Did I sally forth last night at 12 in the morning to purchase a brand spanking new Ipod from the Apple Store in Manhattan whilst sick as a dog because my old Ipod futzed out?

Why yes, yes I did.

Did I just now discover that the new Ipod needs Mac OS 10.4 to work?

You betcha

Is my computer running Mac OS 10.3?

You'd better believe it

Did my old Ipod just stage a rise from the grave?

Of course it did...

For the record, I'm still keeping the new Ipod.

I'm getting really tired of flying out to California only to have to turn right back around.

I leave this afternoon and come back in the early hours of the morning, I have a day off and I do it all over again. Someday (October) I'm going to go out there and actually stay out there for more then three hours!

I figure the only real upside to the whole thing is that whenever we go out there it's cause we're transporting Marines. And according to a First Seargent I talked to, the farther west you go, the prettier they get (apparently those boys are amazingly FINE over in Hawaii and someday I shall have to test this theory of her's in person) but I shall have to console myself with whatever eye candy comes my way...

I still have pleasant thoughts about the one Marine in the back of the plane with the tattoos and the tight t-shirt doing all kinds of stretches to loosen up after a long flight. mmmmmm. *cough* excuse me, I'll be over in the corner drooling...

Anyways, I guess it's the decision I have to make: go to California with pretty boys only to turn back around or go to California on a commercial flight with screaming babies and stay there.

Why can't I have the best of both worlds? why? Why? why?


Mar. 18th, 2007 05:10 pm
I have White Hot Chocolate and donuts from Dunkin Donuts. This is what I'm having for dinner and all is well in my world.

I do recognize the fact that someday I'm going to have to grow up and learn to eat like a grown up person. I seem to still be on the college student diet - which consists of all things cheap and disgusting and all things that can be easily nuked (which generally fall into the cheap and disgusting category).

Seriously, I don't cook. I nuke. It pisses my dad off to no end. The man is under the mistaken notion that if you're female then you should know all about cooking and want to spend all your time in the kitchen whipping up culinary delights. That may be fine and dandy for some, but not this girl. I'd be more likely to inadvertantly (or not so inadvertantly considering some of the dumbass comments he makes) poison the guy. I'll let him bitch, but I'm sticking to the miracle of modern convenience (and the most used part of my kitchen) the microwave...

Now if only New York had Bratwurst vendors like they do in Germany. Donner Kebab's are all fine and dandy, but Bratwurst is a great and wonderful thing and we are seriously deprived for not having it.

Can you tell I just got back from Germany?

Photos are forthcoming. I promise!!


Oct. 21st, 2006 11:45 am
I really did something to my knees the other day. I'm not sure what but they've been really sore. I don't think it was just sitting at the computer for too long, but if it was I'm thinking I might have had them in a weird angle. I'm hoping the ache goes away soon because I'm flying out to Kuwait in a few days and since we're commercialing that will be quite a bit of sitting down in a cramped position. And only 17 hours in Kuwait. blech. I need more time! *shakes fist*

Knees! Get better! I command you!

Yeesh, this post was completely pointless.

oh yes, [livejournal.com profile] regala_electra send me fic!
I'm procrastinating like crazy today and it's no good at all. I can't stop though! Wah!

My Prague write up is waiting to be written. It keeps poking me in the head saying "write me, write me" and yet, here I am: reorganizing my photos. Which, granted, I needed to do 'cause they were getting out of control.


Oh yeah, Season 4 Scrubs is awesome and I loves it muchly
Why is it that I'm completely incapable of posting when I'm in the states, but as soon as I leave and I'm tired and delirious I actually drag myself to some computer and post. I find this odd. And yet I still do it. Someone needs to beat me so I get off my ass and post more (I'm looking at you [livejournal.com profile] harshlightning)

Yet again, I have missed Stargate SG1 and SGA. I miss my happy fluff shows and I owe people comments about them, but apparently I'm lazy and unmotivated. I'm not even sure if I'll be in the States for Eureka (I get the feeling it's going to become a new addiction since I spent 20 minutes squeeing over it with my mother of all people the other day. In retrospect that was kind of weird. Fangirling with my mom...). My days are so messed up. Where am I? What time is it? I have no idea...

Also,[livejournal.com profile] vorpal_pen my love, Pratt sucks and we love you. Our door is always open for you my dear.

Btw, [livejournal.com profile] raelala, you need to see Team America World Police. It is made of awesome and has the dirtiest puppet sex ever. Trey Parker and Matt Stone clearly rule.

I should not post when tired, for it is bad. I need to go to bed now since my report time is at 4:45 in the morning meaning I have to get up at 3:30. This is clearly wrong and bad, especially since I really have no idea what time it is now.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] raelala remind me to get you that alcohol when I'm in Ghana, since it's apparently amazing.

