Anyway, my Disney night actually went quite well, and I think the guys enjoyed the movies more than some of us girls did. Daniel ended up coming down here to join us, and he wasn’t even mad at us for not going to the quiz - actually, he got mad at me, but that was because he was sick of me apologising. I guess I was worried that he would blame me for ‘coaxing’ the others into joining us even though it was out of my control, but I should have known that he knew me better than that.
There’s not really a whole lot to say about the night, except we had fun, and the guys loved the Disney movies...hmmm. That’s cute.
I’m getting incredibly sick of all these stupid webpage wars all over the net right now. It’s totally taking the fun out of webpaging. No-one is allowed to have an opinion anymore, in case they get bashed for liking something or disagreeing with something. Just look at the message boards on lylas and dreamz (they’re the only boards I go to reguarly), and you’ll see how badly the fighting is getting outta hand. Like I said, it really takes the fun out of web paging. I thought having a webpage was about having the freedom to express yourself, make new friends, learn new things. Well now it seems that webpaging is just about being competitive, and bashing people for having a mind of their own. People are contradicting themselves left, right, and centre, it’s no wonder no-one knows what to do these days. The bitching on the boards is far worse than anything that I’ve known in the last several years of my offline life, and they say that people go online to get away from the bitching and shallow-ness of real life? Yeah, right. I don’t worry about getting bitched about in real life, but I don’t know what people are saying about me behind my back online, and ya know what, it does worry me slightly because I don’t like people bitching about me, whether they’re online or offline, they’re still people who have a (negative) opinion about you. I have no clue what I’m raving on about. I’m sick and tired of all the web fights and the bitchiness. I want this to be fun, but it’s not.
I gotta stop complaining.