You get down with your bad self, Billy Zane.
So, I just finished watching Dead Calm, which was pretty boss, if kind of ridiculous in terms of how people go about treating their boat-hijackers and people spontaneously appearing out of nowhere after supposedly drowning. (To say nothing of the impracticality of roaches = decrepit on a BOAT. HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET THERE, SIR?!) That's what's up with the Billy Zane business. He even still had hair!!
In life terms, I got all moved out of the cigar box alright, and only remembered one thing after the fact that I forgot to scrub to death (damn you, vacuum coils!) Of course, I'm taking my DAMN sweet time unpacking, including just unloading the the car. The table and boxes of clothes are still taking up valuable real estate in Wuvvums. The lady (in the year there, it was ALWAYS the same woman in the office...)said we'd get the deposit check in the mail in an indeterminate-but-timely manner along with an itemized list of any deductions if we feel the need to argue any. It'll probably come in two half-checks to each of us, so I'll deposit mine and write it out in a personal check and deliver both to you ASAP, Mia.
School's going well, I'm actually keeping on top of stuff in a timely manner and (...wait for it...) READING THE BOOK this time. Iknorite? It helps, shockingly. :B In my Middle Eastern History class, anyway. My CS class is ridiculously easy, and several weeks into the semester I can only recall one new thing I've actually learned, but whatevs. I'm not one to poo-poo at a class just because it's not the most engaging thing ever when it comes to knocking out reqs.
Oh god, this cocoa is the best thing I've ever tasted. Hershey's and Swiss Miss can kiss my ass, because hot chocolate made with REAL cocoa and sugar and vanilla and such vastly superior. I made a mocha the other day with real cocoa, too, and Starbucks is cheating people even more that I previously assumed.
Mom's desktop went kaput for some reason, so she's commandeered my laptop (omg installing the printer onto this thing was insane) for the time being, and learned just how insanely slow the desktop actually was. She also learned she hates trackpads, but who doesn't? Anyhoo, Mike, in his infinite kindness and knowledge, has it and is gonna give it once over since it seems like something that, at the very worst, will allow data-recovery and reformatting. God bless the techies!
We just got back from a weekend trip to visit Rosie and check out Universal, which was both fun and not. Rosie remains wonderful (and her boobs look equally wonderful in her new bras, I must say), but i give this warning to all: If ever tempted to give the Universal Studios halloween event a try over the Knott's Scary Farm Halloween Haunt, DO NOT. IT SUCKS BUTT AND BALLS AT THE SAME TIME. Similarly, NEVER GO WITH A MASSIVE GAGGLE OF ANGRY, CHAUVINISTIC, IRATE, VAGUELY INCESTUOUS MORMONS. Bob can go get himself struck by lightning for all I care, and maybe the synapse-fry will knock his inflated ego down a few pegs. We wasted SO MUCH TIME following him because he insisted he knew where he was going when he didn't. Ugh. If not for the company I had to endure, Universal would probably only rank a few rungs below Knott's, but with them, it may as well be underground. NEVER AGAIN. Fuck Monica and her desire to try somewhere else because "the Hanging is just too raunchy." Universal is no less disgusting and sexual in its floor shows, and they SEVERELY overdo the "omg a chainsaw-wielding psycho" costumed employee thing. I was choking on chainsaw fumes the entire night, and their mazes smelled DISGUSTING. I don't know if we just kept ending up behind someone who broke wind the entire time or if they thought it some brilliant ambiance ploy, but all of the mazes had this HORRIBLE rotten, chemical odor that pervaded the air and the strips of burlap they made you walk through at every turn, and clung to you after the fact like a parasite. Not fun at all. And they only have, like, two rides open at night, unlike Knott's which is practically in full swing.
Take heed, kidlings.
IN SUMMATION: real hot cocoa = the shit
Universal Studios = bullshit.
