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Had my first lab assignment in my web development class due last night. And by "first assignment" you know that means it's the easiest assignment you're ever going to get that semester, but I found it difficult.

Javascript is a lot different than XHTML coding. I mean, you don't have to close off scripts with brackets like you do with CSS. Instead, it looks like...

var ans = prompt("Your name, please?","").toUpperCase();
if (ans=="WALLY") {
	alert ("Your name is Wally. Awesome name!");
}
else {
	alert ("Hey, your name isn't Wally!")
}

See? The first line doesn't have brackets. UGH. IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME. Only the if and else statements do, but the way it's arranged confuses me. It took me a while to figure out where to put the .toUpperCase() syntax in the code in order to make the script not case sensitive, which is what my professor required for the lab.

This is supposed to be the easiest lab, and yet I managed to spend nearly 3 hours on it. There are two other pages, one that uses more alert boxes like the example above and one that uses loops to create sequential alert boxes, each containing an integer that increases by 1 each time you hit "OK." Pointless, really.

I find the work challenging, but I'm not sure if I enjoy the challenge or if I'm just trying to make myself like it :\

I've got a quiz in Japanese tomorrow which I haven't studied for. I've sort of been spending the last hour or so learning about brown recluses. I've been trying to figure out what types of spiders I've been killing and since brown recluses can cause tissue necrosis, which is seriously disgusting and not something you should do a google image search on, I wanted to find out if those were the spiders I've been sending to Spider Heaven recently.

I'm still not sure if they are or not. Even after subjecting myself to looking at pictures of the disgusting things and making myself squirm in my seat, I still can't tell. I mean, these spiders are smaller, but I've seen several of them and I'm thinking that they were hatchlings, so of course they'd be smaller than the adult brown recluse, right?

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find much on brown recluse hatchlings other than the reference to brown recluse females, whom are able to reproduce multiple times even after only being impregnated (or fertilized, or however spiders reproduce) ONCE in their lifetime. Can you believe that? Of course a spider that has venomous bites that can lead to necrosis and, in severe cases, death would be able to reproduce as many times as they want without the need of a male to fertilize them (or impregnate them? Whatever.) after the first time.

Gotta check my bedsheets, my clothes, and everything else before I touch anything. They could be hiding anywhere, those creeps. I guess I should thank the internet for adding to my paranoia. I always check my bedsheets because I found an unidentifiable bug on them once and ever since then I've checked. Now, however, I'm going to be watching my every step. It will certainly cause me to walk much slower than I do already.

Very, very slow. Like a feeble old man.

Speaking of being old, 21 doesn't feel any different than 20. Still, the simple notion that I could get drunk off my face any day I want (except for Sundays because in Indiana you can't buy alcohol on Sundays unless it's at a bar) makes me feel freer, less restricted.

Once I hit 30, though, I'm pretty sure that's when it'll all go downhill.

I wanted to finish 4 seasons of Criminal Minds before the 5th season airs, which is on Wednesday, but I don't think I'll be able to get through 43 or so episodes, all about 44 minutes in length (I still have season 3 and 4 to go through).

Le sigh.

I haven't studied for my exam in Logic tomorrow. Not that I didn't do any homework today. I finished my assignment for my N190 class, pretending to use a tool in Photoshop which I don't have. It's in CS4, but I only have CS2 on my computer so I'm missing some things. I guess I could download it, might break my computer though and send it to its grave :\

Anyway, watched the Grammy's! Neil Patrick Harris's opening number was great. He has an awesome singing voice. I've watched part of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, but I hardly remember it now. I just remember him stalking this girl and meeting her in a laundromat and he acts all surprised when he sees her there and says, "Oh, what a crazy random happenstance!" It's hilarious. I love Neil.

Can't say much about the entire award show since I started doing that N190 assignment during the last hour. I am kind of pissed that reality shows get their own genre. I mean, I HATE reality shows with a passion. They're just mindless things to watch, it's not even entertaining. The only thing I hate more than reality shows would probably be Gumby. I don't think I could watch Gumby ever again, that green... clay blob used to haunt my fucking dreams when I was a kid.

Ah, it's 2:30am. I should probably go to sleep now. I need to study for that exam tomorrow in the morning before I go to class.

Mom is heading out with my cousin tonight/tomorrow morning for their road trip to California! WOO. PARTY @MY HOUSE.YEAHHH.

No, just joking. I hate parties.

I don't even really want to celebrate my 21st, but my family is so intent on getting me shitfaced when I go into town next week that it's kind of scary.

