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The closest to being a girl-to-girl pornstar I’ll get.
MY OWN THEME, HUZZAHZ.
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:
HELGA & ALLAH COOKING GHETTO STYLE.
Lover going back home in a week. Would rather not talk about how much this devastates me. Maybe when the dreaded day comes.
Today, to keep my mind off of things, I put on some happy music (aka Hanson) and decided to make some carbonara. I whipped out the instructions my dad dictated to me while he drove me home from the grocery a couple of weeks ago and began the therapeutic process of cooking. Nevermind that everything I cook has this tendency to make my stomach stage a mutiny against the rest of my body (or maybe that was just that one time I put too much olive oil in my pesto).
Halfway through it, housemate #1 came home. So I give you: Helga and Allah, Cooking Ghetto Style. That’s what one gets with an ill-equipped kitchen.
KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PAN, PLZ. AWAY FROM THE TUMMY.
SOMEONE’S A STUDENT.
First day of formal web design class today and I was royally bored for the sole reason that I had to endure four hours of basic html/xhtml— stuff that I learned on my own when I was 12. Almost over ten freakin’ years ago.
The youngest in our small class of five is this 13-year old dude who just graduated grade school. He said he’ll be moving to the US for high school and he’s taking up web design so he could earn money during the wait (or something like that. The moment he said he was 13, I lost all interest). Several times, I heard him exclaim “I’m just a kid!” when we were made to work on an exercise). I kept thinking: “how lucky is this kid?” When I was 12 and had just discovered gURLpages and the wonderful world of HTML, it never hit me that I could make a career out of making and designing websites. There were no schools that offered courses or classes on it back then (hell, the school I’m attending now was founded only 7 years ago). I was just a kid fooling around with WYSIWYG editors, outlining her layouts and content on notebooks, and doing her best to make sense out of strings of code and tags.
I was young and stupid, though. Not realizing my full potential (naks!) at an early age and not taking seriously the fact that I knew how to code (during a time when all my peers did was chat on mIRC and ICQ and host their photos on face-pic.com), I merely dicked around the innurnets and went down the blogging path. Ten years later and I’m still dicking around. All I have to show is a good grasp of HTML and CSS and some knowledge on PHP. I am SO left behind. I don’t even know Flash! I only have Photoshop CS2! I just recently started using the pen tool for cutouts and I still prefer the lasso tool! I still code using Notepad!
Anyways, finally, I have a goal (one that isn’t amoral and doesn’t entail anything illegal): to be the first student to ever get a certificate of excellence from my school. The final project is to create a fully functional website and it’s quite alarming, how easy and simple it is. Did I just waste my mother’s money? To make up for the expense, I’m seriously tempted to make a porn site.
My new favoritest thing in the world: Hershey’s Cookies ‘n’ Creme milk drink. I was STAAAARVING the whole day because I forgot to eat the whole Sunday and I didn’t have time to ingest anything but coffee this morning, so I was super glad to come home to this (yeah, I’m shallow and easy to please like that):
Yummers.
HAIR-RIBLE. OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS. MAYBE.
I’m due for a haircut; I’ve been due for one since, I don’t know, 1993. Okay, so maybe just late last year, but it feels like forever. My last haircut was April 2007 and the reason I’ve left my hair as is is because I want Norah Jones-esque curls. Except my mom said curls won’t suit my fat face and quite honestly, I think I agree. That, and my dry ends make brushing my hair a pain. So it’s time for a haircut.
Or maybe waves, not curls? Gaaah, I really want non-straight hair:
Egh. I’m bound to do something useless and just have the stylist at Fix do the usual: chop off two to three inches and add more layers. A stubborn and most lilkely to be wrong part of me wants bangs. Again. Even though the last time I grew them out and once again had normal layered hair, a gay friend looked at me and noticed FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE MONTHS I’VE KNOWN HIM that I wasn’t “hideous” (that was the exact word he used).
Anyhoots. Bangs or no bangs?:
I know, I know. I have no non-retarded photos of me with bangs. Or without bangs. I am apparently incapable of just looking at the camera and not smiling or grinning like an idiot.
I’d like to go for a bob or super short hair, but I haven’t had short hair since forever:
HELP.
That’s all. Nothing exciting happening. My unemployed ass revolves around books, DVDs, and Sims 2. A conversation with the lover that took place the other night:
Helga: You know, our sims have sex everyday.
Lover: Nagpaparinig ka? (Trans: what are you trying to say?)
Helga: I should be able to just click on you: cuddle, kiss, make out, woohoo.
Lover: Oh my god.
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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. 
