Joy.
I am the ecstatic (partial) owner of a lovely 12" iBook. It's so cute. And hot and sexy. It still hasn't quite dawned on me.
A laptop. For (almost (yet mostly)) me only. For me to use. And write stuff on. No more sitting on the dreadful kitchen chair having my shoulders and back killed for hours. ...Unless I need the Internet. Which I often do. Thing is, our wireless network is passworded, and I'm not sure if my dad'll give me the password. I'll just ask him when mum isn't around and make it sound as harmless as possible. BUT IT'S NOT REALLY. HAHA.
I played with it a lot yesterday, just exploring various stuff. Had fun with voice command things. Stared lovingly at the wonderful design and layout. Stroke its deliciously smooth surface. Mmm. Lovelovelove. I can bring it places. Aww. I love it. Mm.
Julie equiddity is invading my house on Friday. I'm really looking forward to it. I'll find a way to amuse her, I KNOW IT! Do you like home made brownies, Julie? And baking? And Black Books? Yes? GREAT FUN.
I want to hang with people on Saturday. Especially people I haven't seen in some time, for example Cat and Juvielle and Sniff and Inger and Jacqueline. For example. Plus eeveryone else.
I'm suddenly given more to do at work. With interviews and stuff. I get do to more "5 on the street" and I'm supposed to do an expanded version of the regular "Jobben Min"/"My Job"-interview. I get like, half a page or something. Perhaps more? It might not sound much to you, but it seems a lot to me. I have to do research and find statistics and stuff. And I'm not quite sure how to write it. Not sure if I'm only supposed to write the questions and the answer, or if I get to overload it with descriptions and adjectives and puns and stuff. I'll find out soon enough. I'm a bit scared, since, well, loads of people read Romerikes Blad. Not sure if they read "Boligmagasinet" (an extra magazine about houses and living and stuff), but bleh. When I come to think of it, I have done similar things before, soooo, nevermind.
I want to interview (I almost wrote "married") a funeral agent or someone who digs holes in the ground for the dead. Or one of the people who prepare a dead body for funerals and stuff. Or just a guy at the cinema. I'd rather have the dead people stuff, though.
Any other ideas, by any chance?
Oops, class started two minutes ago. Have a nice day!
A laptop. For (almost (yet mostly)) me only. For me to use. And write stuff on. No more sitting on the dreadful kitchen chair having my shoulders and back killed for hours. ...Unless I need the Internet. Which I often do. Thing is, our wireless network is passworded, and I'm not sure if my dad'll give me the password. I'll just ask him when mum isn't around and make it sound as harmless as possible. BUT IT'S NOT REALLY. HAHA.
I played with it a lot yesterday, just exploring various stuff. Had fun with voice command things. Stared lovingly at the wonderful design and layout. Stroke its deliciously smooth surface. Mmm. Lovelovelove. I can bring it places. Aww. I love it. Mm.
Julie equiddity is invading my house on Friday. I'm really looking forward to it. I'll find a way to amuse her, I KNOW IT! Do you like home made brownies, Julie? And baking? And Black Books? Yes? GREAT FUN.
I want to hang with people on Saturday. Especially people I haven't seen in some time, for example Cat and Juvielle and Sniff and Inger and Jacqueline. For example. Plus eeveryone else.
I'm suddenly given more to do at work. With interviews and stuff. I get do to more "5 on the street" and I'm supposed to do an expanded version of the regular "Jobben Min"/"My Job"-interview. I get like, half a page or something. Perhaps more? It might not sound much to you, but it seems a lot to me. I have to do research and find statistics and stuff. And I'm not quite sure how to write it. Not sure if I'm only supposed to write the questions and the answer, or if I get to overload it with descriptions and adjectives and puns and stuff. I'll find out soon enough. I'm a bit scared, since, well, loads of people read Romerikes Blad. Not sure if they read "Boligmagasinet" (an extra magazine about houses and living and stuff), but bleh. When I come to think of it, I have done similar things before, soooo, nevermind.
I want to interview (I almost wrote "married") a funeral agent or someone who digs holes in the ground for the dead. Or one of the people who prepare a dead body for funerals and stuff. Or just a guy at the cinema. I'd rather have the dead people stuff, though.
Any other ideas, by any chance?
Oops, class started two minutes ago. Have a nice day!