Monday, February 28, 2005

If only these existed when I was a tot...

Didn't you wish you could dress up GI Joe for a night on the town, back in the day?

Well now some really talented lady is making a lot o' money at it!


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My new baby...


My Mac
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I had an unexpected addition to my family yesterday...yes friends, I am now the proud owner of a new 12 in Powerbook!

Yeeeeeeehawwwwwwwwwww! One of my lifelong dreams has been realized!

It was an unhappy circumstance that led me to purchase it, unfortunately...some of my loyal readers may remember the logic board issues my iBook was plagued with last year while I was in France.

Well, the iBook has been really fussy lately, and I've been getting quite annoyed...and then Sunday, I was online, the screen flickered, then frazzled, then I rebooted...

And there was no screen at all.

Logic Board defect Part III.

It is only my complete belief in Apple (and my pure dislike for Bill Gates) that this has been a crazy fluke, that permitted me to buy another Apple.

But I have not let Steve Jobs & Co. off the hook so easily. I had a nice conversation with the tech support team and told them how they were losing loyal customers in a world of PCs because they were unable to provide a permanent solution to the problem. I also went on and on about feeling betrayed and how I had converted the masses to Apple and look what they done.

I'm sure my dramatic soapbox speech made a really strong impression.

In typical young kid/minimum wage earning fashion, the techie had nothing to say. And maybe I'm a bit harsh, after having worked at PG and knowing what true customer service is supposed to be like in an ideal world.

But all I can say is, this mo' fo' better not let me down.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Speaking of Control Freak...

Yesterday I decided to clean out my closet and ended up reorganizing all my clothes by color and average wear.

How sick and twisted am I? I feel like Monica from Friends.

In all fairness, I think this happened in my effort to avoid working on a paper. But at least it was something constructive!

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

It's the small stuff...

You know, it's the little tiny mess-ups in life that really make me hyper-aware of what a neurotic control freak I am.

I once heard this saying, "You can tell the difference between normal people and the rest of us, because when the car doesn't start in the morning, normal people call their mechanic, and the rest of us call the suicide hotline!"

Can I tell you how much I relate to that?

Can I tell you how much more that really frightens me?

I'm talking about the little things, like putting money in the coke machine, and not getting anything out...and then putting more money in just to prove a point and getting regular instead of diet to come out. Then letting that ruin my entire day.

Those little kinks in life are what send me for a loop. And it all goes back to my self will in the end.

Last night I was trying to force some crazy application on my computer to work and when it wouldn't I looked up all the tech support online and decided to create a new user.

The only problem was I didn't have the Administrator password...when it got fixed last year I don't think I ever changed it and it was set up to just automatically boot up into that and blah blah blah long story short, I never knew my password.

Knowing the whole while this was a dangerous thing to do, I started messing with my preferences, managed to log myself out of Administrator, and not be able to access anything in any of my folders.

Self will run riot.

Of course this set off a whole spiral of angry tirades and impatient attempts to try every password known to man to get back in.

Not once did I stop and BREATHE, or THINK, or just say, "You know what, there's nothing I can do today, maybe I'll let it go."

Ah, self will run riot.

So, because I could not wait for my mom to overnight me my system software to fix the problem, this morning I drove to campus, paid $5 to park, ran like hell to the ITS lab on campus, and impatiently waited while they reset everything. And I missed my first class.

So now I'm sitting in my office, with my now-working computer, waiting for my next class to start, and really thinking about this...I don't like being a super controlling person who is buffeted (sp?) by every which way the wind blows. I really just want to live and let live...and let go.

Time for a change I think.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Rowr.....

Ok, so I admit I answered these questions hoping to be matched up with Alan Rickman...sue me.

You scored as Alan Rickman. You belong with Alan Rickman! Your mom thinks he's hot (she's right too). He's got that sexy voics, and a nice English accent to boot. You've got lots of competition on this one.

Sexcellent Alan quote: "Mr Potter...our new...celebrity."

