Wasp Alert & Four Little Kidlets

Megan and I were leaving my house this afternoon to go to lunch. As we were closing the front door behind us, I noticed a red wasp perched ever so discretely on a wreath by the door. I told Megan, and she jumped. We both screamed like little munchkins and ran like mad to the middle of the street. Some dogs started barking due to all the hooplah. I had to return to ground zero to close the door, and as we drove off, the dogs were still barking.

There were tons of people at Chick-fil-a, many of which were small children. Why a mom would want to pack her 4 little kids in the car mid-day and drive to a fast food restaurant rather than making PB&J at home is beyond me. Then there was a little girl that had over-tanned.

Me: Wow, that girl is really tan!
Megan: And she knows it.

Hours & Future Coffee

I'm planning on dropping a 3 hr. class (not sure which one...probably Government) and a 1 hr. class (Yoga) in order to take Journalism. However, then I would only have 17 hours, which leaves my schedule wanting of another hour. Really, I was looking forward to Yoga, but it falls at the same time as Journalism. And yes, both of these classes have only 1 section offered in the fall. So, the search for an hour continues. I'm excited though!

Countdowns:
Teton Challenger Camp - 5 days
Move to Dallas - 6 weeks

I wonder if this fall is going to be comparable to junior year, with APUSH (aka the devil incarnate) took over my life. Shall I be sitting up all night writing papers and studying? Drinking coffee, not because I have a taste for it, but because it has that stuff that keeps me awake? (Maybe I could substitute a placebo...though if I knew that it was a placebo, that would kindof defeat the purpose, I suppose.) Taking a shower in the afternoon, putting on sweats that are comfy but also wearable to class the next day, so if I fall asleep I can just wake up, brush my teeth & show up at class?

Ha! What am I talking about? It's still several weeks away! No worries, just make it through. It'll be fun. Now I'm rambling, and sleeeepy. But not as sleepy as I could be. Yeah...life is gonna be good.

Stinky...Fungus or Stupid?

Saturday night, Dad went out and got sushi for my mom & me...mmm, sushi. Anyway, Mom & I have been less than impressed with the content of the fortune cookies lately. Saturday, we were sitting on the couch, going through the Fortune Cookie Ritual which we have presently perfected to a point, and reading our destinies aloud for all in the area to absorb. All three stunk. Not in the sense of "Oh wow, these fortune cookies have been sitting around this sushi restaurant for sooo long, that now they have developed some unidentified form of fungus, thus infecting our olfactory sense with their alluring odor." but in the sense of "Wow, what stupid things to write on a fortune cookie."

Mom responded to the third cookie's fortune by saying, very seriously:
"I think we need to find a new sushi restaurant."

MPoop3 Player

Well, I got my mp3 player in the mail yesterday. I was so happy, and so proud of myself for my first successful eBay purchase. And then it didn't work. After communicating twice with tech support (via email, blah) I heard back with some steps, all of which I had already tried. I should work for tech support! And the instruction booklet? Not written by anyone with permanent or temporary residence in the United States, thats for sure. Or the UK. Or Australia. No, no, written by person far, far away. Let's see, would anyone like a very small peek? Sure you do!

1. Please power on the player before insert USB cable. Then turn on the player.

2. It will "Update" & format simultaneously if there is "tick" in front of "Format Data Area", it will delete all documents in the player. otherwise, process "Update" only & keep the documents in the player.

3. Compare to other schemes, SIGMATEL has high integration functions. It is durable, reliable. Besides this, the extraordinary feature is it could be upgraded to high software versions at any time without changing hardware. It brings the unstable factor too: MP3 player's software could be corrupted if the PC's power is unstable, or the power cut off in a sudden, or pull off the player from USB during PC's data transportation. The player won't work when software is corrupted."

4. Pull out MP3 player from USB after finish the above operations.

5. When charges, the player push "charge" button to "on" state, it can't transfer any data when charge by PC. Push the button to "off" to stop charge. To connect with PC and transfer data, it takes 4-5 hrs to charge by PC's USB port.

6. When the player is on, press "+" or "-" to adjust volume. and the volume changes by adjusting "+" or "-", as the screen shows below.

And, my personal favorite, copied directly from the manual like all the rest:
7. You can listen to your single or favorite song's section by this function. And you can select the section by "REC" button. (It could help you a lot to study English.)

End quote.
End of my cohabitation period with this player. No pun...I'm not shacking up with a "player".
End of post.

Blah and Ta-Daa!

Today I went out with Heather, who I haven't seen in over 2 years. I had tons of fun. We went to a coffee shop, a bookstore, and NAM, where I got a VHS drawer thingie for my apartment. I am being "cultured" in music, and several people are helping me to broaden my musical horizons. To each of you, a big thanks.

Then, I became apathetic about lots of stuff. Not sure why, I just did. And I'm thinking of chopping off my hair. I know I cut it after prom, but still. When I move, I'll be kindof building a new life anyway. I hope I like it. I guess I have mixed feelings about it. I mean, it'll certainly help me to "start over", but I'm sure I'll get homesick and miss my family, my pets, my bedroom. All the things that I sometimes seem annoyed by - family dinners on the patio, having my parents wake me up, talking to everyone all the time - I'll miss them. And that scares me. 7 weeks from today, I will have no one.

