Sad Discovery

Yesterday I realized I can no longer blow up balloons.

Today I confirmed that discovery.

I don't know what happened, I suppose my lack of practice for such a think depreciated my balloon-blowing skills until, erratically, I could blow up a balloon no more! This is a sad discovery. Which I still can't believe has actually come to be true. I could blow up a balloon when I was 5. What gives?

On a lighter note I was informed on the existence of finger monkeys today.

I don't usually find monkeys all that aesthetically pleasing, but the tiny faces and finger-sized bodies of these creatures make them irresistible.

Some one should buy me one

They're only about $5,000...

What day is it again?

So today, during the very start of the afternoon, I was thoroughly convinced that today was Tuesday. I continued with this belief for a good 30 minutes before I was informed about my mistake. What happened in this fictitious monday of mine I could not tell you; or how it transitioned from Sunday and then on into Tuesday. All I know was that I truly believed (for about 30 minutes) that today, Monday the 11th, was really, indeed, a Tuesday. That I had gone to school the day before, and that I only had 3 days of school left in this week.

But it's not. I didn't.

Still 4 to go.

In other news I'm keeping a weekly countdown until spring break.

10.....

So many questions....

The last 8 seconds are the best.

I have come to a definite conclusion.

If you have construction workers, of any kind, working on your house, they will need to use your bathroom.

They will need to use your bathroom and they will use your bathroom and they will miss the toilet.

And you, being unaware of such occurrences will absentmindedly step in this man pee, leaving you to clean both your floor and your foot with proliferating annoyance.

I'm not saying construction workers will miss all the time, but on an average of 2 days at least one of them will miss at least once. Just take my word for it.

You were warned.

The word of the week is...

palliative

as in This week I found myself needing many different forms of palliatives.

I think my computer's on to me...

I have an amazing Mac Book Pro. I love this computer and besides some complications at the very beginning of its adoption we have been very happy together.

But lately it has been freaking out on me.

I think it believes I am having an affair with the enemy.

PC'S!

What my lovely Mac doesn't understand is I must use a pc computer! In my computer science class that is all that is available.

I think Mac is beginning to sense my primitive adoration for that which I grew up with and became primarily comfortable with. I am starting to get frustrated with my Mac as things are not located where they would be on a pc and Mac's applications just stop working on me every now and then, beginning of late.

It's way of "giving me the cold shoulder" I conclude. Mac doesn't even have solitaire preprogramed on it!

But I suppose that was a low blow. It does have chess. But really? Who wants to play that while they're bored?

It is okay though. I could never revert back to my old ways. PC is in the past, Mac.

I hope we can see through our trivial differences and move on toward the future, only growing stronger as user and computer.

rozzzafly?!

Seriously?

That was a pretty douche bag move.