hi. i'm whitney, a 21-year-old self-proclaimed dork. this website is my release of angst, excitement, depression, and bliss. gird your loins, guys & gals.
i wish i was like adam and had the ability so sleep for ungodly amounts of time (he once slept for 25 hours straight) and through any kind of background noise or animal-related interruptions. right now, he’s in the bedroom passed out cold and i’m on the couch listening to jack’s extremely loud, eardrum-exploding shrieks of [insert random complaint here because i have NO idea what he wants now].
i took him out five times since 1:30 this afternoon. two of those times lasted about 20 minutes and i could not count the number of times he peed. it was a lot and i’m still confused as to how that much fluid is stored inside his tiny little body. it doesn’t seem physically possible.
anyway, we came back inside and he peed all over the leather couch. the thing is… he did it like a freaking ninja. he did it silently and didn’t give me any warning before i sat down in my favorite pair of stretchy, comfy, yoga pants. it was probably an 8 or a 9 on my scale of disgustingness. i got up and grabbed the roll of paper towels and some spray and started cleaning it up when i heard a familiar sound–the sound i SHOULD have heard when he peed on the leather couch, but this time it was the sound of jack peeing on the floor instead.
HOW? i just don’t get it. my mom sent me this guide on crate-training and i’ve been doing what it says. i don’t expect it to work instantly, but i’d STILL like to know HOW DOES SOMETHING THIS SMALL PEE SO MUCH WHEN YOU AREN’T PUTTING ANYTHING ELSE INTO IT?
this website is addicting. i want to make so many comics but i have no idea where to start. here is my first one. i showed it to adam and couldn’t stop giggling.
i brought the last of my things down to adam’s apartment last night and the only thing i forgot that i really wanted to bring is my playstation–not a ps3, not a ps2, but a ps one. after my database exam, a couple of buddies and i were sitting in the lobby bullshitting and talking about video games we used to play when we were younger. spyro came up and i suddenly got the worst craving to play that game again. i used to play that for hours and hours on end. i got so amped up thinking about it, and then when i went to my mom’s, i completely forgot. oh well. next time.
adam worked all day today and then had volleyball practice (he was picked captain for all american week) so he didn’t get home until about 7:30, which gave me plenty of time to sleep until 11, and work on websites for the 8 hours after that. i didn’t get off the couch except to shower and refill my cup of lemonade. i think after this weekend, i’ll be plenty ready to start a real job. i just hope they give me good hours.
as soon as adam got home, we went to the grocery store because there wasn’t squat to eat around here. i saw mangos and got all excited and had to buy one. it would be better if i had ice cream and peach pie to go with it, though, because i remember eating that on spring break one year down in florida and it was like heaven in a spoon. we also bought frozen pizza (a staple of our generation), stuff to make salads (we eat salad like it’s our job), and then i bought half a dozen eggs so i can make deviled eggs one day soon and totally gross adam out. i can’t wait…
since we got home, we’ve been planted on the couch. i’ve been working on a website that a friend and i are co-creating and adam’s been glued to GTA IV. i didn’t think it was possible to phase me when it comes to video games anymore, but i had NO idea that a game manufacturer would go as far as causing the controller to vibrate when the main character had sex with one of the female passerbys. i think Rockstar went over the top with this one, but that’s just my opinion.
i have nothing worthwhile to talk about, aside from my A in my networking class and my B in my database class (got an A on my final exam ). my other grades have not been posted yet, which bugs the heck out of me, but what can i do, right? classes are over and i can relax. it’s a pretty exciting feeling. i think this summer is gonna be a lot of fun.
[edit] i got the internship i applied for in fayetteville. i’m going to be working as a web designer. i don’t know what exactly i will be doing but it’s a job with money and that’s the most important part. old self, BOO YAH. i’m not a complete and total failure. i start the 12th. [/edit]
that’s exactly what i did.
did any of your teachers in high school make you write letters to yourself that would be delivered 4 years down the line when you were intended to graduate college? i know a few teachers that made friends of mine do the same thing and i could not be more upset that i agreed to do so.
my letter came in the mail and my mom informed me of it last night when i got to her house. i was nervous, but still excited, to see what my dorky high school self said 4 years ago (not to say i’m not dorky anymore, because let’s face it, i’ll be dorky forever).
