Interlude
Holy muchinbeans, I passed! ::faints:: Thank goodness.

Meanwhile, I need to remove 3194k from my account - and I'm running out of things to delete. Quite seriously so - I'm already down to the barest minumum in my base account - there's nothing else I can really remove. I might remove the mozilla files and stuff - there's nothing left that will make much of a dent anyway. The largest file I have takes up 60 odd kb, and I'm still working on that. Something is taking up 3200 too many k's, and I need to find it and destroy it.

Ah, there we go - that fixed it ^_^ K, gotta go do homework now - end of semester and all. Lossa assignments, too little sleep.

"The question is, do people want nasally insertible computers?"
~ I don't remember.
- posted by Washi @ 2:59 pm 0 comments

 
The following post contains a lot of swearing and telling myself off for being a moron. Skip over it - you don't have to hear about it.
Cogratulate me, the fucktard has managed to mess up again.

I don't know how I manage to keep doing these things. I just don't think! You'd think at some point in my fucking existence I'd remember 'Oh yeah, think before you do shit, bitch, it might work out better that way hey?' but do I? No, I never do. And then I end up in shit or doing something that'll just screw me over because I JUST DON'T FUCKING THINK!!! And I keep messing up and messing up - until I'm surrounded by so much damn debris that I gotta wonder what the fuck I even think I'm doing here?

But these things never occur to me before. I see the words, occasionally even hear them, I have my bloody face shoved in it and I STILL don't see it. I don't get it in the slightest. What the fuck is wrong with me? It's so simple, everyone else can manage it - why the fuck can't I? No one else around here can manage to be so incompetent. I don't belong here - sure, I can do the complicated shit just fine, given time. But the simple things, the simplest bloody things... I don't even know I'm doing them wrong until someone gives me a funny look or starts yelling or actually informes me 'Oh, by the way, you can't do it this way because...'

I wish I could say this was just one aspect of my existence that got fucked up every time I tried to do something. But it occurs everywhere, from tasks as simple as 'talking without sounding like a fucking moron' to tasks as clearly complicated as 'get everything done'. I miss something that should be there, I add things that shouldn't, I miss the point completely, I'm not even on the same planet - and I'm fucking sick of it. I'm sick and tired of being stupid, I'm tired of fucking everything up, and I'm fucking sick of being so on edge half the time. But most of all, I'm sick of caring so much about it. I just want it to stop.

But the most iritating thing? The thing that makes me want to tear my scalp off and tear out my stomach (Not to mention be extremely precise in the exact body parts that I desire removed rom this equation)? That I'm always so fuckin' surprised when it happens... again. What exactly do I think I'm doing I wonder? What the hell was going through my mind that made me think that it would suddenly change?


God damn I'm a dimwit.

Rant out.
- posted by Washi @ 6:06 pm 0 comments

 
Who am I?
I am... BILL! (Snake Charmer)



You're Bill! I love you! Anyways, you're skilled in the art of manipulation. You're very strong, talented, powerful, and witty. You don't seem to have any real sense of morality, and you only let your kindness show around a select handful of people (mostly Kiddo and B.B). You do have some regret for the horrible things you've done, but won't let it interefere with your life. You respect your opponents, and you generally believe in fair game.

Kill Bill: Which Deadly Viper Assassin Are You? (Vol. II spoilers... results with pics)

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Ooo. Blogger's changed!
Unless it's just because I'm using Mozilla at the moment (I'm at a Sun terminal at the uni, using a Unix-based system. It takes some getting used to, but it's nifty), since that does sometimes happen.

Wow. It's been that bloody long since I've posted properly. I've just been so exhausted... Had a lot of work to do, while trying to squeeze in some quality CG time with a picture I'm working on. Chaos fanart - I don't know if I've mentioned it yet.

So what's new... Well, I recently got myself a secondarry archive on Deviantart - You can go there here . As it stands it's got less stuff there then my actual website (Of course. Website comes first), but it's somewhere I can filter the stupid sketches and half-finished shiznicht I do a lot of. Plus I know a lot of people there. If you're one of them, tell me :P

Mostly been at Uni. This Data Modeling assignment is starting to mess with my head - 's like the program doesn't follow the laws of SQL we've been taught...

Yes, I'm doing SQL. So shoot me. And if I get the errormessage 'not a GROUP BY expression' again... I might break something.

Bah, I'll leave it there and get down to this in ernest. I've only got 10 minutes untill my next lecture. Peace.

"How can you go wrong with 5 girls in sacks and a satanic drummer?"
~ paraquoted from 'Countdown to Eurovision'. 'Let's be happy and let's be friends!!'
- posted by Washi @ 12:08 pm 0 comments

 
So I can come back for it when I get home...
Bullet The Sky - U2

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
]from the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it’s america
Outside it’s america

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children who run into the arms of america

Thankyou for letting me do that :P
- posted by Washi @ 11:57 pm 0 comments