Dream

• I am a girl. I don’t have any “member”, “pen1s” or anything similar between my legs. Would I have one, I would probably live with its size.
• I do not want to get a university diploma from the web
• I know I joined your blabla fanlisting with the following information
• My bank doesn’t email me to ask for my password
• African princes don’t know my email address
• African princes don’t email random people to ask them to hide millions of dollars for them
• I don’t have a house and don’t need any mortgage
• I don’t have any fucking PenPal account
• I love porn, thanks, but not in my email
• I have no problems accepting my aging
• I have no girlfriend
• If I don’t send this email to 262706 people in the next 15 minutes, 262706 less people will be annoyed by this goddamn chain letter in the next 15 minutes
• I don’t need a free version of Windows
• I don’t care what 0EM software is

I love my job. But it hurts my poor little eyes so much…and my head too…I’m up to 20 hours on the computer in the past three days. Ouch.

I’ve finished making the site Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional (the site I mentioned in my previous post). I’m currently working on creating a script that will allow them to handle the businesses directory on their own, online, without needing to edit manually and upload with FTP. I have, up to now or will be making:

• Add, edit or delete business through simple forms
• Link each business to its profile, unless the business has a website, in which case its name will be linked there
• Sort businesses by city and by “secteur”
• Search businesses by name or by keyword
• Profiles for each business with name, owner, phone and fax numbers, address, email and activities / services

I think I might eventually modify the script a bit to publish it, after which I will probably be spending my time making scripts because I discovered how much fun it can be. There are many scripts I’d love to write: a joined fanlisting script, rather complicated, with image and text links as well as unlinked fanlistings all on the same page, a playlist script, a link directory script, a comments script for my subpages (will be working on this one before the others), and maybe more.

This is my second day at my job. “Is” like in “I is not working at the moment but I should be”. 15 minutes before dinner break.

I work in an office, to redo the local SADC website. As you can see from the site, it seriously needs being worked on. It was done in FrontPage, which in itself is a good reason to redo it. It also includes more proprietary attributes than Internet Explorer itself can handle, Javascript all over the place, things that behave weirdly, and much more fun things. It also is entirely HTML (or is without the Javascript and crappy things), which means it is a pain to edit when you don’t know anything about it.

I have successfully turned it into a fully XHTML transitional website after about 11 hours of work. I am now working on creating a script that will enable the owners of the site to edit the database of businesses that is on it without too much pain. I am now truly discovering the marvel of PHP books.

I really don’t feel like I’m working. It’s like I’m just doing the same thing I do at home, except that I’m not home…There however is a great disadvantage (beside not being allowed to get up once in a while to eat, go outside or sing): 8 hours a day on the computer is a pain in the eyes. And then, when I come home, what pastime can I have?

I finally decided to actually read Harry Potter. But since I don’t want Mrs. Rowling to be overwhelmed by too much money, I’ve been a nasty little girl and actually downloaded the four first books from the web. Mwahaha.

Why didn’t I read them any earlier? Because I’m sick and tired of hearing about nothing but this book, and because my mom told me she didn’t like the style in which they were written, finding them way too childish.

Why did I start reading them? To stop saying I hate something without actually having taken a look at it. I’m however already strongly biased and quite convinced that I will not like them. Already, the beginning sounds so Tolkienish, with the Dudleys being “the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense”. Doesn’t that sound like a very Hobbitish description?

I’m leaving in a month, on August 15th. I’ll go to Montreal first to bring some — or rather lots of — luggage and buy some furniture because, at the moment, I have none at all for my room. Then I’m attending a wedding on August 19th. On September 1st, University greets its new students in cinema. On September 5th or 6th, I’m not sure which, I start classes.

In the meantime, I still don’t have a job and am bored to death in this small-ass town. I miss V and Marie. Speaking of V, he’s leaving on the same day as me. Now I have this little fantasy running through my head where we’re doing a bit of traveling together. Would be much fun. Maybe at least eat dinner at the same place. We’ll see.