I'd Still Rather Go Ice Skating

Hey you there, the Jolliest Christmas to you. :D
My sincerest apologies for the belated greet but, as you know, 2012 is just around the bend so I've been awfully busy with New Year's business and what not; the whole family has been. And oh, dad's here too, practically knee-deep in the hubbub of the ongoing New Year preparations. Well, not exactly but you know, he's getting stuff done; to the house, particularly. :D It's all quite exciting. :))

We were clearing out Jason's room yesterday and there I found my old inline skates. Jason's supposed bedroom currently doubles as a sort of storage room, bursting with boxes and boxes of stuff from papers to widgets that date back to who knows when. It had to be sorted out sooner or later. No better time than the present, I reckon. :))

These inline skates of mine have been with me, if my memory serves me right, almost 7 years now. I believe I got them when I was a wee 11 year old girl. What's awesome is that they still fit, snug like a glove. I guess not having had really grown all these years does have its advantages. :))

Behold, the Adventures of Daddy and Co. LOL.
I'll leave you with random pictures from our ventures of massive fun since I'm just way too tired to bother elaborating on anything. :)) 

Bah, I'll upload the rest some other time. I have a reunion to attend to tomorrow; ought to get some shut eye. And oh, we've got hamsters. :) You'll have to wait till I get better pictures of them though. Fidgety little critters won't let me take a good shot. LOL. OH WELLZ.

Before I go, let me show you what I gave CJ for our class's gift-exchange thing. :D

It's a notebook with a grenade-mold cover. It's an awesome notebook. And, quite honestly, I gave it away with the heaviest heart. LOL. But I guess it's alright. :)) I could always buy myself one. :D

Get well soon, me.
And good morning, everyone.

No One Ever Bothered to Perfect the Jetpack

There is no hope for me. :))
Would you believe me if I told you I'm in class right now?
I'm in class right now and would rather blog. Or sleep. Or both. Or eat. Or all three at once. Heck, I'd even rather go home and clean. Everything, and I do really mean everything, but coding sounds fun at the moment. Wish I had the the same level of enthusiasm for coding programs as I have for blogging and making blogskins. Actually, given how much I admittedly enjoy doing those things, I think even a miniscule fraction of a fraction of it would do me wonders. Good gravy, why do I just have to be so visual?

I hate how plain the CMD looks.
Most especially, I hate how I never need to use photoshop.

I love photoshop. We're like the best of buds.
I actually wouldn't mind as much if I still had the time for random edits but I often never have enough. And when I do insist on having random photoshop sessions in hopes of keeping myself sane, I suffer the consequences. It's not fair.|:

Well anyway, that's probably enough negativity for one day. Happy thoughts. :D

Earlier this morning, we finally had our JavaServer Pages report for Programming Languages and it went marvelously. I feel silly for even worrying as much as I did. Silly Joey. :)) I suppose this goes to show that, sometimes, the worst of things happen only in your head and things are never really as bad as they seem. :))

I Want My Own Domain

I guess from now on, I'll make a habit out of posting pictures of places I'd rather be. :D
Hey there, you! :D Top of the evening.
I reckon you noticed the layout change. :D

Not quite though with it, I'm afraid.

How I planned it.

Turn out.

I haven't changed much of anything and it's rending me unrulingly insatiable. But it's best that I let it lie since I've been working on it since noon. It's nearing midnight now; I think I've done enough editing for today. Nothing much going on tonight besides realizing how irksome I find Nuffnang ads to be. Hippidy-moo.

An entire day free of all academic obligations and I waste it away doing this. It's all too awfully upsetting, really. But yeah, bygones.

I can tell it'll be a rather stressful week from here on end.