Alan Rickman

80%

Jason Isaacs

65%

Sean Connery

55%

Sephiroth

50%

Orlando Bloom

45%

Tim Armstrong

35%

Glenn Danzig

35%

Antonio Banderas

30%

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

You know you're a loser when...

...discovering a huge bibliography gives you happy shivers.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Buns of Steel

So the rowing class continued this weekend, and this time we were out in the water for a lot longer and rowed with a much stronger intensity.

And this morning I am in much more pain.

Actually, things are much better this morning than yesterday, because I am actually able to sit directly on my butt. Yes, I spent most of yesterday standing up or lying on my side, due to the gigantic pain in my butt. (heehee)

So that has begun to dissipate, and now my muscles have a whole week to rest before they get all wound up again.

Maybe I should start carrying a fluffy pillow in my car...

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Stick-in-the-mud Court

I'm finding myself getting more and more cynical the older I get. I don't think it's necessarily a good thing.

Anyway, what brought this on is I saw the movie Garden State the other night. Since it came out, I have heard nothing but rave reviews from everyone:

"Oh this is the best movie ever!!!"
"Ohhhhhh....."
"You've GOT to see it"
"Amazing!"
"Two thumbs up!"

You get the idea.

Well, I FINALLY had my chance to see it...and this is what I thought at the end:

"Meh."

I mean, it was okaaaaaaaaaaay...but I think my first issue is I REALLY don't like Natalie Portman. Don't ask me why, I don't know where my intense dislike of her came from, but I just don't think I could get past it. I think my dislike for her is only rivaled by Brittany Murphy.

Second, romantic movies are just annoying. I think they set people up for some idealistic, unrealistic, impossible expectations which cause the person doing the expecting to wonder what is wrong with them or their boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse, etc because the music doesn't swell when they kiss. Ugh. I find my tolerance for this genre gets smaller and smaller each passing day.

Boy, that rant just made me sound like a bitter single person.

Finally, this film aggravated me because all his deep rooted psychological problems (and he was pretty f-ed up) were just magically lifted in this two day time period. And because of this girl. Course, he admitted he "had a lot of work to do" but still, life was great. Ugh. Don't get me started.

I don't know. The movie was fine. I'm glad I saw it. But I begin to wonder if there's something wrong with me, given that I am the only one parmi mes friends who is not all ga-ga obsessed.

And you know something else? The soundtrack is nice, and I'm glad my roomate owns it, but I don't feel the need to listen to it 24 hours a day. And you know what else?? I don't think The Shins are the greatest thing since sliced bread either!

So there.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

"Crabs are rare" my ass!

I caught two of them today. My life flashed before my eyes. Twice. As did my big wooden oar. As I almost fell out of the boat.

Well, I have always prided myself on being "exceptional"...

Saturday, February 05, 2005

"Crabs are rare...but you can still catch them."

Now most of you with one-track minds (like me!) are reading this and thinking "WTF???"

But those of you who are familiar with rowing terminology know exactly what I'm talking about.

*Explanation for those one-trackers forthcoming...*

I am finally fulfilling a lifelong (well, several year-long) dream and am taking rowing lessons! I am incredibly lucky and live in a town that has one of the top 10 "lakes" for rowing, and also has a club that gives introductory lessons and then lets you join the group and use their equipment whenever you want.

Today was my first day and I hurt all over. And I haven't even gotten in the water yet (well, other than putting the boat in and sitting down). We spent the morning learning technique on the machines, but tomorrow we're gonna be movin'. Or should I say, "Row-lin." (heehee!)

In any case, my little class is going to be every weekend for the next three weeks, culminating in a "scratch" regatta. After that I can join their little club and do as much or as little rowing as I please. I am very very excited.

So, now for the explanation of today's blog title..."Catching a crab" is what you call getting your oar stuck in the water. In some cases (like in the safety video we watched) you can get knocked out of your boat.

But our instructor told us later that this was rare.

Like catching crabs.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

What boring blog...

Ah, the joys of S-adverbs...


S-adverb
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