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Sep. 23rd, 2004 05:54 pmSo I had to get a look at this new update page. Hmm. I don't like the top half, with that grey box looking like it's sitting on top of the subject field, but I think the bottom half looks much more user-friendly than before.
I'm not completely unpacked yet ie. the floor of my room is still a hash. I suppose I won't consider the room "finished" until I have my posters up and the sofa in. But my CDs and books are all unpacked, my desk drawers and clothes are sorted, and I've burnt candles, played music, slept in the room twice now, and cooked in the kitchen, so I count myself as "moved in".
I have a complaint about the kitchen. The fridge is too small. This kitchen's supposed to serve four people; the fridge has three shelves. What the hell?! And the very bottom shelf? Stuff freezes to it. I kid you not. I had to take my hairdryer to get out a jar of mayo that was embedded in ice about 3 or 4cm deep. Somebody put a chopping board on the bottom so we can set stuff on it, but that's only half of the shelf that's usable. And whoever owns that chopping board ain't never gonna get it back, oh hell no, it's stuck fast.
And who the hell thought that a good place to put a fridge is right behind the kitchen door? I mean, *slap!* Numpties.
[Additional Note: Cool. When you put in your mood, you get to preview your icon. I liken :)]
Spent today buying stuff - oven trays, plug extensions, painkillers, chopping boards, a new CD rack. Which brings me to Rhonda's ( rant of the day )
I met Miss American-Upstairs (hm, sounds like a rock song) today. She's doing a Master's in Irish Politics and is very noisy. I hear her and her mates through my ceiling. Penny, the New Zealander from next-door, came knocking at my door last night to introduce herself. And I know her! *Falls off chair* Well, I've seen her around the library and campus, so it feels like I know her. She's lovely. She's in her final year of a PhD on Irish and Celtic Studies - something to do with the landscape. And Amanda, the Taiwanese girl, is in her first year of a PhD on James Joyce and postcolonialism. (Good luck to her. I can't stand Joyce.)
And I have very sore calf-muscles. I can't work out why.
I'm not completely unpacked yet ie. the floor of my room is still a hash. I suppose I won't consider the room "finished" until I have my posters up and the sofa in. But my CDs and books are all unpacked, my desk drawers and clothes are sorted, and I've burnt candles, played music, slept in the room twice now, and cooked in the kitchen, so I count myself as "moved in".
I have a complaint about the kitchen. The fridge is too small. This kitchen's supposed to serve four people; the fridge has three shelves. What the hell?! And the very bottom shelf? Stuff freezes to it. I kid you not. I had to take my hairdryer to get out a jar of mayo that was embedded in ice about 3 or 4cm deep. Somebody put a chopping board on the bottom so we can set stuff on it, but that's only half of the shelf that's usable. And whoever owns that chopping board ain't never gonna get it back, oh hell no, it's stuck fast.
And who the hell thought that a good place to put a fridge is right behind the kitchen door? I mean, *slap!* Numpties.
[Additional Note: Cool. When you put in your mood, you get to preview your icon. I liken :)]
Spent today buying stuff - oven trays, plug extensions, painkillers, chopping boards, a new CD rack. Which brings me to Rhonda's ( rant of the day )
I met Miss American-Upstairs (hm, sounds like a rock song) today. She's doing a Master's in Irish Politics and is very noisy. I hear her and her mates through my ceiling. Penny, the New Zealander from next-door, came knocking at my door last night to introduce herself. And I know her! *Falls off chair* Well, I've seen her around the library and campus, so it feels like I know her. She's lovely. She's in her final year of a PhD on Irish and Celtic Studies - something to do with the landscape. And Amanda, the Taiwanese girl, is in her first year of a PhD on James Joyce and postcolonialism. (Good luck to her. I can't stand Joyce.)
And I have very sore calf-muscles. I can't work out why.
