Mmm…. I’m back. I guess nobody realized, but I was away for a few weeks. Mentally, I mean. So, no vacations or fun, but the opposite. Well, when you’re a student, you must make some sacrifices, and naturally, Internet is the first one.

I miss my website and my online friends. I do know this sounds lame (a bit?), but it’s the fact. Sure, I miss my offline (real life) friends and family, that goes without saying. And it’s, well, normal. The Internet thing is a bit weird, I guess. I think I might be addicted to Internet, just a little bit.

So, I miss:
Facebook. Yes, Facebook. I miss silly games which (occasionally) make your computer freeze, block and restart (examples: YoVille, FarmVille, MyFarm). I miss the silly game that originally made me a Facebook fan: (fluff)Friends. There’s a new art competition. I might send a few of my works. I miss the people. I miss sending Gary silly Oldman.

My friends’ websites. And I do mean on Invisible-Movement.net here, though I’d love Iva to make something about her personal website. And her collective. Yes, you know what I mean. I want ****shittes. I want them now! And I love visiting other people’s sites, too.

Go.info forum. I miss the ladies, and I miss the Oldman news (see above). I miss playing “character of the day” game, or whatever is called. I miss getting Norman Stansfield as my result. And Dracula. And oh, Drexl. One mustn’t forget about him.

My websites. I have so many ideas, I want to work on my new layout. And to finally put a layout for my fanlisting collective!

Internet in general. Especially all the pointless, silly, weird websites you can find out there. Here. You get the idea.

Ok, I guess all this doesn’t really make much sense… It’s more of a “real” diary entry than a blog post… I guess it didn’t make sense to most of the readers (if there are some), sorry about that. I do my best to avoid confusing entries, but sometimes I fail miserably.

PS- I’ve just heard the news… R.I.P. Karl Malden (Mladen Sekulovi?). He was 97.

I believe this will be my new spitting soon… I just feel like posting the rant here first.

It’s about making fanlisting wills. To be completely honest, I don’t know if this trend is new or not. What’s shocking about it is the fact it exists. All over the place.

So, you join a fanlisting (yes, fanlistings again!) or someone join yours, and you visit their fanlisting collective. You get to see all of their current and upcoming fanlistings, and some brave people still display their wishlists (brave, I say, because we all know showing your wishlist can get you in a very bad position of being blackmailed by other fl owners).

But there’s another thing, and it’s new to me. Fanlisting wills. First there were K.I.M. (Keep in Mind) lists, but suddenly, they transformed into wills. Yes, wills. In short, in case they die, particular people will inherit their precious fanlistings. Right. I don’t really have a problem with it- except the fact is unrealistic… In case they do die, who on the Earth would think about stupid fanlistings? And in case they do think about them, who would be the person who’d access fls and send db tables and codes to the new owners? I don’t know how many owners remembered to leave their db settings and passwords to trusted people, just in case. Ok, I won’t continue. It’s too morbid. Writing wills is not a fun thing to do, maybe not even when you’re 95 years old, and it sure ISN’T fun when you’re in your late teens like most of the fanlisting owners.

And there’s another thing. With so many people displaying their “to kill for” lists, what would happen if someone finds their “to kill for fanlisting” on someone’s will?

Yes, I’m being sarcastic. But. Think about it. Another idiotic trend for spoiled kids who have no respect or understanding for anything more serious than the new episode of their favourite TV show. And now more and more people will follow because it is another “in” thing to have on your website.

PS- On a brighter side, I have two new friends (link exchanges): Susan (orange moon) and Lisa (auberginer.org).

I have to admit: I do like Facebook. I also have to admit it’s not because of the people (there, I said it!), it’s more about the silly games. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to send virtual drinks and flowers and Gary Oldman (I’m not kidding!) to your friends, I’m just not crazy about meeting people from the high school that were never my true friends.

Yet, I rarely block people and I do accept friends request whenever I have a clue who’s the person in question (having one mutual friend is usually enough). But yesterday I got a request from a girl from my school that never talked to me… So I don’t really understand.

I don’t remember I ever talked to this person (ok, I was a geeky girl so it’s not a surprise, but still…) She never showed any interest. Basically, all I know about her is that she started smoking in the sixth grade and that she wanted to have sex with Trent Reznor (oh, those days!)

Why would she want to be my friend, even a Facebook one? Just to have more people on her list? I don’t think she’ll talk to me today, to be honest; I don’t know how she found me in the first place.

I might be grumpy today, but this sort of things make me angry. Ok, not really angry, but definitely not amused. I admit: I do have a very low social intelligence quotient, so I don’t understand this sort of things.

It’s my birthday today. Ok, it’s only 35 minutes left until today is not “today” anymore, but still. June 1st. 28 (!!!!!!) years ago, I was just an underweight baby, born one day before the due. And one day before my mother’s birthday. I had black hair and looked like my dad.

Today, my hair is lighter, and I even have some gray hairs (oh yes, I’m getting old). I wear glasses and I refuse to believe I’m fat (like some people try to convince me). Shut the fuck up. It’s not my problem curves are not popular anymore. It’s not my problem I don’t have a body of a white woman. It’s not my problem if someone thought the last sentence was racist.

I had a nice birthday today. Nothing really exciting, but relaxing. No fuss or fighting, or anxiety and stuff like that. I watched a film. I joined many fanlistings (I tried to join a fanlisting for sex but I failed, they didn’t include my website- my mistake I guess – but when I tried to update, my info was lost. I hope it will reappear somehow.) I searched for hot pictures of Liam Gallagher (but failed to find any, which didn’t really surprise me). I listened NIN’s “Just Like You Imagined” for about 47 times in a row. Relaxing stuff like that.

Finally, my computer gave me a nice birthday present: a spyware! Well, not sure how that shit is called (spyware, virus, malware), but it was really, really cute when it tried 3472589347598 times to convince me to buy a fake anti virus program. It took me nice 45 minutes or more to remove it.

Like I mentioned, it’s my mother’s birthday tomorrow, the big 60. I promised her I’ll (illegally) download some music she likes, the only problem is, she doesn’t really know which songs she likes. That’s right, I didn’t mention illegal downloads as a problem. Not that I do that… often anyway. I am a good girl. Woman. Whatever.

Not that anybody cares, but I’m thinking on (finally) changing my layout.

This may sound like a shock, but here’s another one- I want to make a really dark, grunge layout, you know, “one of those”.

One of those that were so popular around 2003 or something. Fear not, I won’t put any emo celebrities on it, I promise. It’s just… I want to make a darkish design with many, many brushes. Don’t hate me for it.

First of all, I hate when people change their website layouts way too often… I don’t know why, I just do. On the other hand, keeping the same layout for… um, more than a year (almost 1.5 years to be exact) it’s not the smartest thing either, I admit. But I still love my layout, it may not be perfect or most beautiful out there (here?), but I like it. I can’t imagine going to jefflion.net and not seeing it.

But.

I have a certain… urge to create a darkish, “grunge” layout. Not sure why, I just want to make it, and obviously publish it. I’ll probably change my mind, but I feel like retro-experimenting.