[never forget]
Seriously, I have so much to do online that I don't even know where to start. I suppose I should go pay my overdue cable bill first . . .
But yes, facebook has reeled me back in. After ignoring it for awhile, or at least not frequenting it as often as I did when it first came to UWEC (yes, back in the day where you had to be a college student and your school had to add it in order to access the website), there are now all these add-ons that are totally fucking hooking me, and I have a feeling I'm going to end up reading friends updates on there just as much as I do here, b/c the majority of those ppl are ppl I know in real life, and it's cool to see what's going on in their lives, too. I just added a bunch of songs I liked using this iLike program, and omg, was THAT fun. You know me and music. (Ooh, I just had a thought - is there one like that for books? That would be fun.)
Agh. Anyway. I get distracted SO EASILY sometimes.
I don't even want to start attempting to read my f-list. *cries* A week and a half, you guys. It's gonna be crazy. Especially since there were 2 weekends in there. And ppl who were in school are generally out. Gah. I'll deal, though. I'll just have to do it a little bit at a time. That's all.
Shit, I was writing this really awesome poem this morning on the bus and I really want to finish it. I may have to do that during commercial breaks during So You Think You Can Dance.
I have a really nasty ranch taste in my mouth from this snack mix thing I bought at Festival today. It's gross. I don't know what possessed me to buy it - I don't like ranch all that much in the first place. But I think it was b/c there were Bugles in the mix, and Bugles are the shit, and I hadn't had them in forever, so yes, Bugles it was. And therefore I am now eating peanut butter (no way, right?) on a bagel, hoping it will rid me of the offensive aftertaste. Ick. I hate that. Ha, I totally found an unopened pack of gum in the pocket of a coat today, so I chewed a piece of that after lunch, lmao. Seriously, I think looking in coat pockets might be my favorite part of pricing, lol. You never know what you're going to find. Most of the time, it's old tissues, which is disgusting, but sometimes you get random fun stuff, or maybe not fun stuff, but different things. Like today, I found that pack of gum and also a mini pill box (like the plastic kind to separate dosages).
Anyway, wow, I like to ramble about really not important stuff. Cool. Imogen Heap is on now, which makes me happy, and reminds me of awesome factoids a/b my roommate: She likes Imogen. And Regina. She rocks. She's a vocal music major, so she's always got some kind of interesting music on. It's fun. :)
I need to see last week's So You Think You Can Dance episodes, and Pirate Master, and the Top Chef showdown. :( I will probably end up watching those this weekend sometime. I'm too lazy and busy to do it now.
Enough babbling. I'll probably be back after Top Chef to be like afeahfklsdiiu. You know how it is.
ETA: So You Think You Can Dance just started, and yeah, this is the reality show (b/c NCIS is the show overall) that totally turns me into a 13-year-old teenybopper fan. OMF. You have no idea. I'm bouncing around.
But yes, facebook has reeled me back in. After ignoring it for awhile, or at least not frequenting it as often as I did when it first came to UWEC (yes, back in the day where you had to be a college student and your school had to add it in order to access the website), there are now all these add-ons that are totally fucking hooking me, and I have a feeling I'm going to end up reading friends updates on there just as much as I do here, b/c the majority of those ppl are ppl I know in real life, and it's cool to see what's going on in their lives, too. I just added a bunch of songs I liked using this iLike program, and omg, was THAT fun. You know me and music. (Ooh, I just had a thought - is there one like that for books? That would be fun.)
Agh. Anyway. I get distracted SO EASILY sometimes.
I don't even want to start attempting to read my f-list. *cries* A week and a half, you guys. It's gonna be crazy. Especially since there were 2 weekends in there. And ppl who were in school are generally out. Gah. I'll deal, though. I'll just have to do it a little bit at a time. That's all.
Shit, I was writing this really awesome poem this morning on the bus and I really want to finish it. I may have to do that during commercial breaks during So You Think You Can Dance.
I have a really nasty ranch taste in my mouth from this snack mix thing I bought at Festival today. It's gross. I don't know what possessed me to buy it - I don't like ranch all that much in the first place. But I think it was b/c there were Bugles in the mix, and Bugles are the shit, and I hadn't had them in forever, so yes, Bugles it was. And therefore I am now eating peanut butter (no way, right?) on a bagel, hoping it will rid me of the offensive aftertaste. Ick. I hate that. Ha, I totally found an unopened pack of gum in the pocket of a coat today, so I chewed a piece of that after lunch, lmao. Seriously, I think looking in coat pockets might be my favorite part of pricing, lol. You never know what you're going to find. Most of the time, it's old tissues, which is disgusting, but sometimes you get random fun stuff, or maybe not fun stuff, but different things. Like today, I found that pack of gum and also a mini pill box (like the plastic kind to separate dosages).
Anyway, wow, I like to ramble about really not important stuff. Cool. Imogen Heap is on now, which makes me happy, and reminds me of awesome factoids a/b my roommate: She likes Imogen. And Regina. She rocks. She's a vocal music major, so she's always got some kind of interesting music on. It's fun. :)
I need to see last week's So You Think You Can Dance episodes, and Pirate Master, and the Top Chef showdown. :( I will probably end up watching those this weekend sometime. I'm too lazy and busy to do it now.
Enough babbling. I'll probably be back after Top Chef to be like afeahfklsdiiu. You know how it is.
ETA: So You Think You Can Dance just started, and yeah, this is the reality show (b/c NCIS is the show overall) that totally turns me into a 13-year-old teenybopper fan. OMF. You have no idea. I'm bouncing around.