And what sucks the most is that I've made myself so used to having loving people in my life, that I don't know how to cope without them.

Introducing...Computer Vaccinations

So yesterday I was online, and I got a link from someone I thought I didn't know. Then I found out I did, and so I clicked on the link. What an idiot! (me...not her) Anyway, so my entire computer started freaking out, and I had to unplug it and take out the battery in order to make the dumb thing shut down. I had to take out my network card in order to make sure the network wasn't in jeopardy. I then proceeded to backup some of the songs I had gotten from Nathan, and a couple of Word documents that I had written since backing up my computer (which thank goodness Dad had insisted I do a couple of weeks ago), and then RUN THE FREAKING RESTORE CDS.

That's right, folks, one little click caused me hours of "hey, missy, let's improve our computer skills out of necessity" and now I'm back. I win, nanny-nanny-boo-boo. I win I win I wiiiiin. You looooooose, virus! HA! Now go away!

And that's all I have to say about that.

Cinderella Man, and the Guy who Wished to be Gay

Last Thursday, Veronica, Kim and I went to see Cinderella Man. Upon our arrival, we discovered that the entire theater had been reserved for us, and took our time choosing where to sit. We pondered the advantages of having a private theater, among the greatest being the freedom to yell out our thoughts on the movie if it was stinky, without fear of retribution from the big guy in back.

Then a couple came in and spoiled everything. At least they sat behind us so we wouldn't be forced to watch their display of affection in the not-quite-pitch-black darkness. The cell phone reminder commercial appeared, and the guy-half of the intruding couple yelled down, "you girls remember to turn off your phones?" to which Veronica responded with a huff and a mumbled comment about restraining her finger.

The movie was good. A bit violent...ok, a lot violent, but still a very good movie. The violence was depicted through Veronica's hair conveniently falling in her face, and mine & Kim's feet in the seat, knees positioned to protect our eyes. If I had a picture, I would post it. Words don't quite do justice to the scene of 3 girls hiding like babies. I'm afraid that if I had taken a picture during the movie, the guy would have come down and beat up my friends while I scurried away undetected. So, my description must suffice.

Naked Roommate Song

I recently finished reading The Naked Roommate by Harlan Cohen. I was told at orientation in May that this very funny book would be one of my text books for my required freshman Rhetoric 1101 course, so I bought it and got a jump on it. Some of the stuff is stupid, some is common sense, and some is bad advice...but most of it is totally hillarious and somewhat helpful. Anyway, Harlan also released a CD, which I ordered. One of the songs is online...called Roommate Stu. Here are the lyrics.

It started the first day I walked into my dorm room.
That's when I first met my new roommate Stu.
Well I took one look and Stu reached out his hand.
That's when I turned around, and for the door I ran.

Cause, my roommate's a nudist.
My roommate's a nudist, oh yeah.
My roommate Stu lounges in the nude,
Lounges in the nude.

An hour later I walked back into the room.
And sure enough, Stu was still sprawled out totally nude.
I said, "Listen man, I really don't appreciate the sight of naked guys.
In fact the sight of your hairy thighs and sloppy body hurts my eys."

Cause, my roommate's a nudist.
My roommate's a nudist, oh yeah.
My roommate Stu lounges in the nude,
Lounges in the nude.

That's when Stu sprang to his feet and he started to go on a rant.
He was screaming his being naked was as normal as me wearing pants.
Then he reached down and whipped out a photo album of his life.
Everybody in the pictures were naked, even Stu's grandpa's wife.

It was at that moment that I finally started to see.
That being naked was a normal part of living in Stu's family.
Then we sat down and talked and we reached a compromise.
He decided he would wear a thong, and I would hide my eyes.

This roommate story has one very happy end.
You see about 3 weeks later Stu's sister visited and brought 3 friends.
We all hung out, played some Twister, we ordered in lots of food.
I should probably mention that we all spent the entire weekend nude.

We were totally nude.
But I think one girl wore shoes.

And I could thank my roommate the nudist.
My roommate the nudist.
My roommate Stu,
Thank you for lounging in the nude.

The Birth

A week ago, I found my old blog, A Lot of Stuff. I laughed, I cried, I experienced an onset of emotional chaos as I read through posts from the last few years. I have, I regret to say, neglected my blog for almost a year now, but was reading looking at Veronica's blog today, and her loving blog birthday post gave me the courage to begin anew. Who knew I had it in me? Not I, indeed. I would like to say I'm sorry to A Lot of Stuff - it's not you, it's me. I just was not appreciative enough of you to post consistently. But to you I say, you have given me reason to do better, and I shall strive to make you proud. And to those actual humans who are reading this, please do not think me odd. I promise not to talk to my blog (past or present) on a regular basis. Time to go...I may be in the process of going insane....