Woo-Hoo!

Mood: proud

So today at school my assignment allowed me to work on this site! If you went to www.GregShort.com to check my blog, you found yourself marveling at what I was working on at school today. Pretty neat, huh? This blog will be modified to reflect the new design... when I get a chance.

But now it's almost time to go home. Okaybye!

Gmail

Mood: excited

Still at school. I just used Netscape to sign up with Gmail. Turns out it is in a limited release beta version, apparently only available to current Blogger users. Which, of course, I am! So I'm in there, like a yolk in an egg.... I'll post more about it when I get a chance to take a closer look. But one thing that is shocking: users are given a full 1,000MB (yes, that's one thousand megabytes!) of storage space. They claim you never have to delete a message. We'll see....

Ack!

Mood: disgusted

The server here at school has eBay blocked from being used. I was going to check on my auctions, but was DENIED! Ack, ack, ack-a-frack....

The teacher isn't here today, just a sub. I was very confused when I came in and saw someone using my computer. I was fully prepared to go back home, but the sub said she would move the new guy. It turns out he only stays until 9:30AM, which is when I am supposed to start. (I was bored, so I came in a few minutes early.) So it all works out.

I am working on Dreamweaver MX. So far, it's all fairly basic, since I am already experienced in HTML. It's just a matter of learning the program. I really do like it though. The graphical interface and WYSIWYG editor make it very efficient. I like it a lot! (Didn't I already say that?)

Well, I better get back to my school work. But first, I may check out Gmail, Google's new email service. Is Google the next Yahoo? It sure is headed that way.

(I just checked out Gmail and it doesn't support the Mac version of Internet Explorer. But from the main page, it sounds like an exciting new email service! And the G in Gmail is rather fitting. Will I change my personal email address yet again?!?)

Feelin' Weird

Mood: blah

I woke up feeling weird and crappy. I don't know how to explain it. It's sort of like I felt super hungry, dehydrated, nauseous, weak and tired all at once. I originally got up at 7AM to get to school at the regular time, but I felt so crappy I'm allowing myself to go to school an hour later. Having been up for over a half-hour now, I'm feeling a little better.

Somehow, I think this feeling has to do with the dream I had last night, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was.

I will just have to remind myself of the joyous night I had with Bella. The ring. THE RING. She loves me. I adore her. We will be married. (Sheesh.... You would think I already asked her! But the truth be known, sometimes I already think of her as my wife. Deep down inside I just know we are meant for each other. We are so blessed.)

Well, I'm feeling better already! That Bella does wonders without even knowing it....

Damn, I'm lucky!

Shopping with Bella

Mood: excited
Listening to: the sound of wedding bells in the not-too-distant future

I would say that Bella dragged me, kicking and screaming, to look at engagement rings... but it would be the biggest lie ever told. Though neither of us intended to shop for an engagement ring tonight, we did just that. Bella wanted to briefly look at rings, but we didn't think she would try any on. When the saleslady insisted, we were both game. And it ended up being extremely fun and exciting. Not only did we find what might possibly be THE RING, but I now know that a beautiful ring that Bella will be proud to wear is not out of reach.

Shopping for an engagement ring seems to solidify a relationship. Never has our relationship, our future, been more clear than when I saw that ring on her finger. That wasn't light gleaming off those diamonds in my eyes, it was images of our life together. Our love. Our future. It was then that I knew for sure that this is real. It's happening. It's not a dream. When she least expects it, I am going to ask her to marry me. If I'm the luckiest man alive, she'll say yes. And we will be married.

What did I do to deserve such happiness?