Peachy, Peachy

Crooks

2009-05-11T04:20:00.007-04:00

Now that school is almost over, I've seen a couple of friends with whom I've lost touch while I was buried in the pile that is called schoolwork. We are all "resurfacing," a.k.a. catching up. I've caught up with my friend Mawadda, and that brought back memories of Deeqa (who's buried in her own Ph.D. work), who once wisely told me, "Uh...crooks do reproduce."

At that time, I'd laughed because I found it funny. It took me three years to appreciate it as truth, and see the irony. Because in fact, crooks had been procreating and giving birth to crook-offspring, who grow up to become adult crooks, who in turn perpetuate the vicious cycle of populating the world with more crooks who are the bane of my existence.

If you know me well enough, then you know who (plural) I'm talking about. >:(

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New favorite quote: "Just because a statement is delivered with force and volume does not make it fact." - Cassie from "Secrets" (may not be an exact quote, but it's close enough)

29 and Feeling It

2009-01-13T01:22:00.002-05:00

It's been a while since I posted to this blog...because I have forgotten my log-in information. Forgetful and absent-minded at 29. I wonder how I'll be when I'm 30. :p

It has been three months since I last posted anything. Not that anything exciting was really happening to me. I have since then passed Advanced Epidemiology (although I can't say that for a fact, since I haven't really gotten the courage to check my grades yet). I haven't gotten an e-mail that says otherwise, so the opposite must be true. And I'm sure there's a fallacy of logical reasoning there somewhere, but the proper phrase just escaped me.

It's 5 months (more or less) to graduation. And then...ta-ta! ;)

Sporadic Posting Alert!

2008-10-02T02:14:00.003-04:00

What is this? Why am I posting once a month?

Could it be because:

A. I have been busy with school.
B. a lot of (good, thank goodness) things have been going on in my life.
C. my Internet connection is not as wonderful as advertised.
D. All of the above.

The answer is D. All of the above.

(Note to self: Post more this month. Exercise that free speech the responsible thought process that should come with it. :p)

Morning Rush

2008-09-03T22:31:00.006-04:00

I hate being late for anything, although that seemed to be all that I'm doing lately.

Since this is the first week of Fall 2008, I am determined to not be late.

I. Will. Be. On. Time.

I woke up earlier than I normally do, got myself ready for the day, and even remembered to pull up my classroom schedules off my e-mail. I managed to leave my apartment with 10 minutes to spare. That was plenty of time, since most of my classes this year are practically across the street. :p

I found directions to my classroom, and slid into my seat in the nick of time. But no sweat, I was still on time. I was really surprised to see the classroom/auditorium full of students. The last class I've attended that was close to being that full was Introduction to Biostatistics. But then, there's really no escaping Biostats, not if you want to do research. I guess there was no escaping Medical Informatics as well.

"Good morning, everyone, and thank you for being here on time. My name is Professor ________, and this is Advanced Biochemistry."

Whaattt??? Exactly. I was in the wrong freaking classroom. I checked the room numbers written on my planner, speed-dialed the one person who could straighten out the classroom assignments for me, and tried to get out of the room unnoticed.

"You're in the wrong classroom!"

(Well, duh.)

"You must be looking at Thursday's schedule. Today is Wednesday."

(Well, double-duh.)

I ended up getting to the (right) class and classroom 15 minutes late.

In my defense, this is the first time it happened to me. And if this says something about how the rest of my semester is going to be, I'm off to FABULOUS start.

Late News

2008-08-27T11:07:00.003-04:00

This is a long time coming.

Because I did not have time to call Time Warner Cable to get digital cable installed, I've missed out on my favorite show for the summer: The Next Food Network Star.

In the past weeks when I was stuck in cable-less oblivion, finalists have been eliminated, and Aaron McCargo emerged the winner. :D

Yay for Aaron. I had a feeling he was going to win.

The recap for the finale can be viewed here.

Visit the Food Network website for episodes.

1 Week to Fall Semester

2008-08-23T22:43:00.009-04:00

I can't believe it's almost the start of the fall semester. Where had the summer gone? Where was the sunshine and the nice warm weather that summer was supposed to bring? All we had was rain and more rain.

In the last 9 days of the summer, I'm hoping to accomplish several things:
1. Catch up on my summer reading. Thanks to my heavy course work this summer, I had totally neglected reading for leisure. Now I'm on a fast-track to go through all the books I checked out from our library.

