I chopped my hair off and gave it to locks of love! I'm really excited about it :)Friday, July 18, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
America, Africa, and other A words
America: properly pronounced "Ah-murr-ica", celebrates it's day of independence on July 4th. I went out to Winchester for the 4th of July weekend. Played tennis, shot off illegal fireworks, drank beer, went 4-wheeling at 1 am, ate at Checkers for the first time, saw "Get Smart" (funny, but not worth the $9 ticket), drank $4 bottle of wine (La Mancha Merlot - good shit), watched 12098234-hour long most amazingest tennis match ever
Africa: So my family is going on a safari in two weeks and I'm really excited. We're going to Tanzania and going to see lions and tigers and cheetahs and rhinos and elephants and the Ngorogoro crater. Patty's dad thinks we're crazy to go without guns, but I'm pretty sure we'll be safe - plus, all I have to be able to do is run faster than someone else, and there are some old-looking people going with us, so I think I'm good. I just hope I don't get too sunburnt and bug-bitten.
Apples: every time I eat an apple or pear I get a really funky taste in my mouth like 5 minutes after the first bite. It just started happening like 3 months ago, and it sucks because I really like those fruits, but the new aftertaste sucks, so I'm laying off them. Boo.
Well, that's all for my A post today.
Adios. (sorry, I couldn't resist!)
Africa: So my family is going on a safari in two weeks and I'm really excited. We're going to Tanzania and going to see lions and tigers and cheetahs and rhinos and elephants and the Ngorogoro crater. Patty's dad thinks we're crazy to go without guns, but I'm pretty sure we'll be safe - plus, all I have to be able to do is run faster than someone else, and there are some old-looking people going with us, so I think I'm good. I just hope I don't get too sunburnt and bug-bitten.
Apples: every time I eat an apple or pear I get a really funky taste in my mouth like 5 minutes after the first bite. It just started happening like 3 months ago, and it sucks because I really like those fruits, but the new aftertaste sucks, so I'm laying off them. Boo.
Well, that's all for my A post today.
Adios. (sorry, I couldn't resist!)
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Music
Songs I'm currently obsessed with:
1. I kissed a girl
2. Rehab
3. Just got started lovin' you
4. I'm yours
5. Somewhere over the rainbow/what a beautiful world by that Hawaiin guy.
And in general the new Jason Mraz album. Sounds like somebody's going to be hitting up iTunes!
1. I kissed a girl
2. Rehab
3. Just got started lovin' you
4. I'm yours
5. Somewhere over the rainbow/what a beautiful world by that Hawaiin guy.
And in general the new Jason Mraz album. Sounds like somebody's going to be hitting up iTunes!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
OHMYGOD there are fish on my computer
So, I just discovered a whole new world. Yup, me, Aladdin, and Jasmine are on a magic carpet and it's taken us to iGoogle. iGoogle is the shit. You can make it pretty with cool pictures, shuffle around various applications/gadgets/feeds, and basically make your own little personalized part of Google. And guess what one of the gadgets is? FISH! They swim around a little box, you click anywhere inside that box and it drops a piece of food and then the FISH COME AND EAT IT!!! You can plop little dots of food everywhere, and they don't poop, they don't get fat, they don't float upside down, all they do is live! It's WONDERFUL!
I also learned what the hell an RSS Feed is. I consider myself to be somewhat computer literate - I'm much better at it then my Dad, but have no clue what coding or anything big like that is. So today, with the advent of a new age (now know as AG - After Google), I learned new technological things. An RSS Feed basically is a mini view of updates on a website - like the little hole at your end of the telescope with the other large end looking at the real webpage. And I added an RSS Feed to my new iGoogle page. And I feel really smart and accomplished. If you're reading this and are laughing at my simple-minded computerness, shut up and go away. I'm proud of my small accomplishment, so there. {tounge sticking out}
In other news, I still don't have a job. But I DO have my very own Google page.
I also learned what the hell an RSS Feed is. I consider myself to be somewhat computer literate - I'm much better at it then my Dad, but have no clue what coding or anything big like that is. So today, with the advent of a new age (now know as AG - After Google), I learned new technological things. An RSS Feed basically is a mini view of updates on a website - like the little hole at your end of the telescope with the other large end looking at the real webpage. And I added an RSS Feed to my new iGoogle page. And I feel really smart and accomplished. If you're reading this and are laughing at my simple-minded computerness, shut up and go away. I'm proud of my small accomplishment, so there. {tounge sticking out}
In other news, I still don't have a job. But I DO have my very own Google page.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
New Technology in Cars
I think they should make cars with dry erase boards in them. That way, when someone pulls a dumb move, you can tell them how you feel. The finger works well, but sometimes a situation needs more than that simple gesture.
In the past 48 hours I have witnessed two (2) fantastic points to support my arguement.
