Uh, okay. I *can't* figure out to backdate entries. Can we even do that anymore?

Well, I 'm still over on the dark side, livejournal. I just can't figure this one out anymore. I'm lost, mate, lost.

I'll backdate sometime, but for now-

I'm over here!

I'm like one of those stubborn old grannies you sometimes find in the supermarket (not necessarily in the supermarket, that was just a random- ah, fuggedaboutit) when it comes to change. So, to continue the unintentional similie theme, I'm still treating BrandNewImproved Mindsay like a kid poking a supposedly dead slug (nearly typed deaf there. How would one know?).

Er, not saying that Mindsay is a dead slug. Some may currently say it's a bit sluggish, or even a bit deadish, but I'll sit on the fence with this one.

What is this, metaphor night?

Anyways, to stop me dribbling on, I'm still not sure about the Big Ol' Changes. Not happy that I've had to 'replicate' my old blog's design. It still doesn't look how it did. Not happy with strange new icon size. What's wrong with 100 x 100? Gah, some people want THE WORLD! when it comes to pictures. And not happy with strange new comment system. Or the fact it's harder to find random blogs. It's almost anti-social now. But hey, I'm giving it a chance. I haven't migrated to LiveJournal completely, even though I've met far more people through it. What happened to the Interests list anyway? And the quiz list? *goes on*

Speaking of LJ, there's a random interests meme on mine (http://livejournal.com/users/kolaqube) that I'd put on here if we could do 'cuts'. Hell, I might anyway. I'll think abart it.

And in Entertainment news, I had another Osbournes related dream in the early hours of this morning. Sadly not as funny as the Kelly O Vs. Irate_Japanese_Businessman dream (sponsored by Crazy 40!) but equally as random. They had apparently adopted me (still more dogs than kids, mind, in the house). There was a strange bit where Sharon was hugging me and I was wittering on about feeling really ambivalent that day. "Y'know, when you're so happy you're sad and when you're so sad you're happy?" Nop. You'll have to explain that one to me sometime, O Dream Me. Along with other things ('chrisbarrie pillows'?!). Well anyway, Sharon was obviously concerned because then a whole group of Osbournes and Friends and me all went to see this Spiritual Therapist woman who apparently lived in the attic. Right. The therapy mainly seemed to consist of other people spraying fragrance in my face as I walked down some stairs.

Not familiar with that technique.

*pokes Mindsay with a pole*

You've changed, y'know that?