09:59 - multigrain toast (PBH, and margarine and kaya). Coffee with milk (ugh).
Sunday, May 09, 2010
I'm thinking I want to do something stupid.
Like switching over to the new editor on Blogger so that I can shorten every post from when I started keeping track of the junk I shove daily into my mouth with a jump break, then switching back to the current "old" one because the new one is COMPLETE SHITE when it comes to sorting the layout of newly uploaded photos.
It's not like I've anything better to do ... except maybe be depressed by my job search.
Like switching over to the new editor on Blogger so that I can shorten every post from when I started keeping track of the junk I shove daily into my mouth with a jump break, then switching back to the current "old" one because the new one is COMPLETE SHITE when it comes to sorting the layout of newly uploaded photos.
It's not like I've anything better to do ... except maybe be depressed by my job search.
Saturday, May 08, 2010
I'm actually learning quite a bit about myself watching the Dogs 101 clips on Youtube.
For instance, I learned that like brachycephalic dogs my flat face is the reason behind my heinous sinus problems; and, like the English Bulldog who has to breathed through its mouth, am prone to snores and farts.
I also learned that humans, like dogs, are often judged (implicitly or not) by the Stanley Coren's criteria. Thus, stubbornness often equates stupidity.
I'm also as stubborn as a bulldog.
For instance, I learned that like brachycephalic dogs my flat face is the reason behind my heinous sinus problems; and, like the English Bulldog who has to breathed through its mouth, am prone to snores and farts.
I also learned that humans, like dogs, are often judged (implicitly or not) by the Stanley Coren's criteria. Thus, stubbornness often equates stupidity.
I'm also as stubborn as a bulldog.
Friday, May 07, 2010
My dad just called to tell me my "certificate" declaring I have "First Class Honors in English" has arrived in my other home, and that he had taken a photo and a color scan of it, and also printed a color copy, and will be emailing me the soft copy.
I think he might just be a little proud of me ... even though he - like me - realizes how expensively and utterly useless that piece of paper is.
I think he might just be a little proud of me ... even though he - like me - realizes how expensively and utterly useless that piece of paper is.
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
And then there's also twitter, which is just a fancier name for "in a hundred-and-forty letters or fewer" - or, "what I'm texting to the internets (and occasionally my friends)".
Because:
I wake up (later and later these days) and boot up and check the vacancies pages and get depressed about what looks interesting and what I think I'm qualified to apply for. They never coincide.
Then, to cheer up, I decide to think about this week's dinner menus and the recipes I'm dying to try out.
I write down grocery lists but don't go out - because my back hurts/my head feels heavy/my eyes are swollen/it's too cold/too sunny/too windy.
That's why all you see are (badly taken) pictures of what I ate.
I wake up (later and later these days) and boot up and check the vacancies pages and get depressed about what looks interesting and what I think I'm qualified to apply for. They never coincide.
Then, to cheer up, I decide to think about this week's dinner menus and the recipes I'm dying to try out.
I write down grocery lists but don't go out - because my back hurts/my head feels heavy/my eyes are swollen/it's too cold/too sunny/too windy.
That's why all you see are (badly taken) pictures of what I ate.
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