1. I was driving east on 66 and there was a decent amount of cars infront of me. I was in one of the left lanes, and saw that there was a slow car a couple cars ahead of me that people were having to pass on the left or right. Whenever someone went to go around him, the slow car would alternate turning on his left and right blinkers and tapping his brakes repeatedly. Once the car was past him, he stopped. Then he did it again to the next car that came up behind him. Then it was my turn. So I put my blinker on to go around him to the right, and he starts his light show, which is really dumb and pisses me off and makes me want to rear end him. Unfortunately I was unable to pass him, so I had to get back behind slow, light-happy asshole. Then I noticed that he had a couple religious bumper stickers on his car. GREAT, so I can't flick him off or be an ass back because God would probably not like that. Well piss. Ok, so I go to pass him on the left, and he does the lights thing AGAIN! So as I pass him, I stare directly at him and give him my best "What the HELL do you think you're doing?" look. He in turn stares at me in a "God's watching you speed and pass me" sort of way. Great, thanks buddy.
What was he trying to do? Is speeding and passing on a highway a sin? Is this a new form of spreading God's word - through blinkers and brakes?
2. Today my Mom and I went to the grocery store. We drive on our little 25 mph streets to get there, takes about -2 seconds, real easy. Except when special people are on the road. Today's special person really takes the cake. We're at on intersection, and our light turns green. The car in front of us goes, and we follow. However, there is a woman stopped at the other direction's red light who wants to turn right, and did not stop at the line. Well, her back bumper miiight have been at the line, but it was most likely past it. So this woman who wants to turn right is in our way, and we clearly have the right of way and want to get out of the intersection while our light is still green. But eager-right-turn lady is special. So the car infront of us has stopped because we can't get through the intersection, and is probably giving special lady a look (I would too). We are forced to drive around special lady, and as we do so, she BLOWS HER HORN at us, throws up her hands, and starts yelling at us. You can't be serious. There is absolutely no way you can possibly think you were in the right. They draw a line on the road, it's big, it's white, the road is black, everyone can see it. You stop at that line and then you move forward WHEN IT"S YOUR TURN. Duh
Also, if you forget to turn your blinker off after changing lanes or making a turn, you slowly drive everyone insane and they all hate you and want to see you burst into a firey ball of flames, ignited by your forgotten blinker.
In the past 48 hours I have witnessed two (2) fantastic points to support my arguement.
1. I was driving east on 66 and there was a decent amount of cars infront of me. I was in one of the left lanes, and saw that there was a slow car a couple cars ahead of me that people were having to pass on the left or right. Whenever someone went to go around him, the slow car would alternate turning on his left and right blinkers and tapping his brakes repeatedly. Once the car was past him, he stopped. Then he did it again to the next car that came up behind him. Then it was my turn. So I put my blinker on to go around him to the right, and he starts his light show, which is really dumb and pisses me off and makes me want to rear end him. Unfortunately I was unable to pass him, so I had to get back behind slow, light-happy asshole. Then I noticed that he had a couple religious bumper stickers on his car. GREAT, so I can't flick him off or be an ass back because God would probably not like that. Well piss. Ok, so I go to pass him on the left, and he does the lights thing AGAIN! So as I pass him, I stare directly at him and give him my best "What the HELL do you think you're doing?" look. He in turn stares at me in a "God's watching you speed and pass me" sort of way. Great, thanks buddy.
What was he trying to do? Is speeding and passing on a highway a sin? Is this a new form of spreading God's word - through blinkers and brakes?
2. Today my Mom and I went to the grocery store. We drive on our little 25 mph streets to get there, takes about -2 seconds, real easy. Except when special people are on the road. Today's special person really takes the cake. We're at on intersection, and our light turns green. The car in front of us goes, and we follow. However, there is a woman stopped at the other direction's red light who wants to turn right, and did not stop at the line. Well, her back bumper miiight have been at the line, but it was most likely past it. So this woman who wants to turn right is in our way, and we clearly have the right of way and want to get out of the intersection while our light is still green. But eager-right-turn lady is special. So the car infront of us has stopped because we can't get through the intersection, and is probably giving special lady a look (I would too). We are forced to drive around special lady, and as we do so, she BLOWS HER HORN at us, throws up her hands, and starts yelling at us. You can't be serious. There is absolutely no way you can possibly think you were in the right. They draw a line on the road, it's big, it's white, the road is black, everyone can see it. You stop at that line and then you move forward WHEN IT"S YOUR TURN. Duh
Also, if you forget to turn your blinker off after changing lanes or making a turn, you slowly drive everyone insane and they all hate you and want to see you burst into a firey ball of flames, ignited by your forgotten blinker.
Dear Real World, let me in!
Alright, so here's what my general "plan of action" was after graduation....
1. Pack up life in Whipple (sniff sniff)
2. Move back to Arlington (briefly)
3. Unpack
4. Spend a week or two hanging around Arlington, visit friends and family, etc.
5. Get a job in early June in Winchester
6. Go on my merry way in the Real World (RW)
Aw, that's cute Jo. You had a little plan and everything - here's a cookie. Unfortunately, the cookie's not worth shit. And evidently neither are two degrees from Virginia Tech, decent work experience, and a good gpa. COOL! I worked my butt off in college for nothing.