I HAVE NEVER FELT SO LET DOWN BY MY OWN SELF THAN I DID LAST NIGHT. stress on the “never”. i mean, i was the biggest goodie-two-shoes in the world when i was in high school and even through a few months of college for the most part. i’d never had a sip of alcohol, never smoked once in my life, never had a really serious boyfriend (i don’t consider my boyfriend senior year that serious seeing as how our relationship consisted of letters and him being in south korea the entire time), barely ever said a curse word, and i held on very much so to the V-card for longer than almost anyone i’ve ever been friends with. i think the worst things i did in high school were when 1) i took the car out to mcdonald’s when i had my learner’s permit (i was SO HUNGRY!!), 2) i snuck out of my mom’s house to go to my friend justin’s, and 3) i drank for the first time on my 18th birthday with my friends. the last one wasn’t even during high school–it was the summer after i graduated.
despite the fact that i was a brown-nosing goody-goody, i never made superb grades except for in the classes i actually liked, which (surprise, surprise) were my CS and math classes. and even then, i didn’t always do well. i just didn’t care by the time i got to 11th 10th grade. senioritis hit a few years early for me. actually, i admitted it in my letter and my exact words were:
it all boiled down to this day–May 22, 2004. you’ve made it, and you haven’t studied a lick! slacker. you have to get your ass in gear net year. you can’t slack off like this in college, or else you’ll never make it.
ohh, if the old me could see me now…
so in my letter, i was still dating my senior year boyfriend, shane. he was still in south korea and was coming home about a month after i wrote the letter so i was all nerved up. i kept saying in the letter how i was not made to be an army girlfriend and that i didn’t need to date anyone, ever while i was in college because it was too stressful and i would feel bad having fun while they were overseas. boy, LET’S JUST SAY I DIDN’T TAKE MY OWN ADVICE. i’m now dating said boyfriend’s ex-roommate… the roommate he was living with while he was in korea. funny how things turn out, right? i love you, adam, even if the old me thinks i’m stupid for it.
anyway, shane wanted to get engaged when he came home that may and i told him i didn’t want to. i was such a smart kid. i ended up breaking up with him a couple days after my 18th birthday. evidently that was a move i’d been planning since before i wrote this letter because i specifically said in the letter that i wanted to end it. i think i was a little late on the delivery.
now, my LAN/nerd/crazy friends that i practically lived with in king will get a kick out of this. i actually remember the day they put me up to this bet. in my letter i wrote:
i have a bet going that in 4 years, i won’t come out of App[alachian] completely corrupted. $1 with a whole lot of people. danny also got in on the bet last night when we went to monterrey’s. i’ll be alright. i hope you haven’t done anything really dumb. good lord. keep your head on your shoulders.
wow, i owe about 20 people $1. i mean, i’m not corrupted, but if you were one of those guys that knew me back then, and that knows me now, you would probably see not a complete 180°, but at least a solid 160°.
it was hard to keep myself from feeling like a giant pile of poo after reading the letter. i mean, i honestly think if the old me met me now, she would probably want to punch me in the face… HARD. she’d probably make me go to AA meetings (i was 100% against drinking in high school), and she’d probably call me a lot of not nice names without the use of a single swear word.
although, i’m pretty sure i’d give myself a giant high-five for still wearing the same pair of cammie-pants and retaining the reputation of “giant dork”. i guess some things will never change.
i went to wal-mart tonight because i told adam i was going to come up with something delicious to make for us since he’s cooked the last 8723 times (unless it was hamburger helper, i rock at making that stuff). little does he know, i didn’t exactly come up with anything. i borrowed this recipe from Ree. heh… he will never know! unless he reads this. *crosses fingers*
i was browsing the produce section in wal-mart when i saw strawberries for $1.50 and got an instant craving for strawberries covered in sugar (thanks, mom!! ) and immediately grabbed a box. i started looking at them and rolled them all over and i actually touched a giant tuft of furry mold that felt more like a mole (the kind with 4 legs and a stubby tail, not the bodily kind) or a rabbit than any kind of fruit i would dare put in my mouth. it caught me off guard and i jumped back from the box (that i was holding) …which left the box in mid air with nothing to hold it …which left strawberries all over… i’m so smooth.
