Can I just say: I am a really nice adorable polite person and don’t engage in the sending of nasty emails unless they deserve it and I get all, “Ohhhh now you have to hear of my rage, because fuck you”. Even if the end result was pretty tame.
I first signed up at Holdfire in June 2011 because bloggers I really respect/fangirl over recommended it. I had lurked their forum for years without joining because I was so intimidated – they were my internet celebrities! ♥ I did eventually join (they said they liked my layout and I fainted), but that was right before I became obsessed with dolls and started spending all my time on DOA ajkl;sflkjfsd.
It turns out that I joined Holdfire well after its glory days, and I’d missed the part where my idols were no longer recommending this webhost. WHOOPS. In fact, they were warning everyone to switch hosts asap, but I hung on because I had faith that it’d improve. NOPE:
- Holdfire’s customers were never told about its new owners.
- We were never told that Holdfire had become Flared Host (wtf??). The Holdfire site doesn’t even redirect to Flared Host. Do they really expect us to start paying invoices to a company we’d never heard of before?
- We were never told when anything happened to the servers that might result in downtime.
- Judging from Twitter, everyone was affected by downtime. Any support tickets I’d send to Holdfire/Flared Host/I-dont-even-know were ignored.
- If I ever needed to visit my site, I’d genuinely be surprised if my website was up. That’s insane!
Whether it’s Holdfire or Flared Host, stay away from them both! I’ve been with namecheap for a couple of months now. They are amazing and wonderful and I love them.
I have a friend in Florida at the moment on the Disney International Programme working at Disney World. I spend every day being jealous. When we were talking about it last year just after she was accepted, I was pretty keen on applying for this programme myself one day. Guess how long this draft has been sitting around! I didn’t even know what role looked most appealing, only that I wanted to graciously boss around sweaty tourists. In fact, if I ever had an interview with Disney I’d tell them I have “experience herding animals”. BOOM.
Pretending to be an interviewer, my friend then asked which Disney movie was my favourite. I struggled. When each of Disney’s movies owns a little part of your soul how do you pick one over the all the others? I told her I’d write a lengthy blog post about it later. That was in July. I don’t think she even reads this blog, but I keep my promises okay.
Thing is, as I started pondering this very blog post, I found that I couldn’t think of my favourite Disney movie… because I hate all of them.
Most traumatising movie of my life. Every time I watched it, I’d get to the end where Snow White rides away with her prince and I’D CRY AND CRY AND CRY. My mum says I could not be consoled. The last time I tried watching it, I was seven years old and at a friend’s house. I instructed her WE CANNOT WATCH THIS because of how distressing it is, but we watched it anyway because there was a behind the scenes thing afterwards. We never finished the movie though. Phewww. I have never watched it since and you CANNOT MAKE ME.
Beauty and the Beast
First her dad gets lost in the forest, and it’s scary. And then Belle meets the beast for the first time, and that’s scary. And then Belle gets attacked by wolves and that’s scary. And then the beast lets Belle go so she can save her dad, and that’s really sad. And then Belle’s dad is constantly mocked and eventually thrown in an insane asylum. And then Gaston’s got a battering ram on the castle doors, while the Beast just sadly awaits his death … it’s all far too much drama for me to handle. That movie is dark and scary and it’d take much persuasion and weeks of preparing myself emotionally before I watched that again. The last time I tried I was nineteen, and at the moment Beast howls out the window of his mighty castle because he had let Belle go and he was going to stay a beast forever… NOPE. Stopped watching.
When I was five, I liked drawing (…more like tracing) cute little pictures of deer from this movie and people were jealous of my art skillz. My life’s purpose was seeing that movie. Because Bambi was cute. No other reason, really. I even refused to eat venison because of this movie I’d never seen, only for it to be such a disappointment that I wrote a a mean blog post about it. I still can’t bring myself to eat venison. I’m not eating Bambi’s mum!
The Little Mermaid
Loved this movie. I was obsessed with mermaids as a kid. I drew mermaids when we were supposed to be doing creative writing in primary school, and in the last few minutes the teacher would write down some mermaid story I’d dictate to her. And well. Never re-watch the movies you used to love. I saw him doing a stupid jig and now I want to abandon my entire family for him! There’s nothing more aggravating than stubborn, infatuated sixteen year olds, and Ariel being a cute mermaid does not lessen my raaaage. ENJOY YOUR INEVITABLE DIVORCE ARIEL.
Alice in Wonderland
We didn’t get to see enough of Alice’s cat.
(Luckily the “favourite Disney movie” question isn’t apparently part of the interview.)
Pet peeve time!
I love fish. Love them. I’ve wanted fish of my own since 2006, but my mum hints that I shouldn’t get one and I don’t want her to be disappointed in me. I’m 22 by the way. And so I settle for photos instead, yet whenever I see a photo of a goldfish in a teeny fish bowl, my emotions fizzle into a seething foam of rage. ASFLKJFSDLKJFSDKF. That is, if you were after a sound effect for rage foam.
If you’re thinking about buying a pet, any sort of pet, you research it first. Simple, yes? Even for something as seemingly insignificant as a fish. It doesn’t take much googling to find out that goldfish:
- would like to have a friend, and
- (most importantly for today) are notorious for needing lots of water.
Fish bowls are too small. Goldfish grow according to tank size and while they might stay small in a fish bowl, their organs keep growing anyway, eventually crushing your fish from the inside out. DELIGHTFUL. A betta fish needs less water than a goldfish and even one of those couldn’t thrive in a fishbowl. A solitary goldfish trapped in a picturesque fishbowl makes me think so much less of its owner for buying a pet without doing some independent research first.
Perhaps I’m overreacting and it’s okay to not care about fish. Maybe fish aren’t valued beyond being a mesmerising glittery decoration for your desk, I don’t know. It’s like animals has to be above a certain size for people to care about how it feels, or has to be able to yelp and writhe around in pain if you step on it. And what would I know? I get distraught when just one of my plant’s leaves drop off.
BUT FLMSFDLKJSFDKJLSDFKJ you don’t deserve your fish, just hand it over to me.
Some webstats from the past month:
- otago university missed juris exam (3)
- missed juris exam (2)
- otago law juris exam missed (1)
- otago univeristy missed juris exam (1)
- otago university juris exam law (1)
Friends ask, and anyone else needs to gracefully step away from their chosen search engines. You cannot google around a password! Otherwise you could google your way into someone’s email inbox. Come on – trying makes you creepy. You really don’t want to read that terrific sobfest of a post anyway.
To those wondering:
- It was a morning exam. I couldn’t be bothered. LOL JK.
- I didn’t apply for special consideration in the end, due to a stubborn unwillingness to talk about problems. You’re free to interpret that as “LOL OMG SHE WAS JUST TOO LAZY/NERVOUS TO SIT AN EXAM“. Anyone who does, however, doesn’t know me.
- Even with special consideration, I would have repeated the paper anyway. I am wildly obstinate. Makes total sense that I’d just skip an exam for fun. …..Yeah.
- I’m facing Round 2 of Jurisprudence in 2011. Ding, ding, ding!
Cheers. (I still love you guys~!)