on the bathroom floor

"The Truth About Forever" by Sarah Dessen is fantastic. I highly recommend it. Anyway, what I came here for was to announce that I've finally received by first paycheck! Ok so it's not exactly "official", but my mother paid me $30 for a tough and I mean TOUGH day of work designing the photo slideshow. I shall elaborate on the term "TOUGH" in this context. TOUGH= Software "hanging" 4 freaking times, the first time causing me to redo the whole album, identifying day one to day seven photos tediously, and writing comments for almost all of them. Total time= 4 hours. Ohwell. $30 is worth it. Or should I have asked for more...

Nah. Better not push it. My dad isn't done with his powerpoint slide plans yet so I can't start work. He's paying me $7 per hour as a starting pay and if/when I progress he'll raise it. It might be kinda high but he's just tryin to be nice I guess. He's making it really official by asking me to make some kind of log-sheet to track my hours of work. Feels pretty cool. I even shook hands with my dad like we were business partners. It's by time I earn myself some good money, and maybe I shouldn't mention that...

I screwed our scroller. A few days ago my parents installed a really awesome new mouse [for the computer] that is completely SEE THROUGH so you can see all the tiny cells and stuff, and the best effing part is that it rotates colours! i.e. it has a light in it and it slowly changes colours randomly. Now it's blue then it fades to green and then to red dot dot dot. However, in the words of Nelly Furtado, all good things come to an end, and a very near one at that. Today while touching up on the album I scrolled very fast and accidentally jammed the scroller in the mouse. I tried to scroll and I couldn't feel anything. I looked at the mouse and saw the whole wheel stuck inside and was all damn WTF did I do!! After closer inspection I discovered that one of the arms of the wheel [don't know if you get it but I'm refering to a little "connecting bar" that sticks out from one side of the scroller] was out of place. Being the irritating FIY person that I am I tried to push it in myself in various methods including turning the whole mouse upside-down to get the "arm" in. When I got it in place [or so I thought] I pressed it down and ended up breaking the whole damn thing. I told my dad the scroller broke and claimed that it "just broke". He wanted to dismantle the mouse to fix it back but I claimed again that the bar thing "just broke". And now I am spared with my whole family thinking that the mouse is lousy when I was the fixing ignoramus who broke it. Like phew. I'm usually the one who screws things in this house, so I should get used to this more. Blame it on the machine!

Tomorrow will be an eventful day for me. Speaking of events, I felt pretty sucky when I read about Nov 16 at school, the day I couldn't go. Heard our class got 2nd place for the "FUN" game [snort]. I feel really proud of it. 2nd place is good. If you've been in my shoes, or can understand, unless it is the end of the whole year, 2nd place is better than 1st, trust me on that. From experience, when I get 1st for anything, only 2% of my time is spent being happy. The other 98% is pure torture. And so I conclude by saying that I am more than happy that Purity got 2nd.