2. Watch the videos of the women's gymnastics and men's swimming in the Beijing Olympics. Like summer, the Olympics came and went with me hardly being aware of it. I kept mostly up to date with Yahoo! Sports. Without it, I would not even be aware of it ("Oh, are the Olympics going on in China this year? Is this even an Olympic year?").

3. Watch "Gossip Girl" from season 1, and find out what the hype about Blake Lively is about.

4. Go to New York City, eat all the pastries I can eat at Red Ribbon Bake Shop, and shop to my heart's content (more accurately, shop to my wallet's contents). :D

A Lesson in Consumerism

2008-07-26T02:12:00.006-04:00

When I was in high school, I remember a classmate bringing up an interesting point:

You can have everything. You can't just have everything all at once.

What is wrong with having everything? I'm all for having everything. Me, me, me. Now, now, now.

Some twelve years later, and a lousy experience with cable TV services, and I've completely reversed my thinking.

Monopoly sucks, especially if you're on the consuming end of products and services.

Time Warner Cable is the sole cable TV provider in my city, so if I want cable, I gotta pay up, and pay up fast. And if I want, I can bundle that service with a digital phone package, and a high-speed internet service, for a low, low price that they don't advertise in their websites.

The thing is, my roommate and I already have an Internet service provider, from the competition, no less.

Yup, we were sucked into Frontier's DSL service, which for the life of me, does not consistently work for my laptop. I've taken my laptop everywhere, and only at our apartment did I ever encounter problems connecting to the Internet. And at the most inopportune times, too. I'm not self-centered enough to think that the universe is conspiring against me, but the times when I do have problems connecting to the Internet are the times when there are papers to write, assignments have to download and upload into the course website, and most importantly, contact numbers for Frontier have to be Googled.

I called AT&T's 4-1-1 on my cell phone, and got hold of a very bored-sounding LaToya who gave me the listing for Frontier Airlines, after telling her TWICE, "No, I want the listing for Frontier, the Internet provider. Please." Needless to say, AT&T charged me for that 4-1-1 call. And for the minutes I used up calling the wrong number, thanks to the very competent LaToya.

So, this is why my roommate wants to keep a landline in the apartment, for emergencies like this. I ran to the phone, called Frontier's 4-1-1, which I was pretty sure will give me the correct number for the correct Frontier, given that it's the same company as our internet provider.

The representative picked up the 4-1-1 call:

Me: Can I get the listing for Frontier, the internet provider, please?
CSR: (looks up the number) Do you need help???
Me: No, I just need the number for Frontier, the internet provider.
CSR: Do you need help?
Me: (Help with what??? Yes, I need help. Can you write my paper? It's due in two hours.) No, just the number, please. I've been having problems with our Internet and I just want to ask talk to them.
CSR: (very rudely) That's just what I asked you. Because there's two numbers. One is for technical support, and the other one is for blah-blah-blah.
Me: (mentally reviews the conversation, because I was certain that technical support was mentioned anywhere in our conversation) I want the number for technical support. Thank you, goodbye (and good riddance, LaToya 2).

I dial Frontier's number on our Frontier phone, which my roommate told me costs us X amount of dollars per minute. After what felt like centuries (and $$$), I was told they couldn't help me, because:

They couldn't hear me very well. There was static on the phone (did I mention it was a Frontier phone, and the static was worse on my end???)
They couldn't help me, period.

How's that for fabulous customer service? And people wonder why people outsource their customer support to countries like Philippines.

On the one hand, Time Warner's cable TV monopoly sucks. On the other hand, their competition (Frontier) sucks on many aspects, anyway. In the end, it really just sucks for consumers like myself.

Narcoleptic Me

2008-07-17T17:35:00.002-04:00

I don't know what it is about my new apartment, but everytime I come in here, all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep.

Is it my new bed? It's a regular bed. And I still haven't gotten around to buying the bed foam (?) that goes on top of the mattress.

Is it because it's super comfy? I still have to get my A/C installed.

Maybe I'm just bored, and because I don't have cable TV yet (and I can't put up a satellite dish, unfortunately), I've gone from TV-addict to sleep-addict.

Or maybe I'm just really exhausted. It has been THAT kind of week...

Now I'm about to doze off again...

I hope I don't miss our dinner/get-together for my friend Foni.

Updates! Updates!

