrong without making them feel stupid or resentful.

then I went & sat outside with the stats girls for an hour & chattered. it was a very surreal experience for me because I can’t remember the last time I sat around & chattered with people my age. they talked about nightclubbing and shopping for “cute tops” & stuff for a while & I didn’t have a thing to say because I don’t nightclub or shop for “cute tops,” but gosh, it was very entertaining.

&! i’d requested Freud’s a young girl’s diary & it arrived today! oooyay! I shall devour it tonight in an hour flat, I bet. I remember raptly doing the same my first semester at uni upon finding it. how did I ever find it? it’s purely brilliant.

alright.. I must have some non-library stuff to say. I finished the second citylife design & emailed them both to Trina. she came over & looked at the first one last night (after i’d posted already) & kept saying “well I like it,” which I think implies that she doesn’t think her boss will like it. but my mumm likes it, so there. 😛

a pimp & a prostitute too

now my weekend is half over! but soon it will be holidays. I am so worn, drawn & exhausted all the time, & thinking of everything i’ve yet to do. today I moved 30 accounts from 3 small servers to one great big new one, which was a long & horrid job. then I designed a mock for citylife magazine, which is based on an old unpuppet design! but different. i’ve still to do another one, & i’ve already got the basic idea of it, i’m scanning the logo for it right now. it’s at 61%, & is taking a while because i’m scanning it so big.

what else? I rewrote my notes for my last stats lecture into neatness. I walked the dogs, & got a prickle in my foot & a billion grass seeds in my skirt. I watched Ed & I do have a crush on him. I received a birthday card from my dad?

i’ve found that if I end my sentences upwards, as though they are questions, when they actually aren’t, people very often say “what?” despite having heard me. i’ve been testing it.

otherwise. generally down. nothing to say.


uni was fun today. stats is getting easier! hurrah! correlation & linear regression are nothing compared to t-test & power. I hate t-tests & power.

in sociology the tutor asked “who watched dateline last night?”
& I made a *pfft* noise.
& he said “it does affect your life! you should have a political stand!”
& I said “i’ve too many assignments to have a political stand.”
& he said “well the way you dress suggests a political stand.”
& I thought it does?

one of the girls in that tute is called Linda & everyone thinks she is a lesbian because she’s a feminist & activist for all kinds of things & has very short hair dyed orange & doesn’t shave her legs. we were talking about generalisations & whether they are wrong or if there are fair ones, & were suggesting ones that could be fair (I don’t think any are fair).
the boy with one eye said “all women suck at cricket.”
so Linda fired back in 0.4358906235 of a second: “all men are rapists.”
she’s great! & because of her i’ve decided not to shave or wax my legs for at least a month, because I too want to be great. & I hate shaving my legs.

& now it’s Friday! 100hurrahs! I just walked the dogs & am trying to teach Lila to sit, but she only does when I hold up a dog biscuit. if I don’t have one she just won’t. bad dog. &! someone had stolen some of my graphics & put them on his site. so I signed his guestbook saying “hello. i’ve noticed your theft of my images. please remove them, or i’ll do it for you. thanxxx.”
he emailed me saying “Go ahead remove them – it would be too much a pain in my ass to try and figure out wich of your graphics I was insane enough to ever use in the first place.” & then told me if I didn’t want people to steal my stuff I should use a no-right-click script. so! I emailed his host telling them about it & asked them to close his account, & 5 minutes later they replied saying they had! gosh! I hadn’t even provided proof.. although i’d said I could if they asked, & I would have. but that was hurrah, too. the end.


today went fast! I had a tutorial at 10. the tutor gave us each either a 1 or a 2 (I was a 1) & said “all 1s go out onto the balcony for a few minutes.” so we trooped out there & chattered about exams & stuff. then she came out & said “who’s feeling positive today?” & 6 people raised their hands (out of 10) (I didn’t raise mine). we went back inside & she said to the 2s “who’s feeling positive today?” & they all raised their hands. & do you know why? ’cause she told everyone to shake each other’s hand & say “I wish you health & happiness.” how unfair! I want health & happiness, too, damnit!

after that I went to meet Georgia at a cafe. & hurrah! it was simply awesomely. I got there first & was reading with an orange juice when I heard a “hi!” & she just sat down, smiling. she’s exactly the same, but with shorter hair. darling girl. I wasn’t an idiot at all, & it was only slightly awkward. after lunch we went shopping, I posted a boxx of lovelie stuff to a lovelie person, & then she had to go ride horses & I had a lecture on.. abnormal psychology! yay! i’d been waiting all semester for it.

