Well, trying to borrow a book of HTML code from the library is an exercise in futility. They're all checked out. The only thing that was left was "A Parent and Children's Guide to Making Web Pages", or something equally nauseating. I might have lowered myself to the level of borrowing that, but it required a CD ROM that someone stole long ago. So, I did the only thing I could...put all the HTML books that weren't "lost" on hold. As soon as those suckers come in, they're mine. However, further page renovations are going to be slow until I can get a book. I've been kind of "learning as I go", and I'm starting to think that this isn't enough.
Dirk found a place to live!!! I'm so happy for him. It's a nice townhouse--he even gets his own fireplace! He's supposed to start moving in on Thursday. Two other people share the place: a 45-year old guy, and a 21-year old girl, named Amy. At first, I admit, I felt a little threatened by the idea of Dirk living with a girl so near his age, but I got over it when I saw her. She's short, unattractive, and slightly lacking in conversational skills. Dirk says my assessment of her is overly critical....Ha! He was the one trying to get me to dress unattractively so she "wouldn't feel like I was being competitive." Oh? This is a concern? Dirk doesn't want Miss Wallflower to feel threatened by me?
So, I dressed as knockout as possible, while still maintaining that oh-so-important "casual look". That way it doesn't look like you're trying to look good. Dirk should be ashamed for even suggesting I do anything else.
I made pancakes for Dirk today. Strawberry pancakes. Unfortunately, I'd never made pancakes before, so a few mishaps were in store. Why don't they say on the box, "Do not us a plastic spatula"? I had to throw out three pancakes because they had little lines of plastic on them from the spatula melting (all out spatulas have been melted at one point or another, so I didn't notice at first). Also, I wasn't quite sure how to go about making them "strawberry". We had fresh strawberries, but they were pretty old, so most of them were squishy and gross. I cut up the non-poisonous looking ones, but I doubted that would be enough. So I added a good dollop of strawberry jam, for good measure.
They came out okay, although they were not in the traditional pancake shape. The looked more like amoebas. Dirk complained about the quality (he got one with plastic on it, that I had overlooked) and said that I should have let him cook them. Also felt it necessary to point out that he could have told me that I needed to use a metal spatula. He then proceeded to hover over me while I cooked, and told me not to turn a pancake over because "it wasn't ready". Yeah, well, that side of the pancake got burnt. So, I did my usual, freaked, and refused to eat any of the goddamn pancakes I'd made. When I'm cooking something new, I'm on edge anyway. When I'm cooking it for someone else, I really don't take criticism well.
I was eventually coaxed into eating a couple. Unfortunately, they were cold at this point, and I was too stubborn to microwave them. I think I'm a little too high-strung.
Dirk worries about me a lot lately. I think I treat him badly, because of all the stress. I apologize, but I can't even get him to admit that I'm selfish, though I've accepted this fact. I'm not as understanding as I should be, and I'm too quick to take offense. Dirk doesn't say any of this to me, I observe it myself.
I still haven't gotten the information about government auctions. Hopefully, I'll get it either tomorrow or Thursday.
Dirk's cat won't need to come live with us. That's good, because I've developed a real aversion to the animal after what happened last week. I don't think I'd like having her stay at my house, especially considering the ungodly amount of attention it seems to require. What kind of fucked-up cat is that? Needs to be carried everywhere? You do that to my cat, she'll chew your face off. That's what real cats do.