2008-07-15T00:57:00.007-04:00

For the July 4th weekend, I took all the guts I have in me, packed up my car, and drove up to Canada. By myself. Jasleen and I originally planned to drive up together, but Jasleen had tons of work and decided to stay. On the other hand, I do have tons of work as well, but I needed a b-r-e-a-k.
Harmeet, her husband and their two kids were going up as well, and offered to give me lift, but because I needed to take my car anyway, we decided to drive up together. For the first 5 minutes, that is. We got separated on 490, and decided to meet up at the Duty Free instead. Harmeet's husband can't drive any slower, and I was determined to be law-abiding and stay on the speed limit. Despite it, I beat them to the border by a good twenty minutes. :p I think it was because they had to stop for bathroom breaks (with two kids in the car, that is pretty much a given) more than my driving skills, although Harmeet says otherwise. ;)

I also made the decision to move to a different apartment. Moving almost killed Rey and me. We moved most of my furniture earlier when Rey was here, so he could help me move things. Despite that, it still took me three trips and three carloads of stuff before I was finally able to get all my things moved out over the weekend. The last load is still in my car. I haven't unpacked everything yet. Moving itself is an exercise in emotional, mental, and physical exhaustion, but it's worth it. It might be premature to say this, but I love my new apartment. :) If only I can find one box of stuff (that I might have misplaced), life would be perfect.

We have a rabbit! Or as Elmer Fudd would say, "We have a wabbit!" Well, she's not really mine, but who cares? She's sooo cute. She hops around all over the apartment, and then lies on a corner to rest, and then hops around some more when she's let out of her cage. I love her already. I also learned something new today...rabbit poop looks like small, hard pellets. Lol.

Coming up this week:

dinner with Foni on Thursday before she goes back to Greece (I can't wait to have more chicken wings. Yum!).

dinner with some classmates to catch up since our Spring class ended (Can't wait to see everyone, and hear about Megan and Daniela's wedding plans!).

Ouch!

2008-07-09T01:43:00.003-04:00

I'm going to let you in on a secret.

Today, while telling the story of how I drove up to Toronto and back (by myself -- gasp!), I accidentally banged my hand on one of the chairs in the residents' room. It hurt like crazy (it made my eyes sting), and the result is a lovely bruise by the side of my pinkie (close to the knuckle). And I'm guessing, tomorrow, it will look even lovelier in various shades of purple with some yellow thrown in.

I always tell people I'll beat them up (even if they're twice my size) if they make me upset. The truth is, I probably won't end up doing any beating -- just because my hand is still sore from hours before. And this was just from hitting my hand while gesturing.

I'll let you in on an even bigger secret.

I'm willing to make exemptions for you-know-who's (and you-know-who-you-are's) who mess with me and those whom I hold dearly. :p

Regression

2008-07-02T10:02:00.001-04:00

Regression is linear.

In my case, it's exponential. I am regressing in leaps and bounds.

Just last Friday, I got an award for academic excellence (for all of NYS)...and in class today, I found out I messed up a midterm exam. Worse yet, instead of paying attention to the class discussion, I am, well, blogging. :p (By the way, the above picture is taken from the Genesee Valley SAS Users Group blog, which is something I stumbled upon while not paying attention in class).

Blame it on the fact that it's been NINE days since I've had no cable TV, no digital phone, and no Internet. It's called, "Time Warner Cable's All-the-Best" Withdrawal Syndrome.

It's My Move...Again

2008-06-22T01:15:00.001-04:00

Just when I thought I've had enough of the upheaval that is my life, I decided I wanted to throw more chaos into the mix.

Who cares that the summer mid-terms are coming, right? And who cares that I am sleeping less this summer (when I thought things would be more relaxed, when I would be "chill" since I passed my boards, when I thought the hardest part is over) than I used to sleep last semester (which was the most harrowing semester of my life, to date).

Just when I started counting down the days to my 2009 graduation, our program director decides throw me a curve ball.

Program Director: (Intercepts me in the clinics) Do you have a minute?

Me: Oh, for you, Dr. ______, I have TWO minutes (which was all I could spare, really, since clinics were so busy that day).

Program Director: How do you feel about a Ph. D.?

Me: (My mouth drops open) No, thank you, Dr. _______.

Program Director: I had a meeting with Dr. ________ (the DIRECTOR-DIRECTOR), and he might be able to get a grant for you to get a Ph. D...

Me: (Still sputtering) No, Dr. ________... I really can't... I... thank you for even considering me... I'm not getting any younger... I am 28 years old... thank you (I think I just proved my point that I am not a good Ph. D. candidate. I couldn't even manage a firm but polite refusal. Now, imagine me defending my disseration -- amazing, I'm sure).