I walked into a door

I woke up at 4am and lay half dreaming until I realised I was on the floor, I turned on the radio & all that would come out was horrid overwhelming tribal beats, no matter what the station, & even if it wasn’t a station at all! turned it off immediately. & started going through my two shoeboxes full of letters from my friends when I was 16 & moving all over the country leaving them behind. they were all so cheer-full, I looked at a photo of us all in a line with cheeky chesire grins in our drab school uniforms splattered with water-fight water for about an hour. I can’t remember the me I was.

then! let’s see. had my usual croissant with very, very finely sliced cheese, and raspberrie cordial, of course, diet, because there is far too much sugar otherwise. checked my email & set up new hosting accounts & such. I was on ICQ for a while.. & as a result nearly missed my bus, which would be nothing unusual. on the way I took heaps of pictures of reflections in the windows, but none turned out right. walking past a bar I wished I could photograph the smell, it’s so pervasive, and so identifiable as “bar.”

I visited every second-hand bookshop in town, wandered around the esplanade lagoon and photographed a stretching pelican with a crowd of pigeons. dropped my eyeshadow box & it smashed into a thousand pieces, so I need new eyeshadow. walked right into a doorhandle & now have a lovelie round bruise on my forearm (“I walked into a door!”). bought two books and an astro boy comic, which I took out to read on the bus home, & then left it behind on the seat!

I hate big brother with a passion. it is the worst television show of all time, & I wish, I wish it would die a horrible, painful & agonisingly slow death.

silent static idiot

got back two of my essays today! anthropology essays. I got a HD for the race one and a D+ for the war one. I am doing much better than I have previous semesters, despite a lack of any English & Art classes.

& my hair has grown long enough so I don’t need to wear a hat after washing it to make it lie flat anymore! yay! I really hate hair that sticks up, unless it’s really short. like one millimetre short. I need to dye it again already. my [natural] hair is much darker now then it used to be, but that could be an illusion..

I met my stats project group & we talked about what we’d done. which wasn’t much. one of the girls I intensely like, she is so adorable, & so self depreciating. I notice more & more that I must be the only person on campus who hasn’t a friend, who walks everywhere alone.

Georgia wrote back. she wants to meet for coffee/lunch on the Esplanade on Thursday at noon. shock. shock. I am so nervous, & so happy, & so scared. I don’t have cofee/lunch. I don’t meet for coffee/lunch. & I have class all day Thursday, but I told her i’d meet any time.. what will happen? don’t let her be scared of me. i’ve changed so much. she must have too. don’t let me be a silent static idiot with nothing to say!

Go, Anna

oh, today was Sunday, & I had to have some work on my stats project done by Monday. So I was all set to do it today, but then I realised I couldn’t do it because I needed a program that is on the computers at uni! So I went to the library from 2-5, because it was only open from 1-5. & there was hardly anyone there, ’cause it was a Sunday, &! I saw the hugest goanna on the bridge across the creek going up to the library. It ran away from me & finally jumped off the bridge it was so scared, but it was huge. I was scared of it, but still took some pictures of it, but no good ones because it was running away the whole time.

