to quote fran fine:

"oh - my - gwawd!"
i can smell the stupid! i just had my sunset on the beach (and a STUNNING sunset it was, the water was fantastic and there was an incredible light show) severely damaged by a girl who i can now only describe as my polar opposite. i'm sure i've mentioned her before - i took a course with her and had to carry her through the homework assignments. she's a complete energy sucker, and i didn't know how to disengage. she's of the type that doesn't get hints.

i'm trying to figure out what i'm going to do next time i see her. i would much rather do without her company :S

judgemental? yes, i am. she's not bright, has a bad attitude... is phenomenally sensitive, and i don't want a suicide on my head* so i need to be relatively nice about saying goodbye :/

*breathe*

not helping

*BREATHE*

i can't stand stupidity.

anyway, today was whinge-day, appropriately enough. i put forward a complaint concerning the nco that i mentioned yesterday, and finally, after months of despair, got back on the horse and sent through an updated version of my formal complaint against the military magazine publishing house for not letting me opt out. i quote: "until such time as it becomes mandatory for me to read your magazine, i will continue to not read it".

i got my copy of wired yesterday, and i found a surprising amount of time to read it today. in addition to that achievement, after months of suffering i managed to make my TL understand that i've been doing pointless work until now - i haven't achieved a damn thing this last quarter. we sat and planned together, and the first task i was given was done by the end of the day. i hope this lasts.

don't put developers near shiny red handles / buttons - we spent a significant part of the afternoon playing with gas levers and condoms. i have a funny video to show for it - and an amusing quote: "i've never actually had fun with a condom before".

when i got home i saw photos of protoplasm in his jester's outfit reading my mum her telegram - fantastic! ^_^

oh, yes - i called the girl from the coffee shop but she didn't answer, and she didn't call back. do i call again? i'm not familiar with the protocol.

*when i was a lad, i once went downstairs to wish my parents and all their guests a good night, and all except one got a kiss on the cheek.
"why didn't you kiss him?" - they asked, inappropriately.
"because he's so ugly!" - answered little mr. honest.
now i'm sure i'm not the reason he committed suicide, but the story is a part of my psychological make-up**.

**why did i suddenly think of the story of my father cleaning me with a hosepipe because he didn't do diapers?