i got back home and went to let the dogs out. i couldn’t find jack’s leash so i took them out one at a time. usually jack is good about coming back when we let him out without a leash. he goes out, does his business, and comes back in. last night was not the case, so today since i didn’t feel like running all over the place playing his games, i put loki’s leash on him. little kids startled him and he ran, broke the leash, and flew back in the apartment. we’d been out for a while so i figured he was done because he usually doesn’t like going back inside.
i started unloading groceries and getting settled eating crackers and cheese and lemonade and as soon as my butt hit the couch, jack started doing the spin-in-circles-before-you-poo routine and i started hollerin’ as loud as i could. it didn’t phase him, so i picked him up and put him outside on the porch so he could run downstairs and do his business …again. what i didn’t realize was when i carried him to the door, he was still poo-ing in mid air. he left a nice “hansel and gretel” like trail.
now that i have restored order in the apartment, i’m enjoying a cheese ball with cracked wheat crackers and lemonade watching Mad TV. 5 minutes ago i FINALLY realized who my orthodontist reminds me off–BOB NEWHART. it took me this long to figure that out. 6 years. i’m an idiot.
after i finish relaxing on this gorgeous day, i’m finally going to crack down and write my history paper and start making up things to put in my networking presentation. that’ll be interesting.
i will make a real post tomorrow or thursday, i promise. but i couldn’t help but write this little tidbit before going to sleep.
i was running late trying to get to my 3:30 exam today. i was rushing to get my things together and rushing to get dressed and rushing to just get my butt out the door. i wanted to get a good parking spot on campus so i didn’t have to continue rushing to my building. parking is not free and if you are in your spot for a minute over the allotted time, you will get a ticket. to make it better, bill clinton was speaking at our campus today so traffic was unbelievably insane. if i wanted a decent spot, i had to leave as soon as possible and i had to wait until i got on campus to change into jeans and a t-shirt (i was still in my pajamas) after finding a parking spot that was somewhat close to where i needed to be. today was just one of those days… and of course i’d already missed the appalcart by barely a minute and driving to campus was my last resort.
SO. i got to campus and got a really freaking good parking spot in the parking deck which is like a whole 200 yards (if that) from the building my exam was in. i couldn’t believe it and practically jumped for joy. practically. i started trying to change in my car–no easy feat. it’s a tiny car and although i’m a tiny person, limbs flailing around doesn’t work so well. i got my shirt changed and i got my pants changed. i was in business, or so i thought.
i walked into the building and started going towards my classroom when i realized 1) i had to pee and 2) my leg felt really weird. it felt… (for lack of a better word) squishy. i promise this is not disgusting. it’s safe to keep reading.
somehow, my underwear had gotten stuck in my pant leg and was all balled up inside my pant jeans. if some random guy walked past me, he probably thought i had a giant tumor or a hamster shoved up my pant leg. the only thing i could think at the time was, i’m glad it wasn’t the other leg. the other leg has a giant hole ripped in the back so if it had been in that leg, i would’ve had a nice pair of undies dangling out the back of my jeans. i’m a freaking retard.
this article is one of the many i’ve been reading lately that scares the shit out of me. i remember joking with friends when we were little about how we wanted to move to another country, like australia or something. now it’s sounding less like a joke and more like reality. i don’t really want to be here when the shit hits the fan more so than it already has. i really want to get the book the authors mentioned–Nemisis: The Last Days of the American Republic. not having read about it yet, it makes me wonder if it is something along the lines of comparing the fall of Rome to the potential crumbling of the U.S. it wouldn’t surprise me.
Some of the damage can never be rectified. There are, however, some steps that the U.S. urgently needs to take. These include reversing Bush’s 2001 and 2003 tax cuts for the wealthy, beginning to liquidate our global empire of over 800 military bases, cutting from the defense budget all projects that bear no relationship to national security and ceasing to use the defense budget as a Keynesian jobs program.
