Iva’s WTF site – Squirrelism.net

Happy Easter. For a change, us here celebrated it on the same day as everyone else. And it was cool. I’d have taken some pics, but something weird is happening with my digital camera, it won’t take photos when flash is on and, well, sometimes I need more light. In fact, this is one of those moments in life when I could use a light year of light.

My wonderful friend Fran and I caught up on MSN last night and she mentioned that she could feel a lot of pain in my entries here and on LiveJournal and in plain stupid survey bulletins on MySpace; so she asked me what it was all about and I told her the story I cannot share in public, as I don’t want to sound like some drama blogger girl. I did not realise I sound THAT bitter and hurt, because…I don’t really know what I’m feeling at the moment, what I was feeling yesterday, a week or a month ago. Someone owes me an explanation, I am not sure if I want to hear it, as it will probably turn out everything was a bunch of complete coincidences. And even if it wasn’t, how to live with the thought of being a complete jinx hanging above my head? How? Sure, time is a cure for everything, but this was…specific. I could write. I could write a whole novel about nothing and everything, all at once. A novel where nothing happened and everything happened. I just told you everything and I didn’t tell you anything. How do you fell when your first try in something was a real flop? Do you move on? Keep on trying? Realise you’re not talented for that even though it’s something that’s so easy for everyone else? Do you feel dumb? How dumb?

Want something happier? I have made a new layout for Lush Serbia, go and have a look. I am yet to make it tableless (was a bit lazy, I must admit), sort accessibility issues as I know some people who visit it regularly are blind and also experiment with some other things. But it won’t be getting an 800×600 version this time.

Actually, this isn’t happier either, as the person who hired me got fired and we all loved him, even though he had occasional shortcomings…who doesn’t have them, anyway?

Weird, weird world this is…

Wanted to write this yesterday, but I did not want people to think I’ve gone mad or played a 1st April prank on them.

OK, so…I am angry and disappointed with my friends. There are a couple of honourable exceptions, but everyone else SUCKS, more or less. They have huge egos, their word has to be the last word, they’re all dependent on someone or something and the most of them ignored what happened to my dad last Sunday and don’t think that something else that has been happening recently, something with a very very sad ending from my point of view, was a big deal.

That would be it.