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Looking Through the Bent Backed Tulips
November 08, 2003, 11:37 p.m. So I designed my little heart out last night, and now have four none-too-shabby Hogwarts layouts sitting on my computer. But I’m hesitant to sign up for a new diary for my design site, and posting them, because . . . well . . . letting people see my HTML code is like letting people see me naked . . . no, worse, like letting people see my insides. I mean, I’m not that bad naked, but I’m pretty bloody ugly inside out (and it’s kinda disappointing seeing how something so beautiful ; ) is put together). Also, I really should be studying. Gah! Exam on Monday! I’ve been getting some comments from people recently, about my apparent maturity. I really don’t think I’m that mature, I can just always see the other person’s point of view. For example, I can see where Hitler was coming from. Not, and I stress this absolutely, that I think he was right, or that I agree with him in any way, but I can understand him. Or at least slightly. Enough not to hate him. His actions, yes, but not him. It’s a bit of a curse in that respect, actually. I can’t hate anyone. I can get angry at people, irritated with them, I can feel disgust for them, contempt, but I cannot hate them, or really wish them ill. I guess I just reckon everyone deserves to live and hopefully, improve. Hmm, this is all sounding a bit “Ooh, look at me, look how great I am, woo-woo!” Well, I bought a new pair of swimmers today. First new pair in . . . god, at least three years, probably more like four. So I must go swimming this summer, cause it cost me $85. It’s a red bikini with white hibiscuses. Hibisci? Anyway. Little-boy legs on the bottom, and a bra-type thing on top. The bottom’s probably a terrible idea, considering my hips, but stuff it. I’ll wear what I’m most comfortable with. Grr! Just let me rant a bit - I live right near a chocolate shop, and all these shopping tours in their bloody great big buses always park near my house, and right in front of the nearest bus-stop. So when I went to see Pirates tonight with the Brat, we had to go to the next bus-stop up, cause otherwise the bus would never see us, nor be able to stop even if it could. So we're walking up, and guess what goes flying straight past us before we reach the stop? Our bus, funnily enough. Bloody freakin’ shopping fucking tours! *Snarls* And now, I will go and curl up with Mostly Harmless, instead of studying for my English exam like I should. Night! (PS – does anyone know how to get two separate objects in a cell (in a table) sit at the top and bottom of it, respectively? If so, please email or sign)
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