If we do these things we have a chance of squeaking by. If we don’t, we face probable national insolvency and a long depression.
the part at the end is kind of what i was hoping to read–if there is any way to reverse some of the damage that has been done. i’ve never been a political person or at all involved in taking sides, but i know i’m certainly voting for obama. maybe we can take a turn for the better… baby steps you could say.
i’m also glad that when i get out of college and get a job in the real world that it will be in a steadily growing industry. that gives me some hope that i won’t end up completely screwed in the long run. although, if that plan fails, i’m going to plan B and becoming a prison guard, or buying land to hold cemeteries. or opening a hot dog stand. almost everyone likes hot dogs, right??
i hate you, mr. president. i hope you enjoy that name while it lasts, you greedy piece of garbage.
apparently when i took jack and loki out to pee this morning, jack did not empty his bladder because as soon as adam shifted positions on the couch at 2:30 this afternoon, jack got either excited or just coincidentally had to pee really bad. he started taking a leak right in front of us in the middle of the living room.
i had my laptop on my lap and adam’s legs were covering mine so i couldn’t very well jump to the rescue. adam’s brain wasn’t fully functioning yet, so we both kind of stared until it actually set in that that just happened. it was like a lightbulb went on for both of us. adam leaped off the couch, smacked jack, and went to get his flip flops to take him out. i ran to get paper towels and the resolve carpet spray. before either of us could do either one of those things, jack was taking a leak again. i was all, SERIOUSLY?? how does your tiny body hold a gallon of pee??
adam got angry instead of just agitated. he picked up jack and threw him to his cage. he’s not a morning person and also not the most calm when he gets pissed off, so the throw wasn’t exactly a gentle toss, but rather a hurl. i guess jack twisted his leg or hit it really hard or something because he started SCREAMING. i’ve heard jack whine like hell before and i’ve heard him yelp and screech but this was far worse than anything i’ve ever heard come out of him before. given that males aren’t generally the nurturing type, adam kind of sat there and just held jack by the neck. well, that’s obviously not going to do a damn thing. i stepped in.
i scooped up jack and held him and rubbed his leg until my eardrums stopped bleeding. a lot of times when he and loki play fight and loki chews a little too hard, he’ll shriek and do the same whole “omg i’m dying” spiel and scream (not nearly this bad, normally) and limp for about 10 minutes. this time, he’s been limping since it happened and i feel really bad. jack gets on my nerves 99% of the time i’m around him, but i am such a pushover for his sad eyes.
i cradled him for a pretty good while. then he peed again from all the excitement and instead of it being on the carpet, it was on himself–EW. i had to carry him outside to let him drain it one last time and since i had to carry him, i obviously had to come in contact with said pee.
when i brought him back inside, i decided it would be a smart idea to give him a bath because i was completely grossed out at this point and it probably smelled. i put jack in the bathtub and got a glass (couldn’t find a plastic cup) to pour water on him with. adam’s shower doesn’t have one of those detachable shower heads. i got him all wet and lathered up and started rinsing him off. the glass i used had a little crack in it already but i guess it smacked the bottom of the tub too hard and it shattered. i didn’t even know it shattered and i definitely didn’t realize that i had sliced my finger wide open until blood started gushing out everywhere.
luckily i had unicorn bandaids (made with real unicorn tears for healing power) and some neosporin at my rescue. it didn’t stop bleeding for a heck of a long time but somehow, bandaids always make it feel better right away.
at the end of the day, we had a nasty carpet, a dog with a sprained leg/ankle/whatever, a bloodied shower curtain, and a sliced open finger, all because i didn’t let jack drain the main vein for all of the 2 hours it takes him to take a leak. the moral of this story is–let your dog pee, for gosh sakes, because you might end up in the hospital.
i think yesterday was one of the longest days i have had in my life. it felt that way, at least. thursday night was my friend kyle’s 21st birthday so we went bar hopping all over boone. i had not planned on sticking around with them all night because i wanted to get a good night’s sleep before going to cisco on friday, but i ended up running into so many old friends i couldn’t resist staying out all night because i was having such a good time. since i’ve quit yaz, i’ve felt like my old self again and actually hanging out with my friends instead of being a hermit is such a good feeling.
i met up with the bunch at applebee’s. people joined up with us as the night went on so it ended up being a group of about 10 of us running around at any given time. we walked to ruby tuesday’s after applebee’s and that’s where i had my first beer–a 22oz of bud light in a mug that was almost taller than i was. i felt slightly like a hobbit holding that beer, not gonna lie. it didn’t help that they had HUGE chairs around the bar that i couldn’t get in between or reach over and the bartender just put my beer down in the middle of the bar. I COULDN’T REACH MY BEER TO PICK IT UP. i was on my tip toes stretching to grab the handle on the mug and i seriously could not get to it. i turned and looked at amanda and my face was fire truck red from my embarrassment. instead of helping me, she looked me square in the eyes and lost all composure and almost collapsed to the floor laughing, and then announced to everyone else that i was too short to drink there and we needed to go somewhere else. i still have not heard the end of that. they finally gave me my beer. all i could think of was lord of the rings when merry goes, “IT COMES IN PINTS?!”