I think I've been up for over 24 hours by this point but I'm really not sure. The time difference is throwing me off. It's almost 7 in New York and yet it's 12 here. So yeah, I'm pretty sure I haven't slept in the last 24 hours (hence my rambly-ness and probably incoherence)

But hey, at least I made it here. Here being Africa.

Also, I'm really not sure what the hell this show is that's on the TV right now- it's got Katie Holmes pre-Tom Cruise as a goth-type girl trying to cook a turkey and the guy who plays Jack from Will and Grace as her neighbor in her apartment building who has the amazing stove. It's also not well made and I'm quite baffled by it. This may be a result of me not being able to process much due to extreme jet lag.

And I get to wake up in the morning, drag myself back onto a plane and go back to the states.

Also, random observation. They tell you the Sahara is big, but I never realized just how big until we were flying over it.
The fridge has been de-dirtified! My visiting relatives will not die of shock when they see it. I mean, it's not like it's "eww gross" more like "does that magnetic poetry say what I think it does..." kind of dirty. It was covered in Erotic and Sexual Innuendo poetry and I think every visting LJ friend has contributed something to it (fear not, we have preserved it). But, the relatives shouldn't be seeing this - it's just too much. Celestial Chimichanga indeed...

This is also, my last full day wearing glasses. Tomorrow my 20/400 vision will be no more and for the first time since I was 6 I will have 20/20 vision.
I ran across this the other day and it amused me greatly.

Also, I keep forgetting that I have to lubricate my eyes every hour (that sounds so horrible: lubricate my eyes. Good grief. I've clearly spent way too much time around the roommate) My Lasik surgery is on Wednesday and apparently well lubed eyes are necessary. I walked home from the pre-operative check up today and completely regretted it, seeing as how I walked home with extremely light sensitive eyes that couldn't see a damn thing (my pupils still haven't un-constricted and are two tiny black dots lost in the blue). My solution to crosswalks was to just keep doing 14th street and if the crowd was crossing the street, then it was obviously okay and my chances of getting hit by a car were significantly diminished. Also, light sensitivity + blurriness + heat + walking long distances = PAIN.

I imagine I'm going to be a joy to be around come post-operation time. Especially with family coming in this next weekend and expecting me to do the tour thing. I imagine it's going to be the 'squinty, oh god my eyes' kind of tour.

On the plus side though- I'll be able to see! *happy dance*

Also, [livejournal.com profile] ignited I've tried contacting you every which way short of smoke signals. Come over tomorrow!!!! Please!
The ipod is officially dead. I've since discovered as well, that the Apple Care Protection Plan doesn't cover ipod's that are cracked and squashed. I could have spent $250 to get it repaired or bought a new one. I went with the new ipod, as much as it hurt to part with the money, I have a hard time not functioning without it. I have ipod dependency issues. My old ipod was the special edition U2 version and it was oh so pretty, but overall I wasn't all that happy with it. I was on my third version of that ipod in 2 years. It kept having hard-drive issues and I kept having to bring it back to be replaced. Not such a good track record.

I've since been converting my Doctor Who eps to ipod format because the very idea of having Doctor Who eps on my ipod ready to watch at any moment makes me pretty damn happy.

Also, the new Pride and Prejudice movie never should have been made )
I miss the midwest

My parents were in Branson, Missouri this past week. When I called them to talk, my dad didn't have time to chat since there was a thunderstorm brewing and the hail was flying. That man has a serious week spot for massive storms. Doesn't matter what time of day it is, if there's a thunderstorm, he's going to watch it. And the midwest has some doozies.

Also, The Idiot's Lantern was great fun. I need to watch it again.


May. 26th, 2006 01:36 am
It's Fleet Week in the city! That makes me deliriously happy. With all the Navy boys that will be wandering about I suddenly feel like I should go take in the sites...

This amuses me greatly though. The flyovers woke me up around 9 this morning and at first there was the initial "Wah?!" then it dawned on me what it was - it's part of the show people, the city is not being attacked. Yeesh.

Still, there were fighter jets cruising around above me. *glee*

My parents clearly took me to far too many air shows as a kid....
I clearly am not cut out for the bar scene.

A friend of my mom's was in town and since I used to babysit her kids I figured, what the hell, might as well go see her. We met up at the bar where her daughter works, had a few drinks, a few laughs. Well, I had one drink I couldn't even finish (because I'm a pathetic lightweight) and my mom's friend had more then a few.

I'd call the result funny if a bit disturbing.

After her daughter got off work we headed out, with my mother's friend completely trashed. Apparently, sometime that evening she'd been outside smoking a cigarette and some guy took it upon himself to teach her the finer aspects of NY language (fugedaboutit) so she took it upon herself to educate everyone she possibly could. Until she latched onto some random guy standing on the side of the road and discovered that he had perfectly smooth forearms. Which led her to the discovery of hey, he's got a smooth chest too! So, in her quest of discovery she accosted just about every man she possibly could on the way to the next bar to see if they had smooth chests as well. There was quite a bit of hands going up shirts and down shirts and basically just a whole lot of fondling and petting on her part. The bouncers at the next club thought she was great. One was built like Buddha and I think he really enjoyed having a random woman pull his shirt up and grope his belly and man-boobs. All the while, me, the daughter and the daughters boyfriend are following along trying desperately to do a little damage control.