The end result: Program Director managed to get me to agree (no, promise) to set up a meeting with THE DIRECTOR-DIRECTOR himself, just to find out "what I'm turning down."

Gahd. When did I turn into such a wuss?

I am flattered -- make that honored -- that they would think I'm Ph. D. material. Out of the 80 residents in the building, they offered me a chance for a Ph. D.

It is a really good opportunity. But didn't I just start counting down to my graduation, and to "No more classes, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks?"

To be considering a Ph. D. at this time is insane.

Nice curveball, Dr. _________.

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Twenty-four hours later, my roommate was telling me she is going to cut the cable TV and phone service we have, because "we're trying to cut costs...M (our other roommate) is moving...and we're trying to survive until December..."

At least, that was what I understood. In my head, all I was hearing was, "No cable? How will I study? No phone? How will I call Canada and not be charged exorbitant fees?"

"...And if you wanted to keep those services, you will just have to pay for them yourself."

"...Oh, and we have to give back the cable box on Monday. Since I am leaving on Wednesday, or else the new billing cycle will start..."

Did I mention that this happened on a Friday, at 5:00pm? I had less than 72 hours to decide if I could live without my cable (goodbye, "Next Food Network Star"), and less than 24 hours to see if I can get a cable guy to install the cable and phone service to my room to avoid service interruption.

I am flabbergasted, because a few weeks ago, she talked to me about increasing the rent by around 12%.

It's time to make my move...and my move is to blog about it, instead of frantically trying to wheedle the cable company to make their home visit to our house to install cable in my room on Monday.

Go figure.

Happy Thoughts

2008-06-12T02:11:00.000-04:00

While cleaning up this blog, I realized that:

I don't get to blog as much as I would like -- which is pretty much a given, considering the 20,000 things that I have to do in 24 hours each day.

This thought brings me to my second point,

Most of my blog posts (the very few that I've managed to write) are mostly about stress. Gasp! H-h-how could this be??? (The preceding sentence was infused with sarcasm).

Which brings me to my next point -- that this is starting to sound like the beginning of another stress-laden post. So, let me start over.

I read Pollyanna in my freshman year in high school (it was in our required reading list), and in case you don't remember, it's a book about a young orphan who was sent to live with her stern aunt somewhere in Vermont (I can't believe I actually remembered that), and who is very optimistic despite everything, that she plays what she calls "The Glad Game."

The object of the game is to find something to be happy about in any situation. Simply put, the crappier the situation, the more difficult it is to find something to be happy about...and if you still find something to be happy about despite the awful circumstances, then you're an awesome player (and a VERY OPTIMISTIC PERSON).

To put a positive spin on things, I've decided to play "The Glad Game" but modify it a little bit...and instead list down five things I've been happy about lately:

Passing my clinical boards -- this is a definite happy thought.
Hershey (Lea's dog) - she's always happy to see me when I get home (no matter how late it is), and she would run to me and get her pats and hugs
E-mails from my family, whom I miss very much, and conversations with my sister Chaui
Cheesecake recipe from Dorie, one of our assistants, which I will try to make this weekend :)
Having installed the A/C unit in my room all by myself! Granted, the unit weighed as much as I do, and I had to carry the darn thing from our basement all the way to my room's window, and I was sweating like a pig after all that effort, but all of that went away as soon as the first blast of cold air escaped from the vents and cooled down the summer heat.

Okay, that wasn't so bad. I guess I could write about hapy thoughts as well. :p

Whew!

2008-06-05T01:06:00.000-04:00

My (former) roommate picked up Trent the other day. I KNEW she wouldn't (couldn't) leave him behind (insert huge sigh of relief right here).

That was a close call.

Speaking of close calls, there was an electrical fire at our workplace two nights ago. The fire was contained to the basement of the building, where it apparrently started, but there was enough water and smoke damage to the area that we were told not to go to clinics on Friday and Saturday. The other areas and floors were not damaged, thank God. It was really scary, even if I wasn't there when it happened.

I had been thinking of going back into the building after clinic hours that night, to continue working on data analysis for a project, but my procrastinating self won out over the pressing deadline...and my laziness probably saved my b*tt.

Thank God for procrastination.

Trent and The Next Food Network Star

2008-06-03T02:40:00.000-04:00

One of my roommates moved out recently, and was not able to take all of her cats with her. Trenton, our house's resident neighborhood cat (he roams the neighborhood during the day, and sometimes at night, and brings the lovely spoils of his hunt to our doorstep for us to step on the next morning) was left behind because he was doing that very same thing when my roommate moved out.