ruby tuesday’s was boring and we relocated to cafe portofino. we all played darts for a while and i ran into some of my neighbors and some buddies from high school. it was a nice little reunion. i didn’t drink anything but i almost wish i did because their drinks come in little bitty mason jars that. they were so cute. i’m a sucker for miniature things, kind of ironic.
cafe portofino eventually got boring, too, so we ran to murphy’s. literally. i was wearing a pair of corduroy pants i hadn’t worn in probably a year and a half and on the upside, i lost some inches around my hips. on the downside, my pants wouldn’t stay up long enough to run 10 feet so i kind of waddled/sprinted/waddled all the way to the next place. i did, however, get footage of the guys running through the streets of boone trying to find their way to the bar. it’s pretty much impossible to get lost in boone but we were on the backside of the main strip on king street so they didn’t really remember which part of it the bar was located in without seeing signs. so… there was a lot of running back and forth, screaming, getting hurt, and hailing hitler involved. they’re going to hate me for that video, i think.
it turned out there was a live band at murphy’s which was a nice surprise. it was a reggae band but i can’t remember the name. i wish i could, though, because i liked them a lot. usually that place has some weird groups come to play but i really enjoyed their style. i never knew a white guy could sound so much like bob marley!! weird. i kind of split off and started making rounds and saying hey to people i knew. i ran into my old neighbors from sophomore year when i lived in my studio apartment. these guys were some of my favorite people to be around and i was so happy to bump into them and they make up some of my fondest college memories. unfortunately they’ve all graduated for the most part, and if they haven’t, they’ll be gone after may. i almost cried when they told me, so i made sure to hang around for the rest of the night.
i almost forgot how much i love people-watching. i was sitting at a table listening to the music and taking it all in. there were these 2 girls and a guy who was friends with my friends all kind of standing around near the singer. to put it in perspective, he was your stereotypical frat boy with the pastel colored polo, sperrys, pleated shorts, sport coat that didn’t match, aviators, gelled hair, the whole works. the girls were your stereotypical hippie chicks who weren’t paying attention to anything but swaying to the music and i’m pretty sure they were lesbians from the way they were acting with one another. this kid walked up to them, started trying to booty dance in between them, and they immediately turned and gave him this “i’m going to kill you” kind of glare. one of them just laughed afterwards and said “no” which was probably the most blunt, calm, and hilarious shut down i’ve ever witnessed. the other girl told him to throw away his sport coat and then turned and walked up to ME and tried to dance. it was an awkward situation. i got up and went to the ladies room. to be honest, the poor guy needed a hit to his ego, lord knows some men need to be put in check every now and then.
i stayed there until around 2-2:30 and a buddy of mine drove me back to my apartment. i didn’t get to bed until 3-3:30 and i probably should’ve just pulled an all-nighter. i slept until 5:30 and got up to shower and get business-casual for cisco. i was SO excited about the trip but you know, it’s hard to look excited when you can barely open your eyes. i was proud of how i turned out, though. my outfit looked cute, i actually picked a comfortable pair of heels, and my face was not hating me that morning. my make-up actually looked pretty and i could look in the mirror without wanting to punch myself.
i picked up kyle and 2 other guys that rode with us and we made our way to charlotte. there were a couple speakers from 2 consultant groups (one of which we’d met through AITP already so i gave him my resume ), a sales guy from cisco, and then 3 women spoke to us for the remainder of the day. we got to check out their telepresence room (what i would give to have something like that, probably my first born child), they talked to us about all kinds of stuff and even though i looked like a zombie, i was completely consumed in the lectures and discussions we had. i love trips like this, and i’m almost certain this is the route i want to go. i will be submitting my resume, most definitely. i couldn’t think of a better opportunity. i would go into more detail about the cisco meeting but i think it would bore most of the people that frequent this website, and i don’t want to type all that. if i had to write out every acronym i would probably be sitting here for 6 hours.
