Since the Mozilla Developer Centre didn’t have a post on readyState, I had to use the msdn’s page. Anyway, I was running into problems with my function being run more times than it should have been, which turned out to be because I told it to run on readyState == 1, when it should have been 2.
Use readyState’s 2 and 3 to show your loading message.
My plans have changed a little bit. I now plan on going to De Montfort this year, instead of deferring to next year. Don’t ask why, I just feel like I should do this first. It’ll be fun. I don’t feel like a grown up yet, so why do grown up things?
Because of that, I have a lot of paper work and Brighton is confusing things. I didn’t get the grades needed for Brighton, but meh, who likes the sea anyway? DMU is far less likely to flood. Anyway, instead of just releasing me straight away they seem to be taking their time so I can’t definitely get my place with DMU yet, since I’ve not gone into clearing, so can’t send my clearing passport.
I’m going through clearing, by the way, because they had to withdraw me from 2009 Computer sciences, and enter me into 2008 Computing (which I decided on). Less theory, more programming is the hope. Not that I mind theory, I just like programming.
Till Brighton reject me, UCAS won’t send my clearing passport, which I need to get a confirmed clearing space at DMU. I phoned Brighton and asked if they could reject me quickly, and they said “It’ll be sent electronically tonight, so UCAS will have it Monday.” “Why does it take that long to send an email?” “It’s not quite as simple as an email… Oh, wait. Computing student. Umm… Bureaucracy?”
I can send my bank application in now I have “confirmation” of my place. Yay, overdraft instead of £25 charges when something bounces…
I’m still ill. Damn you, Alex.
I just woke up from a dream that I really liked, so I’m gonna quickly note it down before I forget it.
Basically, I went to meet my dad at his the house of a women he’s seeing. It turns out it’s Stella, my law tutor from college. I think it was somewhere in Wolverhampton, so I just road my bike to her house. When I get there, she asks me to talk the rubbish out and that she puts her bin on her neighbours house, across the street. I do that, and the neighbour is looking out of her window and waves; she was in the dream, but now I think about it she’s another IT teacher at college too.
Anyway, she invites me in and we chat for a little while. Then it turns out that she rents out two of her bedrooms, and staying in one of them is Kevin-Freaking-Rose! So, I meet him for about ten minutes, but then it’s like we’ve known each other for years and we’re really good friends.
At the back of the house, part of the kitchen has been converted into a ticket desk, and there’s a room that leads off into a “cinema”. It’s just a large room with rows of seats and a TV at the end. People are already filling up the seats to watch Shrek (someone yells “Can we watch Scream instead?” and the desk clerk – someone I don’t recognise, who has dark eyes and wrinkled skin – says back “I think that’s taken out.”) Apparently, they run a minicinema for students.
There’s nothing psychologoical about htat dream (dad because he woke me up slightly during the dream, college tutors because I’m worried about A Level results, Kevin Rose in the rented room because I know he’s moved into somewhere new, cinema because I was thinking of another business idea before I went to sleep and I’ve always wanted to open a cinema), it was just a fun dream to have.