I stopped at Smithfield on the way home. every time I cross the road there, I remember how my mother fell so heavily on her face. it makes me so very uncomfortable to think about, because she has so much dignity, and it all fled with the blood pouring off her face & the one sob she let escape. such small things affect me so very much where a few years ago I wouldn’t’ve thought of them a second time.


well I am slightly infuriated. i’ve been waiting for unpuppet.com to propagate to a new server, which it hadn’t seemed to be doing at all. I thought i’d log into the control panel just to check up on things, and I see that 200mb of data transfer has been used. uh oh, I think. that means it’s propagated elsewhere but not here, yet! which means I haven’t been getting all of my mail! & gosh. I was too right. I logged into the server & there was just piles & piles of mail from as far back as when i first updated the nameservers.

one of them was from Georgia! a big & lovelie surprise, because she finally (!) decided we must catch up, so we are going to visit sometime next week, hopefully! I just emailed her back, shamed for the length of time, but it was completely un my fault. anyway. I hope I don’t scare her away, because i’ve changed quite a bit since I knew her, & my personality is a bit.. well, it scares people away.

also, when Trina came over to pick up the baby she told me she’d been visiting my site (if you’re reading this, Trina, hi!) when either her boss or someone she works with (can’t remember) peered over her shoulder & liked the stuff i’d made. so he wants me to make some arts for his magazine! & maybe a website. but magazine arts! yay! that would be great funs. I was surprised when Trina said she had thought I wouldn’t be interested. but then, she thinks I don’t drink (hee). actually, i’m just teasing her in case she ever finds this bit. I don’t drink. *snort*

& that is funny because I hadn’t decided whether or not i’d actually put this on my site yet. at the moment it’s just on the computer, a test thing to see if I can keep it up. if I do, maybe I will put it up, but hidden. because I don’t want everyone to think that i’d think they’d actually find this crap interesting.


last night, after preparing for the discussion, it was too late to start on the stats project, as I had to get up early in the morning, so I went to bed. & lay there for 4 hours, unable to sleep. I wanted to get up & do things, I had all these ideas blossoming in my overhyperactivated brain. but I couldn’t get up & do them, because I had class in the morning! ooo. it was so frustrating. & only got about 3 hours sleep.

I woke up with mild hayfever, so I took half an avil as I usually do. only when I got to my lecture it got very bad, so I took another half avil, since the first one hadn’t seemed to help. then I thought once I got out of the lecture it would go away, as it was in the dusty lecture room, not the theatre. only it didn’t go away, so an hour later I took a whole avil, because I didn’t want to be sneezing during the discussion. but it still didn’t go away, & I sneezed constantly during the discussion, & had to blow my nose 50times a second.

when I got home I took another whole avil & went to bed to sleep for three hours. I thought when I woke up it would be gone, but it wasn’t. i still have it, & i’ve taken another whole avil since waking up. it’s terrible. my nose hurts from blowing it, i’ve a headache & hot & cold flushes & I can’t concentrate on anything. can’t do any work, can’t read, can’t write, can’t do anything except complain, & I can’t even do that out loud because it’s rude & everyone feels sorry enough for me as it is.

if the allergy specialist can’t find what i’m allergic to i’m going to demand surgery. I don’t care any more. this oh so completely sucks my great aunt’s balls.

o herro

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quite violent mood swings today. I was supposed to update atlantisbeachside.com with some articles, but got so impatient I stormed out of the office & stayed in my dark, dark room for an hour. I also got very sad, and cried a bit, and afterwards didn’t feel so very sad, and dozed for a while.

I finished uploading unpuppet.com to the new server and updated the nameservers, so tomorrow or the next day it will be switched over. some of the scripts & stuff won’t work properly because I can’t be bothered to do all those heaps of little fiddly things until it’s switched.

SVU was interesting. if your baby had a rare & horrid disease causing the gradual degradation of the brain, so her sight gradually grows worse until she’s blind, hearing gradually grows worse until she’s deaf, soon can’t sit up, soon can’t move, soon can’t swallow or breathe, & then dies before the age of five, & you feed her crushed antidepressants in her formula so she goes to sleep & doesn’t wake up, do you deserve to go to jail for 25 years to life?

I have lots of homework to do. prepare for a discussion on deviance & crime tomorrow, & also at least attempt to begin my stats project.