Because everything cat-related was moved out, our house had no cat food or litter box for Trenton, and suddenly, he is not allowed inside the house anymore.

I am not a cat-person, and I don't know a thing about taking care of cats, but I felt really sorry for Trent, because he was kicked out of his house and home. I wasn't sure when my roommate will be picking him up, but I knew I couldn't let him stay another night outside (without food or water).

On the one hand, I can't handle a cat. I'm not ready for a cat. I don't want a cat.

On the other hand, it's a temporary arrangement (I hope) -- count it as my good deed/volunteer work (because my roommate doesn't even know I'm considering playing foster mom to her cat).

On the other, other hand, I really don't want a cat.

But I can't let him stay another night outside, even if it won't kill him. And it's only temporary.

I DON'T WANT A CAT!!! I don't even know how to work a litter box. Do I scoop the p**p up? Or let it sit there?

What will happen when Animal Control picks him up? Will someone else will adopt him and take care of him?

Sigh. It was really a losing battle. I looked up "taking care of cats" on the Internet, and decided to buy a litter box, cat litter, and cat food the next day.

I really should have been a vet. :(

Or a chef.

Throughout all this, I had the TV on even if I wasn't really watching anything. The TV helps me think, except when CSI is showing, in which case I end up watching the show (even if it was a rerun).

And while I was debating with myself about what to do for Trent, "Iron Chef America" was over, Mario Battali won over the challenger, and "The Next Food Network Star" came on.

I'm not a fan of reality TV, and I didn't even know there was such a reality show on Food Network. In any case, because it was the first episode of the season, and watching the contestants compete for a TV show on Food Network, I was hooked (even if I can't remember all of their names). I was sorry to see Corey (the comedian) go, and I was very happy that Kelsey and the cafeteria chef wasn't out of the running. I felt a little sorry Lisa and her "deconstructed designer dining," and I am rooting for Kelsey to win, even if she IS over-exuberant.

The video clip of the episode is here. The finalist profiles are here.

It airs every Sunday (and I will most likely have to stay up late and watch the rerun). Only five more days until the next episode. :)

I Should've Been a Vet

2008-04-07T22:28:00.000-04:00

I need your support here, friends. Please sign the and forward the petition to stop the Canadian Seal Hunt. A lot of seals are being hunted, shot and beaten for their fur.

I watched the movie clip on the site, and ended up crying. :(

Never-Ending Stress Story

2008-04-07T00:30:00.000-04:00

Of course, between now and "Pittsburgh," it would be too much to hope that nothing angst-laden will happen. The entire experience (from the preparation to the actual event), and the days following it spell A-N-X-I-E-T-Y to me and to everyone involved.

I need 48 hours in a day. I need more than 2-3 hours of sleep each night. I need this to be over and done with -- successfully (yes, I mean "in a successful manner). Most importantly, I need a vacation -- in Cancun.

Right now, I want one of those remote controls that Adam Sandler's character had in the movie "Click," where I can hit "Pause" and I have more time to do all I need to do in a day, and still have time to sleep (and probably wake up fat, like he did in the movie). I want to hit "Rewind" to undo some things that I must have done while I'm half-awake, half-dead in my sleepless state. And I want to hit "Fast Forward" to May 9, 2008, when I would have survived "Pittsburgh" and breeze through the stress that comes after it.

So what if I miss all of life's moments while I'm in "Fast Forward" mode in my remote control? I'm missing all of life's moments now as it is, anyway.

A long time ago, one of my professors asked our class this question:

If you can live your life over, would you?

At the time, I was young and idealistic, so I did not want to live my life over. Regret is a sad, hopeless feeling, and looking back and asking, "What if?" and knowing you are powerless to change things would not help. So I lived my life the way I wanted to.

Now that I'm older, and I could hope, wiser, I still would not want to live my life over, but it would be because I really, truly, ABSOLUTELY refuse to go through all of this stress all over again.

Do the Math

2008-04-03T01:43:00.000-04:00

490 - 1 =491...friends in Friendster!

No, there's absolutely nothing wrong with the signs (it really was meant to be minus), so this is the right math equation (or at least, this is exactly how things went down).

You win some, you lose some.

I'm back, and I'm going to kick some b*tt. :)

Metaphor, Much?