I have submitted dozens and dozens of resumes, created length profiles on a buttload of company and job search websites, and have heard zippo. Bite me, RW.
I'm blaming part of my unsuccessfulness on the crappy economy and the fact that nobody's hiring and that people with more experience who were laid of from another job are getting the jobs I'm applying for. But it still sucks.
Not that I miiind not having to get up early to go to work. But I kinda like work - I like having coworkers and solving problems and going on lunch breaks and coming home at the end of the day to spend time with my family and friends. I don't mind that the new work day is 8:30-5:30, although I think it's cheating if company's are still paying the same but for more hours.
So I'm 4 weeks out of college, and this is pretty much what every day is like for me:
9:30 am - wake up
10:00 am - breakfast: Cheerios and COFFEE
10:45 am - tennis with my Mom
12:00 pm - watch the French Open on TV/job search
12:30 pm - eat lunch
1:00 pm - walk Zoe, the 8 month old German Shepard puppy for $10 a day
1:45 pm - return home, let my dog Sandy sniff me, then appologize for going to see another dog by playing with her
2:00 pm - shower
2:30 pm - more job searching
3:30 pm - get frustrated with lack of job searching success, so either watch TV, do a sudoku, browse icanhascheezburger.com, stalk facebook, or take a nap
5:30 pm - do something random and dumb because I'm bored
6:30 pm - eat dinner
7:30 pm - watch TV
11:00 pm - go to bed
I'm bored and I want a job.
1. Pack up life in Whipple (sniff sniff)
2. Move back to Arlington (briefly)
3. Unpack
4. Spend a week or two hanging around Arlington, visit friends and family, etc.
5. Get a job in early June in Winchester
6. Go on my merry way in the Real World (RW)
Aw, that's cute Jo. You had a little plan and everything - here's a cookie. Unfortunately, the cookie's not worth shit. And evidently neither are two degrees from Virginia Tech, decent work experience, and a good gpa. COOL! I worked my butt off in college for nothing.
I have submitted dozens and dozens of resumes, created length profiles on a buttload of company and job search websites, and have heard zippo. Bite me, RW.
I'm blaming part of my unsuccessfulness on the crappy economy and the fact that nobody's hiring and that people with more experience who were laid of from another job are getting the jobs I'm applying for. But it still sucks.
Not that I miiind not having to get up early to go to work. But I kinda like work - I like having coworkers and solving problems and going on lunch breaks and coming home at the end of the day to spend time with my family and friends. I don't mind that the new work day is 8:30-5:30, although I think it's cheating if company's are still paying the same but for more hours.
So I'm 4 weeks out of college, and this is pretty much what every day is like for me:
9:30 am - wake up
10:00 am - breakfast: Cheerios and COFFEE
10:45 am - tennis with my Mom
12:00 pm - watch the French Open on TV/job search
12:30 pm - eat lunch
1:00 pm - walk Zoe, the 8 month old German Shepard puppy for $10 a day
1:45 pm - return home, let my dog Sandy sniff me, then appologize for going to see another dog by playing with her
2:00 pm - shower
2:30 pm - more job searching
3:30 pm - get frustrated with lack of job searching success, so either watch TV, do a sudoku, browse icanhascheezburger.com, stalk facebook, or take a nap
5:30 pm - do something random and dumb because I'm bored
6:30 pm - eat dinner
7:30 pm - watch TV
11:00 pm - go to bed
I'm bored and I want a job.
Monday, April 28, 2008
2 papers and 2 finals away from being done done done
Well it's the beginning of crunch time, so as usual I'm avoiding my work. I've just stalked facebook for about an hour, got some good laughs out of icanhascheezburger, read some news on msnbc.com, and now I'm blogging. After this I'll probably play a game of scrabble on scrabulous.com, play a sudoku or two, watch tv, and then go to bed. And then wake up tomorrow and smack myself in the face for doing no work today.
Well I did do a little bit of work today. I found a story to analyze for my Spanish final paper. It's called "Carta a una senorita en Paris" (Letter to a lady in Paris). Sounds relatively normal, right? WRONG. This guy is renting this woman's apartment (they're friends) and he's telling her how he keeps throwing up bunny rabbits and he's sorry that they're eating her books and pooping in her apartment. After a couple weeks of randomly throwing up bunnies, he can't take it any longer and jumps off the balcony, killing himself.
So that's what I get to write a 7-8 page paper on. In Spanish. Personally I can't wait to start.
Well I did do a little bit of work today. I found a story to analyze for my Spanish final paper. It's called "Carta a una senorita en Paris" (Letter to a lady in Paris). Sounds relatively normal, right? WRONG. This guy is renting this woman's apartment (they're friends) and he's telling her how he keeps throwing up bunny rabbits and he's sorry that they're eating her books and pooping in her apartment. After a couple weeks of randomly throwing up bunnies, he can't take it any longer and jumps off the balcony, killing himself.
So that's what I get to write a 7-8 page paper on. In Spanish. Personally I can't wait to start.
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