So my birthday came and went and I am apparently 27 years old now. Ick. As a little girl I could never imagine being older than 22. I thought I'd probably die before that.
Thanks to everyone who sent cards and things!
I have been asked why I remind people of my birthday in here ...
Rationally I couldn't care less if people rememember my birthday (and I forget other people's birthday have the time too, so I can hardly complain!!) as long as they remember me the rest of the year. But the little girl in me loves being remembered on that particular day because it feels nice, too.
And because I don't expect anyone to remember I am being sneaky and shout it from the rooftops. You can laugh at me if you want.
I am watching TV with half an eye, the remake of Sabrina is on, one of these annoying movies with a nerdy girl that gets a haircut, make-up a new dress and contactlenses and all of a sudden looks "beautiful" and noone recognizes her anymore. Yeah, right. And I just *know* that in the end she gets the guy she wanted all her life and then decides she doesn't want him anymore.
This, then, apparently is emotional growth. Of course, she ends up realizing that *other* guy has actually been the right one all along.
Has anyone noticed that there are at least 2 googles? The same search query sometimes gives different results from two different computers or at certain times. Obviously they must have several databases to make sure nothing is lost in case of a mishap, but why are there different versions? It is frustrating to call someone to tell them "hey, you are on top position in google, type in (query) and see for yourself!" and they cannot see it until days later, if ever! (Yeah, same google and exactly the same query.)
I had my first software development class today. It was alright, I like the tutor. I was thinking of changing into one of the english language groups but I think I can't be bothered. We were let off an hour earlier as there was nothing to do anymore, most tutors tell people to stay and do the homework for the following week, and as presence is mandatory, there is no way to make your excuses.
And these labs aren't a nice place to stay when you don't absolutely have to, they are sticky and people insist on turning on all the lights. And I hate neon light. I prefer working at my own computer, taking in vast amounts of caffeine whilst doing so.
But, yeah, the class. This term will deal with java applications with a graphical interface. So I think I will get to do some fun stuff.
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