they gave us pizza and salad and sodas and i had the ladies look at my resume. they said it’s very professional and they told me to highlight all the web-work i’ve done over the years and that i should use the linux user’s group and the gaming club and all my technical interests as much as possible because being female, it will very much be in my favor. they stressed diversity in the IT field and how much they want more girls so it was kind of fun talking to them.
our group left at 3:45-4ish and drove back to boone. the drive back felt significantly longer than the drive down, probably because my eyelids felt like they had bricks on them. i dropped the guys off and went home and packed and drove straight back down the mountain to meet my dad and christine for dinner. we had mexican and i drank a bunch of cokes so that woke me up again. we came back to find that loki had freaked out when we all left her and she was in their backyard by herself (she isn’t used to my dad’s house) and she chewed the rubber lining off of the back door. i kind of want to strangle her sometimes.
i got back on the road last night around 9:15. i tried to call adam a few times to let him know i was coming later than expected but he was already passed out and didn’t pick up, which didn’t bother me until i got to fort bragg and found out bragg blvd was closed and i had no idea of another road that went near adam’s apartment. i know my way around fayetteville really well but i don’t know that side of fort bragg or the particular highway i ended up driving down. it took me through the ghetto and some seriously trashy parts of the city that i’d rather not end up in again. i tried calling adam to wake him up so he could mapquest it and get me out of there but due to my sweet echolocation skills (and i could see the glow of skibo road/the other half of bragg blvd) i found my way to the apartment.
it is 2 PM and we are still on the couch where we ended up falling asleep last night. we watched doom and mortal kombat until 3 something, not sure. as soon as i layed down, i was out cold. i guess i can’t do all-nighters anymore. i think we’re gonna be posted on this couch for the rest of the day. i love saturdays, and secondhand lions is on TV. i’ll put pictures up in a little while when i’m more awake and get some food in my stomach. my tummy is grumbling.
this post is going to be a little dysfunctional because there are a couple things i wanted to address and my day has been filled with completely weird and sporadic thoughts, so post will portray it perfectly.
i’ll admit, i’m addicted to social networking. it’s tough to get around, especially when the blog world is becoming consumed by it by the second. i forget how i bumped into flock but it’s been my little project since last night around midnight. it integrates facebook, flickr, twitter, youtube, and more. you can customize it to post to your CMS (wordpress, movable type, etc) and it also has a section to categorize all your daily news/blog/multimedia feeds from other websites. there are a million other little neat things about it that i keep finding so my point is, go download it. it’s like getting a new toy. got it? good. moving on…
smucker’s uncrustables. my roommate bought these and while i was sitting here on my laptop complaining about being hungry, she offered me one. when i asked her what it was, i was shocked to find out that it’s merely a pre-made peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crust yanked off. HOW LAZY CAN YOU GET?! not my roommate, but people in general. i always thought that peanut butter and jelly was like the one guaranteed meal i could always make when i didn’t feel like cooking and/or had zilch for options in the cupboard. it takes all of 2 minutes to put together and that’s including acquiring ingredients and cleaning up bread crumbs. but… now it’s already been done for us. i want to shout a big fat WTF to the person who agreed to market these things. i have yet to eat mine but they somehow mysteriously managed to get the jelly INSIDE the peanut butter…
this is only one more item on the list of evidence to support my theory that the world will one day be exactly as it is in the movie idiocracy. uncrustables will be second ONLY to the airing of the show “flavor of love”.
this article was definitely digg-worthy. i read it and immediately submitted it. i also immediately regretted ever eating pizza hut personal pan meat lover’s pizza (my absolute favorite which makes me even sicker) and KFC’s mashed potato bowls (adam gets one every time we go and i am pretty fond of them, myself) and ihop/waffle house meals (best drunk food ever). i am, however, very happy that i’ve never eaten an entire bloomin’ onion because look at all the bloomin’ fat–203 grams!!!!! i wish i could throw up all of those items that i’ve ever consumed. no wonder i got love handles in high school. if you work at pizza hut–QUIT NOW!
