Archive for February, 2008
February 19, 2008 at 5:22 am | Filed under ditz drivel, the helga manual
I’ve never been one to plan for the future, nor have I been one to speculate on what I’ll be X months or years from now. I always kind of didn’t like it when people would ask me about my future plans. Where do you see yourself 5-10 years from now? Where do you see yourself IN THIS COMPANY 5 years from now? What do you hope to achieve 6 months from now? Stuff like that. I always manage to say something stupid like “I don’t know, married with 3 kids all belonging to different fathers, two dogs named Big Boy and Come Boy, four cats named Stupsi, Machiavelli, Piggy, and Love&Kisses Mandy, and a boytoy on the side?” (answer to the first question) or “I don’t know, NOT HERE, I guess? Otherwise, sleeping with the boss?” (answer to the second question) or “I don’t know, hopefully not be 80 pounds overweight and maybe develop a drug habit or an addiction to beautiful things like gasoline rainbows?” (answer to the last question). Stuff like that.
It’s pitiful, really, but it’s how I get by. Because quite honestly, unless it concerns what I’m having for breakfast tomorrow, I suck at planning for the future.
So it’s a mystery how I get from one place to another (otherwise known as going from one sucky situation to a suckier one, because that’s how my life is, basically), considering that I don’t plan. If you really must know, though, movement in my life is brought about by me painting myself into a corner or by me eliminating all options but one (the GET THE FUCK OUT option). Oddly enough, it works. Of course, that’s not the point of this entry.
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February 17, 2008 at 11:32 pm | Filed under camwhorage, events
The closest to being a girl-to-girl pornstar I’ll get.
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February 14, 2008 at 4:20 pm | Filed under Y!M conversations, joyful girl, mr wonderful
Next to my birthday, Valentine’s Day is my favorite unofficial holiday, and I never quite understood how some people can be so bitter or meh-ed out when it comes to this day. Really, people, if you’re looking for an unoffical holiday to hate, go hate that week that comes after Christmas. Ya know, that week when we’re all scrambling to drop the ten pounds we gained from stuffing our faces silly with, uh, Christmas cheese and rice garnished with rice, just so we could fit into our New Year’s Eve Outfit. An outfit we bought a week ago, when we were ten pounds lighter. Something like that. You get my point. Right? My point being: stay away from the cheese, or else you will be doomed to be single every time the 14th of February comes around.
I swear you will.
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February 12, 2008 at 11:40 pm | Filed under admin, camwhorage
Two days of “hard” work and half a day of tweaking and figuring things out and it’s finally done. I call it my “SUMMADY SAVE ME!” theme; “me” being my laptop, Veronica Mars, who had to endure my screams while I worked on this.
I simplified it and it’s my first time to use a one-column theme. The archives will pose as a problem, but what the heck, I’ll deal with it when it’s 2009.
Yay for the pen tool and Xampp, and thank gaaaad I finally got my new cPanel information. All along I thought Dragweb had suspended my FTP and Plesk access for going over my limit. Turns out, they switched to cPanel, changed my username and password, and downgraded my account to a free package. I’ll have to deal with that some other day, seeing that all I’m getting now is a free 30MB plan with 2G of bandwidth. Ooh boy.
Added an FAQ page and changed my About. That’s all. What ya theeenks? I also need to figure out where to place the Flickr plug-in. Or not.
And a picture. Yay, Mr Snowman:
February 10, 2008 at 6:15 pm | Filed under bitchin' a ride, breaking up the girl, mr wonderful
(I was supposed to upload a Wordpress theme that I created— not just modified— and guess what? I couldn’t log in to my FTP or Plesk. Why? My account’s been suspended WITHOUT WARNING OR MY KNOWLEDGE. Hurrah hurrah. FUCK THIS.)
It hits me at the weirdest times, like on my way to the bathroom he uses when he’s at my place or worse, when I figure out a code and have to share my success as a geek with someone (which happens a lot lately, considering that all I ever do now when I’m home is code. Hello, escapism).
It’s lonely without lover.
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Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
