Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Serenity Now!

All of my electronics hate me. My fucking ifuckingPod has decided that the only acceptable screens are reset with the fucking apple in the middle and the "ok to disconnect" screen in disc mode. Neither of these allows me any entertainment. The silence all day today was deafening. I'm getting really angry at Apple. If only I could just trade in this iPod for a new nano and a refurbishing of my old one, I would be perfectly happy. This fucking contraption is going to be the fucking death of me.

In addition to that, my phone apparently fell out of my pocket in my car and I was unable to locate it. I did not notice it missing until I had to go somewhere after work. Since I caught a ride home with my mom, I assumed that it was in her car, and planned to retrieve it later. Unfortunately for me, it rang while I was in the car. I took solace in the fact that it was not in my mom's car, but within my grasp. So when I finally got back home, I tried calling it so as to determine its exact location. I drive a Mini Cooper, it can't be too hard to find. Right? WRONG! For some reason, when I called, it would ring on the phone I was using, but no ringing would actually come out of my phone. I still do not understand why it was doing this. Why would it ring to alert me to its presence, then refuse to ring when trying to find it?! After 20 terrible minutes in the cold, I finally found it wedged underneath the seat, mocking me with its closeness. When I got back inside, I called it again. Lo and behold, it promptly rang as though the fucking Hunchback of Notre fucking Dame was in charge of that shit. God. I'm so annoyed.


In Your FACE, Internet Quiz!

I'm backlogging through xanga, and I find the results of an internet quiz taken September 1, 2003:
Mark your calendar or Palm V. You can expect to die on:
March 8, 2007 at
the age of 23 years old.
On that date you will most likely die from:
Cancer (36%)
Contagious Disease (13%)
Alcoholism (11%)
Heart Attack (8%)
Third Degree Burns (5%)
Homicide (5%)
Alien Abduction (5%)


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

SRT #64

As I was sprinkling white pepper onto my macaroni salad, I could feel my arm fat jiggle back and forth. Not cute.

I guess it's time to break out the Wii boxing again.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

To Do List

1. Find/break out my green cords. I am thinking green cords + grey sweater + light brown scarf for their first trip out this winter. But then what? What shoes? I must figure this out!

2. Decide if I can pull off white during the winter. Perhaps if I do an over the top "Where-the-regatta-at?"-preppy it can work for me.

3. Sell off the shoes I never wear anymore to help facilitate my international gallivanting plans. My shoes are in awesome condition, but I never wear so many of them. It's sad really. I'll probably just hold on to a couple pairs of dunks and release the rest into the wild. (Wild = Ebay)

4. Play with the camera more often. Now that it's getting colder (excluding this 60-70 degree Thanksgiving break), I like the look of DC architecture. It all looks so much more interesting when deserted.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

SRT #63

It is not yet Thanksgiving. Why do people have Christmas decorations up? Why are Christmas carols on the radio? Why do people beg for me to hate them?

These are the great questions of our time.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

SRT #62

I was contemplating the Ugly that is known as sketchers the other day and was driving myself crazy trying to remember a particular catchphrase that irritated me to no end. I have suddenly remembered it:
The S is for ACTION!
There is no "s" in Action. Where the fuck did this come from? Shit drives me crazy. Is there actually an "s" in the word, and I'm just not seeing it? I've been known to miss such painfully obvious things, but I've looked and looked, and it's just not there. Please, someone explain this to me. God, this hurts my face.

Normally, I do not seek out things that hurt me in such a manner, but my cousin insulted a pair of my shoes which are SUPER CUTE, and she wears Sketchers. I'm sorry, that invalidates any opinion she can possibly have on the cuteness of shoes. I'm really bothered by this. Ugh, it really hurts my face. I'm going to comfort myself by staring at my cufflinks. I <3 them.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Damn Skippy!

cash advance

I'm not really a fan of the posting of such things, but it's hard to deny the truth. I do love my big words.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

SRT #61

It's a bad idea to read a book about the zombie invasion at night in a home that is quite indefensible from said zombie invasion.

Perhaps I will take up running...