Bah.

I just redesigned my site last night. But I don't think I like it and I want to redo it.... *sigh* I'm just not happy with a gazillion frames I had to use to make the thing. Definitely going to keep the pretty picture of Emma, though. That's my favorite bit.

Web design.. pfft.

Frell...

Windows 98 just ubercrashed. I'm talking those scary white error boxes, not the normal dialog boxes. So.. explorer was the first to go. Then AIM.. then I got the Blue Screen of Death... followed by a system lock up. Ugh.

That'll teach me to go between Photoshop, Dreamweaver, 4 browser windows, notepad, AIM, and Winamp at the same time... Yeah, that was probably the problem...

My day was a mess, mostly. I did my TA time, then had ET Intell. I kinda sorta didn't mean to - but kinda did - skip Painting. Again. Spent way too much time in the art building talking to Thomas. He probably cringes everytime he sees me. Anyway, painting Prof walks in and talks to him, my back is facing her. The whole time I'm thinking "please don't see me, please don't see me.." and it usually works. I should have taken that as mt cue to get the hell outta there. Instead I putz around for a while longer and go with Thomas to his office so we can figure out what I'm putting in the art show. Of course the painting Prof walks in and makes direct eye contact with mean. Meanwhile Thomas is all, "oh, look what she made, shouldn't she put it in the show?" Painting Prof says it's very good and of course I should. Then she goes, "Did you see what we did in class today?" Uh.. cutting wood? Because I did that already. "I noticed you weren't in class today." There's no denying it. I just nod and say, "Yeah." *shrug* Whatever.

Afterwards I had lunch with Annalisa, which was cool. We just sat and talked in my room for like 2 hours. She's cool. ^_^ Um... then I went to the dining hall again this time with Jen. I got some sort of malt ice cream thing. It was kinda tastey.

Worked on websites for about 4 hours. Finished most of Astrumignis and rearranged the Web Design one. Q came upstairs to mooch my desk. Which is fine, I don't care. Actually he was handy to have around when the Frat boys came calling...

They're dumb. I don't know what their issues are. Now, I know not all frats are stupid, but the majority of the ones here are. During the pledging process, they don't shower or change clothes. They all dress alike and have to go everywhere in herds. The wander campus panhandling. And whatever, but when you come to my room ask for money and get retarded, I'm sorry, but your ass is so far out of here. These boys know they aren't supposed to be doing this in the building. Well.. all except this short little asshole did. He stopped by once before. Pulled some crap about how he was Asian (he was so obviously Italian), so he understood suffering and discrimination, and why cuoldn't I just help a brother out. Ass. He comes back again with his herd and ask if they could do anything for money. So not in the mood today. I told them that I would not support the ridiculousness that was going on. Shorty said something about not supporting someone with a speech impediment. "Ridiculousnes" may or may not be a word, but it is hardly a speech impediment. and besides... who's the fucktard who's wearing dirty clothes dressed like a freak letting people piss on him? Literally. Then he gets on my case about how I am discriminating against them and what if I had a twin and we were both naked and he discriminated against us. What. The. Fuck. I could have gone so much farther, but I decided to have Q handle it. Soon as they saw the RA, the smart ones booked. Shorty played dumb and just kept going. That boy is going to get his ass kicked soon. Next time, I will not be so cordial as to hold my tongue. Next time, if they want money, that boy has to lick the toilet for $1. Just the short loudmouth.

Ugh, After that, I worked some more on sites. Q left. Windows crashed. And here I am. I think it's time for bed.