EDIT: Oh shit, son. I forgot to tell those of you who haven't been bombarded by familial nerd-pride already, my sister totally enlisted me (okay, she asked nicely) to make her Halloween costume. She's going to be Princess Peach. Hellz to the yeah.
In life terms, I got all moved out of the cigar box alright, and only remembered one thing after the fact that I forgot to scrub to death (damn you, vacuum coils!) Of course, I'm taking my DAMN sweet time unpacking, including just unloading the the car. The table and boxes of clothes are still taking up valuable real estate in Wuvvums. The lady (in the year there, it was ALWAYS the same woman in the office...)said we'd get the deposit check in the mail in an indeterminate-but-timely manner along with an itemized list of any deductions if we feel the need to argue any. It'll probably come in two half-checks to each of us, so I'll deposit mine and write it out in a personal check and deliver both to you ASAP, Mia.
School's going well, I'm actually keeping on top of stuff in a timely manner and (...wait for it...) READING THE BOOK this time. Iknorite? It helps, shockingly. :B In my Middle Eastern History class, anyway. My CS class is ridiculously easy, and several weeks into the semester I can only recall one new thing I've actually learned, but whatevs. I'm not one to poo-poo at a class just because it's not the most engaging thing ever when it comes to knocking out reqs.
Oh god, this cocoa is the best thing I've ever tasted. Hershey's and Swiss Miss can kiss my ass, because hot chocolate made with REAL cocoa and sugar and vanilla and such vastly superior. I made a mocha the other day with real cocoa, too, and Starbucks is cheating people even more that I previously assumed.
Mom's desktop went kaput for some reason, so she's commandeered my laptop (omg installing the printer onto this thing was insane) for the time being, and learned just how insanely slow the desktop actually was. She also learned she hates trackpads, but who doesn't? Anyhoo, Mike, in his infinite kindness and knowledge, has it and is gonna give it once over since it seems like something that, at the very worst, will allow data-recovery and reformatting. God bless the techies!
We just got back from a weekend trip to visit Rosie and check out Universal, which was both fun and not. Rosie remains wonderful (and her boobs look equally wonderful in her new bras, I must say), but i give this warning to all: If ever tempted to give the Universal Studios halloween event a try over the Knott's Scary Farm Halloween Haunt, DO NOT. IT SUCKS BUTT AND BALLS AT THE SAME TIME. Similarly, NEVER GO WITH A MASSIVE GAGGLE OF ANGRY, CHAUVINISTIC, IRATE, VAGUELY INCESTUOUS MORMONS. Bob can go get himself struck by lightning for all I care, and maybe the synapse-fry will knock his inflated ego down a few pegs. We wasted SO MUCH TIME following him because he insisted he knew where he was going when he didn't. Ugh. If not for the company I had to endure, Universal would probably only rank a few rungs below Knott's, but with them, it may as well be underground. NEVER AGAIN. Fuck Monica and her desire to try somewhere else because "the Hanging is just too raunchy." Universal is no less disgusting and sexual in its floor shows, and they SEVERELY overdo the "omg a chainsaw-wielding psycho" costumed employee thing. I was choking on chainsaw fumes the entire night, and their mazes smelled DISGUSTING. I don't know if we just kept ending up behind someone who broke wind the entire time or if they thought it some brilliant ambiance ploy, but all of the mazes had this HORRIBLE rotten, chemical odor that pervaded the air and the strips of burlap they made you walk through at every turn, and clung to you after the fact like a parasite. Not fun at all. And they only have, like, two rides open at night, unlike Knott's which is practically in full swing.
Take heed, kidlings.
IN SUMMATION: real hot cocoa = the shit
Universal Studios = bullshit.
EDIT: Oh shit, son. I forgot to tell those of you who haven't been bombarded by familial nerd-pride already, my sister totally enlisted me (okay, she asked nicely) to make her Halloween costume. She's going to be Princess Peach. Hellz to the yeah.