The “personal” in this title makes one assume you’re supposed to eat the whole thing yourself. And then you do. And people wonder why we have an obesity epidemic.
i think i’m going to cry. that’s the saddest thing i’ve read all day.
lately i have been getting ridiculous amounts of website requests and i am loving it. i’ve done a pretty good job balancing them all out and i think i’m finished for the most part. i have one small landing page to do for a friend and then i’m just waiting on information to start on others. i forgot how much fun these little side projects could be, and how nice it is to make money off of them. if anyone needs something done, give me a holler because i’m just sittin’ here on this couch rearin’ to go!
after finishing up a website this afternoon, i started working on my study guide for my infrastructures exam thursday. the damn thing is 17 pages–the longest one so far. the other ones were 12, maybe 13 pages. i couldn’t believe it. i’ve got a lot of learnin’ to do. i’m pretty sure i’m gonna nail this exam. i love this class. it’s a hell of a confidence boost, too.
friday is the AITP trip to cisco down in charlotte. i’m really excited because i haven’t been to cisco in, ohh, 4 years!!! i love how i didn’t get any pictures of myself standing in front of the giant bundles of pink cat-5. i want some more because i used all mine making bracelets… maybe this time… mwahaha. the only downside is we’re not going to cisco in RTP which is where my buddies work, so i guess i’ll have to wait another day to come bug them on the job. it would’ve been nice to be able to meet up.
before i start studying (and inevitably pass out), here’s a video that pretty much sums up saturday night. enjoy.
there are 2 weeks left of this semester and i can not believe it. it flew by so fast. i’m almost glad i’m not graduating this may because i’m realizing more and more how not ready i am. anyway, registration was a couple weeks ago and after a bit of tweaking, i think i have the perfect semester lined up.
CIS 4680 is mostly java (hello again, highschool… woohoo!), CIS 4585 is more or less a hacking & security course with a fancy name, and CIS 4545 is a class that one of my professors is working on jointly with IBM. i’m actually really excited about that one. i’m excited about my entire course load, and i am only slightly nervous about how much it’s going to kick my ass. i usually only take 4 classes a semester because i tend to overload myself with stress when i take more than that, but i couldn’t resist taking 4585. and it’s got one of my favorite professors.
if that bored you, i’m sorry. here is a video of the cutest thing ever that my friend joe sent me earlier.
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here goes nothin’… seriously.
in recent months, i have fallen in love with fedora core 8
one of my favorite snacks is roma tomatoes with the insides cut out drenched in ranch dressing
i date a badass soldier
i want to work at red hat or cisco or become a freelance web designer or some other type of nerd one day
if i was rich, i would buy all my shirts from threadless
i can’t stop biting my fingernails… especially on long car rides
events in my past haunt me and have proceeded to seriously screw up my social life
lately i’m realizing how much of a jealous person i am
i’m sorry if my list sucks. i’m tired and it’s late. i will make a real post this weekend probably. i have a couple really cute videos of loki and jack playing last weekend, and pictures on my camera from this week/last week that i don’t really remember taking, but they’re entertaining. at least, i think they are.
he did it silently and didn’t give me any warning before i sat down in my favorite pair of stretchy, comfy, yoga pants. it was probably an 8 or a 9 on my scale of disgustingness. i got up and grabbed the roll of paper towels and some spray and started cleaning it up when i heard a familiar sound–the sound i SHOULD have heard when he peed on the leather couch, but this time it was the sound of jack peeing on the floor instead.
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oh well. next time.
i think after this weekend, i’ll be plenty ready to start a real job. i just hope they give me good hours.
). my other grades have not been posted yet, which bugs the heck out of me, but what can i do, right? classes are over and i can relax. it’s a pretty exciting feeling. i think this summer is gonna be a lot of fun.
i ended up breaking up with him a couple days after my 18th birthday. evidently that was a move i’d been planning since before i wrote this letter because i specifically said in the letter that i wanted to end it. i think i was a little late on the delivery.
) and immediately grabbed a box. i started looking at them and rolled them all over and i actually touched a giant tuft of furry mold that felt more like a mole (the kind with 4 legs and a stubby tail, not the bodily kind) or a rabbit than any kind of fruit i would dare put in my mouth. it caught me off guard and i jumped back from the box (that i was holding) …which left the box in mid air with nothing to hold it …which left strawberries all over… 
i’m a sucker for miniature things, kind of ironic.
it’s a hell of a confidence boost, too.
