Why hello, Mr. FTP, please kill yourself.
Wait no, please don’t kill yourself. In fact…do not do anything at all, please please please.
I am really dancing around in the fail this week. Recently (read: today) I took a gander at upgrading to Wordpress 2.5.1. Why? Because the constant bar of “Your Wordpress is out of date. Please upgrade now!” was beginning to piss me off, and I like to see if there’s any difference in the versions; in hindsight, I should’ve just stayed with 2.5 and avoided the fact that I decided to manually attempt to upgrade my WP, only to find that something was missing during my FTP transfers and whatnot. Cue 487464359 “fatal errors”, all of which apparently went poof when I tried things a second time. Then I remember I have the Automatic Upgrade plugin. Fail. Then I login. Everything seems fine. Except…wait…go back to the main blog page.
WHY THE HELL ARE SOME OF MY ENTRIES NOT THERE?
I MEAN COME ON, WTF? This really isn’t my week. *waves complaint flag* Hi. I’d like to exchange this week for a good week I had some time ago, while I was still yet to enter the thick of university life and I spent more time sleeping than I did awake on most days.
On a brighter note, I got tipsy at uni today, handed in my Australia and the World essay, and then went to dancing class. No. More. Assessments. To. Worry. About. For the next fortnight. Meanwhile, hands up who can tell me what happens when an anorexic-looking Asian attempts to be nimble with his feet while being under the influence?
I’m going to be away for the next…week or so. Partly because I’m getting more shit piled on my plate (read: training for State Championships), and partly because I’m wary of my little Wordpress here. Let’s see how long it takes before something happens to this entry, shall we? Fail. Comments are off for this entry while I go off to spend a week and a bit having my shins and feet raped with pain, all for a sport (for yes, Irish dance is a sport, as much as a tomato is a fruit…alright, that made more sense in my mind.) I love.
