For those who even cared to know, remember that Microsoft contest my team was in?
Well, the finalist are up, but we didn't make it. Sucks, I know. But what makes it ******** unfair is that one of the finalists made a site in FLASH format which wasn't even allowed by the rules.
Another of the 4 finalists just had freaking schedules in the site: Class schedules, school schedules, classroom schedules. What the hell?! It's in the Class Journal section! Write a journal, not a schedule report! And the site itself looks pretty crappy.
Judges must be idiots. My teacher even wrote sort of a complaint letter and they acknowledge their mistake about the first site I mentioned ( The FLASH one ). BUT, they say since they already gave out prizes, they can't change things now. Christ...couldn't they add one more finalist. There was one section that had about 10 finalists. Ours had 4, what's the difference?
It's not even because of the prizes, I don't really like the Xbox and her younger version, the 360. But if I made it to the finalists, it would be a big step up for me when one day I have to make a portfolio for a future career attempt. Now a team of ninth graders who didn't even look like they did ther own site won will be getting the credit.
Life sucks? I know.
s**t happens? I know.
So what's the use complaining? Because I can verily complain about whatever I want. It's my journal.
And since we're already here, let's take it to the extreme and say how my week sucked.
I just noticed on how nobody, except my family, in my immediate life ( AKA, the life I have everyday and not that mini-mini-life with some people that I ocasionaly see, but sometimes I wonder ) cares about me. Wow, pretty unoriginal complaint, isn't it? Well, it's all I have.
I try as hard as I can and all I get is spending the day to 2 feet away from everybody minding my own business just like 3 years ago! It's like my life is regressing. But 3 years ago I didn't care and didn't try to make it better. This time, I care and no matter how hard I try, I end up the same.
No girl talks to me but I atleast have guy buddies, which I didn't before. Still, as in term of friendships they're not friends, they're guy buddies. It would be cool if I was gay, but I'm not. I bet sometimes they help me and all, but I had a real male friend before and they don't come any closer to what it was. Well, there's one guy who sometimes I can have a good talk with, so I guess I can call him somewhat of a friend.
So I guess it's back to minding my own life and mentally say to somebody "screw you" when they briefly say I'm too quiet or something like that and then go back to talking with whoever they were.
And in a good note, I'm going to the theater tonight which I haven't in a long time. And I'm going to try a new kind of beer before I go there with some of my colleagues. I'm not getting drunk since I have better judgement than that, but a small drink won't hurt. I can handle pretty well with alcohool, it's not the first time I drink.
Edit: After finishing "Memoirs of a Gueixa", I'm now reading "Swords of Night and Day" done by David Gemmel. Sequel of "White Wolf" and just plain kick-a** book.
Grah, damn these pop-ups! 3 anti-adware softwares and I can't get rid of them.
Kingdom Hearts II boss tracks rock. x3
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