Wait, scratch that. I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO IT AT ALL. Me, getting shitfaced? I don't drink, which means I have no tolerance, and that, my friends, means that I will have like 4 drinks if that and I will already be throwing up over my own shoes.

It will be horrible and I'll feel like complete shit the next day.

My mom is going to be out of town during my birthday, but my aunt and uncle were nice enough to offer to take me out. I'm going over there tomorrow night for dinner, going to raid their dinner table and steal all the free food. (wait, can you even steal free things? probably not.)

I've been thinking of how I'm going to make the animatic that's due in my class for our final. I'll try to see if I can draw anything since that's pretty much what it's about. I can't believe we have to use AfterEffects. Like, wtf. I don't want to use that program. I already created a stupid Facebook and Blogger account for your stupid class, don't make me install a program that'll eat up my already non-existent RAM on my 10-year-old laptop.

Okay, it's not 10 years old, but it could be.

Oh, it could be.

OK. Nevermind. After Effects is kind of awesome-looking. Part about lack of RAM on my laptop still holds true though.

Anyway, my sleep schedule has been fucked up because of my classes. I've been going to sleep at 6-7am and waking up at 11am. Ughh not good. I'm not tired yet. I think I'm going to have to watch a few hours of Criminal Minds before I can go to sleep.

Not that that's much of a bad thing though. Matthew Gray Gubler ftw.

So, I stumbled upon a nice site for color palettes for the lazy people who don't like to think up their own color schemes and for the unambitious people who don't like to waste time thinking up their own color schemes.

'So, what is this awesome site?' you may ask. Well, it's COLOURlovers of course!

It's pretty cool. You can download patterns and color palettes to use on your website or in a layout. They even have a section called 'Trends' where they post up color palettes from professional websites and magazines. It's amazing, really. I spent 2 hours looking at it when I could have been watching Criminal Minds. (Yes, I am still in the midst of watching season 1. I can't believe how long it's taking just to watch 22 episodes, albeit they're 44 min. each since it's normally a 1-hour long show w/ commercials, but still! ...I'll fangirl about that later.)

Anyway, I forgot Epik High's album was coming out today, or yesterday in South Korea. I wonder how long it will take for someone to upload it.

Speaking of uploaders, though, you know what I really love about albums that are uploaded the day they come out? There are a bunch of dumbasses who rip the CD at, like, 96 kbps and it's just ridiculously bad. I hate it when that happens because then I have to download a better version of it later when, really, people should learn how to edit the fucking OPTIONS when they first go to rip it.

But I can't really complain, or at least my conscience is telling me I shouldn't, because I am getting these things for free and it's not like anyone had to upload it. I should be grateful. Yes, 'should be,' but not necessarily 'am.' It's not like I download everything though, just some things. And as for music, I end up buying the albums that I truly like, unless it's completely out of my way and I'd have to pay $7 for S&H. It may not seem like much, but if it's only a $10 album, $7 is a lot.

Man, I need to get a job.

I am going through an f-ing Criminal Minds marathon today because I just downloaded the first two seasons! I am so excited, it's not even funny.

It's times like this when I wonder what I would do without the internet and without those heavenly individuals who are kind enough to upload shows for people like me who never watch TV. I have a problem keeping up with schedules normally, TV schedules included. I actually managed to keep up with Bones before, but that was at my aunt's house and that was years ago.

Oh, and I watched The Vampire Diaries despite my brain telling me, "Hey, I just thought I'd let you know that I'm going to KILL YOU very SLOWLY if you get sucked into the evil that is vampire mania."

The Vampire Diaries is sort of like Twilight in the sense that there's radomly placed, cheesy lines that make you want to puke and giggle at the same time (no, really, they were BONDING over the fact that they both keep DIARIES), and there's this sorta, kinda cute vampire guy that is totally crazy over this human girl and, oh dear, they can't be together because of the whole "I am a vampire and I will suck your blood and eventually kill you and then wallow in my own sadness for the rest of eternity" thing, which is understandable. But SERIOUSLY, what the hell is up with all the stalker!vampires? It's like they have nothing better to do with their time than stalk pretty girls all day. It's ridiculous.

However, The Vampire Diairies is a lot more likable than Twilight, which I suppose isn't saying much, but there are NO SPARKLY VAMPIRES and that is obviously A HUGE REASON WHY IT'S A LOT BETTER THAN TWILIGHT.