2008-03-29T15:07:00.000-04:00

The road to Pittsburgh has never been as bumpy as this. That is a metaphor (Simile? Surely, not personification?), ladies and gentlemen. Until after I get back from Pittsburgh in one piece, expect sporadic posts for the time being.

I wish I can blog about this, for sure the experience, and the journey, will make for several long blog posts -- but I've exhausted the topic with everyone who's going with me, and I've gotten plenty of sleepless nights because of it.

Ahhh...the stress. I can't wait for the stress is over.

Until then...or until I post something angst-laden.

Happiness is a Warm Puppy

2008-02-26T00:28:00.000-05:00

My happy thought:

Hershey makes going home from a long work day worth it. :) Don't worry Baby Fish/my Nisca (yes, she's a dog, too), I'm not cheating on you. I love you both equally. :p

I'm NOT Supposed to be Stressed; We're NOT Supposed to be Stressed

2008-02-11T23:17:00.001-05:00

Today, I woke up very grumpy and running very late. While I would normally have time to get to class if I leave the house 10 minutes before it starts, walking on snow had made everything very challenging. I got grumpier with every step.

I was also very sleepy (I slept at 4:00am the previous night/morning, finishing a presentation that I'm due to give in a week -- ah, the price of procrastination). I needed to finish it early so I could show it around for feedbacks (yes, it's that big a deal).

Everytime I'm in class, I get stressed out by the fact that I have three extra (grad school) classes this semester, on top of one regular class (not to mention the one class that I am missing due to a conflict in schedule -- I'm crossing my fingers that Dr. Malmstrom won't keep me here to make up for it), and a fellowship, plus an upcoming exam to get ready for (the biggest exam I'll ever take in my life), plus an upcoming wedding...all of which require/demand brain power.

The stress of thinking about it all (hence using up more brain power that I could have saved for all of the above tasks) drove me to drinking coffee. Darn Stephanie for introducing me to Arctic Mocha. So it's a coffee/dessert/frozen drink and not the true-blue "coffee" that most people drink. It has caffeine and it jump-starts my system, so it counts. And I now count as a coffee junkie.

I used to only drink Tim Horton's Iced Cappuccino, but this is not Canada, and so the nearest Tim Horton's is a five-minute drive away. My laziness to drive (and dig up the car from the snow so it can warm up and thaw) chases away the craving.

Finger Lakes Coffee (who sells Arctic Mocha) has carts all over the hospital though, so I have no problems giving in to that "craving" (read: need).

And then I saw the cutest little boy wearing a blue sweater, walking around with his dad with an IV drip and stand. He didn't have any hair left on him, and he was talking like everything is right in the world.

His dad caught me staring and gave me a small smile.

I wish all sick little kids will get better and live full healthy lives. Please, God?

This Should Have Been the First Post

2008-02-07T01:43:00.000-05:00

So I like to don't like to do things in order. I think it makes it more interesting that way. :) The truth is, I couldn't find the darn tab/button on the Friendster blog to export my blog here.

Besides, this is such an emotional moment, when you have formed an attachment to your old blog, and then you realized that it is time to move on. It's almost like breaking up with someone, only there's no horrible/bad/awful incident associated with it. And there's more fondness associated with my Friendster blog.

And then your thoughts become murderous when you realize that you CAN'T export your old posts into your new blog. What the --? Sure I cannot have the best of everything, but surely I can figure this out. So two episodes of "CSI:Miami" plus half-way into a "Without a Trace" rerun later, and I'm still stuck.

I want my "Celle-chair" post! I want my "Starter Wife" post. I still hate "DriveShield." I want a lot of other things from my Friendster blog, but most of all, I want the comments that people left on my blog, flattery for my ego, knowing that my words are read by people (never mind that most of my posts are ramblings). :p

So, please do me a favor, everyone. Char, Jill T., everyone who posted on my Friendster blog...will you PLEASE read this blog, too? I promise it will be better. Lol.

In the meantime, for everyone who missed the old blog, you can read it here.

I Can't Stand...

2008-01-27T17:11:00.000-05:00

People who are in love with the sound of their voices.

Pepole who talk incessantly about the most inane things, even if no one really wants to listen.

Worse, one specific person who tries to make conversation about what the future of PC game controllers will be, and how he got drunk when, where, and why, because he KNOWS no one really wants to listen. And how he says it is even worse -- in this slow drawl that he must think is cool.

He's not talking to me, thank God. I just happen to have the misfortune of being in the general vicinity every time he spews out these senseless mutterings.