Queen of the Fucking Universe is baaaack!
Since the launch of the new iPad things have been changing.
Everyone with old iPads are wondering why they didn’t wait for the next version (except for me cause I love my ‘old school’ iPad), and people who want to buy one are wondering if they should grab the opportunity now or wait until the third generation.
In my opinion, the new iPad isn’t all that and a bag of chips. Its smaller? Who cares, the iPad is already small. Its thinner? Really, I’ve had cellphones heavier than my iPad. Its faster? Speed is overrated.
I’ll tell you something Apple, fix the flash problem and I’ll upgrade. You can keep your speed and size changes.
That was all kind of off topic. I was really supposed to be writing about WordPress and iPads. Has anyone seen the new layouts they’ve made especially for readers with iPads?
Personally, I think they are awesome. I’m totally going to stop reading on my laptop and only use my iPad.
Every blog is like one big app. You don’t have to aim your finger perfectly to hit the right link, or make the text larger than life so that your fingers don’t hit the wrong links. Everything is clickable, slideable or scrollable. And it can still be customized by using pictures that you want as a header or cover.
Moral of this post? Find someone with an iPad and start reading blogs from there 🙂
Has anyone ever noticed how much better the british Cosmo is compared to the american?
In my opinion, its like 30 times better.
Is it even possible to get the british one is the U.S.?
Probably not. They wouldn’t want the competition I guess.
I’m lucky enough to be able to choose between 5 Cosmos each month: american, british, danish, norwegian and swedish.
The britsh is definitely number one though. In the january issue, they had this article where they compared friends to shoes. Could the american version even come up with that? I don’t think soooo.
Its totally true too. Everyone has different friends that they go to for different situations and different types of support. Its the same with shoes! Everyone has different shoes that they wear on different occasions, right?
Well, I do at least.
This is how school makes me feel:
You know you should be reading but you just can’t find the willpower to pick up your book and start.
Eveything else looks so much funner: your computer, cooking, cleaning, sleeping, partying, blogging.
Today is St. Patrick’s day and I don’t even get to celebrate because of my exam tomorrow.
Fuck whoever thought March 18 was a good day to have a database exam.
That’s right. You heard me. Pop-tarts in Norway!
I even have evidence. [see below]
I was ecstatic, well until I realized 3 things
See the price, the 69,90. Yeah, that’s about about 12 USD. I’ll say it again 12 USD for 4 pop-tarts. What is this world coming to?
I don’t think you can see the flavors, but I’ll tell you: chocolate and strawberry. Now, I’m not going to hate on pop-tarts, but if I’m going to pay 12 buckaroos at least give me some cinnamon.
Lastly, the real mood killer: I gave up snacks/candy/sweets for Lent. That means no pop-tarts. What was I thinking?!
I love how Norway is slowly but surely starting to import American goodness. We are even getting Starbucks!
Granted, they will only be at airports, but it’s a major step in the right direction!
Do frappuccinos count as snacks/candy/sweets?
I want a dog so bad!
They are so adorable, fun and companionable.
Yesterday I spent my day dogsitting the cutest little cairn terrier puppy, and it made me really wish I was in the position to have a dog.
My dream dog is a german shepard and husky mix. They are so beautiful.
But with the way my life is, I would have no time for one.
I look forward to the day that I have enough time to be able to take are of a dog the way it needs.
Here is Thia. The cutest terrier ever!
And on another note. My sister just passed her first trimester so I am finally allowed to say: I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNT. This is gonna be niece/nephew number 6, but I guess when you have three older sisters that’s not so many. Hehe.
I totally can’t wait!
Time for a rant about a program that is pivotal for my degree.
Its called MySQL which is a program for managing a database. We have to make to create, mange and write query codes for databases.
Now, I won’t go into very much detail about it, because if you don’t know about it, it will be pretty boring.
But here is the main point of my rant:
I have spent the last 2 and half hours trying to fix 4 lines of code that were 100% CORRECT! And it is totally MySQL’s fault.
The point was to write a code that shows a warning if you try to enter data in the database that dissatisfies certain conditions. Instead of getting a warning, I kept getting a message saying I had an error in the synthax of the code.
When I asked my teacher what I was doing wrong (after 2 and a half frusterating hours) he told me that my code was completely right and MySQL was having a spasm attack because I was producing the warning when it wanted to be the one to produce it.
Fucking program. That’s 2 and a half hours of my life that I’ll never get back.
I mentioned once in another post my obsession with tatoos.
I think they are amazingly awesome. For most people they tell some kind of story. They have a specific meaning.
The people who just gets tatoos on a whim are retarded in my mind, but that’s a rant for another day.
Back to my point. I love tatoos. Specifically I love Ed Hardy style tatoos.
A lot of people think they are too violent, kind of emo and shit like that. But I think they are captivating.
They almost always have vibrant colors that you can’t help but admire.
Take for example this pair of Ed Hardy shoes (I didn’t buy these exact ones, but a pair almost like these).
His talent is unending.
I have known for years now that I am one of THE most tone deaf people on this planet.
Like, for serious, no joke.
I don’t know if everyone did this when they were younger, but my sister, our best friend and I used to play this singing game. What we would do is, one person would put on head phones and a song of their choice, and would have to sing the song without hearing what they sounded like.
Basically the other two just had to laugh.
For my sister and our friend, it was uber fun. They were good singers, so really, it was just me that got laughed at.
That didn’t bother me. By then I had totally embraced my tone deafness.
The one thing I never realized (until I stumbled upon this little piece of typography) is that I can use my tone deafness to help get a better outlook on life.
There is no problem too big for my tone deafness to conquer.
Next time you have a problem to deal with, just sing.
If you’re anywhere as bad as I am, you’ll feel better for sure.