Can you tell that I hate sparkly vampires? When I saw that in the movie, I started laughing, and then I realized no one else around me was laughing and I was like, "Oh. That's supposed to happen?"

In the words of The Joker, "Why so seriousssss?"

Then again, I've never read the Twilight books, and as much as I am naturally curious about these things, I will not subject myself to reading those books if only because I would like to keep my sanity. And my remaining brain cells. No offense, Stephanie Meyer, but I've heard things and I don't want to read about how good-looking Edward is every fucking three sentences in the book. That just doesn't fly with me.

Apart from vampires, I've also been watching the Scifi or Syfy channel lately. I hate that spelling, "Syfy." It makes me want to pronounce it like "SEE-FEE" and that is not cool. But Kevin Sorbo was in 2 movies that I watched, although I didn't watch the entirety of either of them because I was sort of on my computer and my attention span when in front of a computer makes the rest of the world nonexistent.

However, the girl from The Vampire Diaries was in one of the Kevin Sorbo movies I watched. I don't know why I continuously refer to people in their acting roles. For example, I couldn't stop calling Kevin Sorbo "Hercules," and then there was this episode in Criminal Minds with James Van der Beek from Dawson's Creek, and his name was Tobias in the episode, but I just referred to him as Dawson. He did really well in that episode with the whole voice-altering thing he did. Twas freaky.

And no, before you say anything or try judging me, I was not one of those people who watched Dawson's Creek. Well, only if I came across it and only if there was nothing else on TV. I was more of a Charmed fan. I also watched Angel, which, you have to admit, is shitloads better than Twilight.

OK. I'm done. I shall make myself breakfast now and then go onto watching Criminal Minds. I hope you enjoyed this edition of "Alyssa Writes a Pointless Entry In Which She Wastes Your Time and Subsequently Destroys Some of Your Brain Cells!"

After the conversation you were done.
Telephone off the hook, you're nowhere.
Can we survive through all the bitterness
trying to break apart my faithfulness?

You won't tell me that it's not what you want.
"Sorry."
Not what you want.
Don't speak again.

Every sidewalk passerby, my sigh
echoing down the road in dial tone.
Every street that I stopped to confess,
offering every moment faithfulness.

You won't tell that it's not what you want.
"Sorry."
Not what you want.
Don't speak again.
Not what you want.
"Sorry."
Not what you want.
Don't make a sound.

Via Satellite - Faithfulness

I wrote an entry that explained, in pretty good detail, what my childhood was like. It's hidden though (because I'm super evil like that). I've never told anyone about my childhood because I'm not ignorant - I know other people have had much harder lives compared to me, I'm not like some people who feel like complaining about their lives to other people and gaining their sympathy, assuming that you would get any, and that will somehow make everything better.

Because it won't. I'm not ignorant enough to think it will and I don't need people to feel sad for me or pity me, that's not how it was like back then, there's no reason why it should be like that now.

But ignorance is bliss. Sometimes I find myself feeling a bit envious of people who can go through life, thinking nothing of anything but themselves, acting as if their life, their experiences, their trials are the only things worth thinking or talking about when there's so much going on outside of that little bubble they've constructed around themselves. Not that I hate these people or anything, but if you're telling me that your parents had a fight, I'm not going to give you any sympathy more than a pat on your shoulder and telling you it will be alright.

I've spent my life listening to others, hearing about their problems. I don't have a problem with it and I'm glad that people come to me for advice because they know that I've learned enough about some people to know what is right and what is wrong. But there are times when people make something out of nothing. Maybe they just like sharing their experiences with me, maybe they actually feel really bad about it because I, of all people, should know that everyone has different strengths. Not everyone can be that person who fights for what they think is right without thinking about the other people around them, not everyone can survive their childhood alone and crying.

I don't like emphasizing my problems because I don't like putting myself up for speculation, and I don't want people to know what I really think, how I think, or how fucked up my head actually is, and I'm pretty sure my head is really fucked up. I think too much and I don't care nearly enough.

For me, arm's length is the best distance to keep people, and I've already convinced myself that my problems don't matter as much as others. So I don't share and I'm going to keep that entry hidden. It was sort of written like a story anyway.

Other people need books to tell their stories and share them with the world, I only need several paragraphs and I don't need to share them with anyone.

First off, what the fuck is up with the tags? It's like a tag-list, and it's styled like a tag-cloud. It's a hybrid of both and for some reason my brain just refuses to interpret it correctly. It bothers the usually dormant OCD part of my brain, but I suppose I can get used to it. Why the fuck am I talking about that anyway? Useless.