Took half an hour to take a single photo yesterday. My father insisted he could just take it for me, and got annoyed when I refused. Is it so hard to understand that I want to take my own photos, thank you so much, and it's not a photo I can call mine if somebody else took it for me?

I'm supposed to lend my digital camera to my father tomorrow, too. I dunno if I trust him with it, but I'll have to or my parents will bitch at me. Sigh. Not even what I buy with my own money is entirely mine.

People keep pleasantly surprising me. Which figures, of course. There has to be something to balance out a certain person (who lives somewhere in the USA, isn't going to be named but knows who he is if he ever read this, not that he ever has, and is acting like a five year old throwing a tantrum) unpleasantly surprising me. The Good is starting to outweigh the Bad. I might even end up being completely happy, at this rate. Imagine that.

This guy sitting on the left of me in the computer room at uni, just now, fiddled with the monitor of the computer for a bit, turning it off and on and off and on and off and on, trying to get it to come to life (the computer was turned on, the monitor was obviously in powersaving mode and therefore blank), until I got bored and nudged his mouse. And sure enough, the desktop immediately popped up on the monitor. Sigh. Technoidiots.

It's cold this morning, and threatening to rain. Somehow that doesn't surprise me at all. I wish I could have stayed in bed, warm and safe, and dreamed some more, but there's always a point where you have to wake up, stop dreaming, and adjust to reality again.

Good morning...