My mom's friend finally ended her night hanging on to a 20 year old. Pretty good for someone round abouts 50. Although that was after she chatted up a couple and was informed that "they liked to share." Apparently she doesn't.

Much hilarity.

Also, I stand by my claim that not drinking and watching is better then drinking and being an idiot.

Also, I just spoiled myself for Doctor Who. I didn't mean to do that...
Dude, random cravings for Jamba Juice at 1 in the morning do me no good at all.
Yay! New iPod!

Although technically the exact same as my old iPod, but hopefully without the craptastic clicking hard drive. The new one had me wondering though - when I was trying to upload my music. Had to try to upload my songs 10 times before it actually did it. It's like - I am a music idiot, I do not have that much music, it's not that hard to upload these songs! Grrr.

My computer on the other hand still has the futzy screen problem. I'm told by the Apple store that it would take a week to fix it. A week in terms of my unemployment and the constant nagging of my parents is an eternity and cannot be done. Plus, a week with no internet, and nothing to do since I don't have a job would probably cause my head to implode.

But hey, new iPod!
[livejournal.com profile] vorpal_pen sent me Cadbury Cream Eggs with my birthday/Easter present (never you mind that my birthday is in January *g*). Anyways, I'm ready to declare my undying love since I haven't been able to find Cadbury Cream Eggs anywhere. Anywhere! Arg. Damn tragic that.
A miraculous thing happened last night.

I opened my ipod shuffle. Yes, folks. The shuffle that has been sitting in its box, unopened, since December was finally put to use.

I even used it on my way to work, joining the multitude of people walking around in an ipod induced haze... I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I am clearly not in danger of losing my "music moron" title anytime soon though. I still seem to floor the roommate and friends on a regular basis with my extreme LACK of knowledge. I actually have a list of things I'm not allowed to do or wear, since doing so would be an affront to all that is musical and good in this world and would cause all manner of bad things to happen... apocalypse type stuff apparently (or maybe the roommate says that because she's been watching far too much Supernatural lately... hmmm).

Is it wrong that I'm somewhat proud of the fact that I have no clue what's going on, or has gone on, in the world of music and take such delight in it? Probably.

Ah well, I'm a U2 fan so that prevents the roomie from beating me senseless, and really, that's all that matters when it comes to roommates- not getting beaten senseless (or waking up in the middle of the night because a former roommates boyfriend is meowing. But that's another story altogether and it's one that's a little too disturbing to contemplate.)


Mar. 20th, 2006 10:46 pm
Really, besides making some friends, the only thing of value I got out of my last job was an ipod shuffle (which has been sitting in a drawer, in it's box for 3 months now...)

I'm so glad I left that place.
hmmm... I still lack icons. I should *really* do something about that. Someday.

So, do I blame my inability to do anything remotely productive on laziness or the fact that my last job ate my soul?

Choices... Choices...

Also, the coin machine mistook my 10 bucks for 20 when I was adding more money to my laundry card. This makes my day and yet, also reaffirms that I lead a sad life in that the highlight of my day involves laundry.

Here I Am

Nov. 17th, 2005 08:06 pm
I'm not really sure about this livejournal thing. I know the ins and outs and how it works... But what makes one person successful and what makes other people annoying and well... invisible? It's not that I'm new to this. I've spent years fiddling around on the internet. I've run websites, tried the whole blogging thing for a short time and then disappeared for awhile. I've got friends who are heavily involved in livejournal. I guess I've been content to watch from the sidelines whilst I struggled through real life stuff.

Funny thing is, there is no one reading this posting. I've not told anyone about this livejournal. So far I belong to no groups, have no one friended, don't really comment on LJ's and really have no current fandom that I pledge allegiance too. (I'm in the fandom market, but haven't decided if I should actually find a fandom or just stay free of them for awhile...)

So here I am. Giving it a go. There's no theme, no nothing.

Which is appropriate given my mood at the moment. I wouldn't quite call it 'home sickness.' I've been away from home for almost 5 years now. I guess I'm just missing the people and places (and kitty cats) that are most familiar to me. Oddly enough, I think I miss my cat more then my parents right now (and from what I hear from my parents, they'd be happy to give her back to me and not see her for a long time. She's... a little spoiled.)

So there's somber mood 1: missage

Somber mood 2 involves being stuck in a rut artistically. There are so many projects I dream up that don't ever seem to go anywhere. I must do something about that.

On the plus side, my waitressing uniform is sitting outside my door waiting to be trashed. Four years of hell ended last sunday. Thank you GOD!



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