So my current host, ifusehosting, sent a message to everyone today, stating that they have been acquired by some other company. I love my host, I've been with them for a year and I knew one of the owners.

But I just don't trust something when it's gone to some new company, especially one I don't know.

Thus, I think I HAVE TO CHANGE MY HOST, just incase anything happens.

I may got along with Sharkspace.com.

SIgh.

P.s. - Yes I am busy.

Today was nearly one of the worst possible days of my life. It was stressful just doing everything all at once and no-one is there to help you, you're carrying heavy cameras on your back, you need to stay on schedule etc. It didn't help as I also had an argument with a friend in the morning, he removed me off Facebook because I was mad - that just triggered everything off all over again.

I had to go to Foyles bookstore today at 1pm. Now as easy as it looks, was carrying the bloody Hasselblad and my 35mm SLR which weighed loads. Not to mention my viola as well. I went into uni, dropped my viola, bought film, loaded the film and went to Charing Cross.

and waited.

and I saw Grayson Perry, I had to buy his new book obviously, £35, painful but worth it because I was the first in line, had a chat about cross-dressing for my dissertation, took photos since there wasn't a long queue.

Then I rushed back to uni, I had 20 minutes to get to class. It was the web interest group I signed up for and what they said in the first briefing, you cannot be late, and you must attend all the classes if you sign up. Attending the classes does not give us a grade, it's there for us to learn, share and discuss.

But I mad it, 5 minutes before it started.
I was relieved but I was so exhausted.

The class was good, I enjoyed it, it was a small class, only 7 of us there, possibly a few more but just 3 of us knew about coding. But that wasn't the point. I wanted to talk web evolution.

After the class, I just waited at the computer room till it was time to leave for orchestra and to my surprise, this guy called Henry actually sat next to my computer and talked to me. I knew him since second year but yeah he is actually very nice and friendly.

Anyway, I came back at 9.30pm, had my dinner at 10pm and it is half 11 now and I am so tired.

Another UNBELIEVABLY long day tomorrow. Good night.

For once, I do have good news.

I went for my dissertation tutorial today AND the tutor said that my essay was well written!

I mean there's the minor editing and tightening up the essay but other than that, he said it was well researched *cough* and that it would make a great dissertation once I fix things up.

Thing is, now I have 2 1/2 weeks to do my visuals and it's final presentations, my tutor specifically said that the quality of my visuals should reflect the quality of my essay.

Which means I can't do shit visuals :S and I really gotta do it to perfection...you know what I mean?

Anyway well that's done, gotta work hard now.

I was also accepted into the web interest group, and it's about giving Central Saint Martins "a face", looking and web and technology and the whole works.

My schedule tomorrow is quite packed. I think I may drop by Foyles because Grayson Perry is there, I have to see if I can take photos for my dissertation. Then at 2pm, I have that interest group meeting till 4 and then heading off to orchestra at 6pm!

Last night, the news came on Twitter where I got the biggest shock of my life, that Stephen Gately died and I couldn't believe it. He didn't do anything, he wasn't on drugs, he was an innocent, NORMAL person and then suddenly he's all gone and I'm still in shock this morning.

My cousin lighthalzen was the biggest fan who worshipped Stephen Gately like a god whereas I did the same with Westlife at that time of pop. lighthalzen couldn't stop fangirling to me about him at that time, it's not like I didn't know about him.

But like I think my first reaction was:

WOT.

It doesn't make any sense. It doesn't.