Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I played card games with Elly yesterday.
WE played a game that is sort of like Scrabble...but not. It's called Slam and you take a four letter word and change out one letter at a time to make new words. Like FATE to FAME and so forth. Well, we wanted to be awesome and make the game-for-8-year-olds harder. So I was all "What about MUCK?" thinking PUCK and SUCK. But Elly gasps, and says "NO!" Ya. Somebody has a dirty mouth. So we didn't play MUCK....
ACTUALLY, we wound up playing Phase Ten with Adelay and her lover-boy. It was pretty fun. Except everyone had a vendetta against little ole me. Especially said lover. He decided the Skip card stood for Shelby. Joy. (It's just because I'm so good and they felt threatened).
AND, fyi, Newsies songs are stuck in my head.
Friday, October 23, 2009
I was supposed to have some wicked sweet story. But it has been a week and, alas, no wickedness or sweetness.
I am considering swallowing some pistols. For I am without a computer and, therefore, without my life. It really is hard not having my beautiful, lovely laptop. Sigh*
IT all began when my computer started breathing. Yes, breathing. Long, deep sighs of sadness. So I texted ashley and here follows the conversation:
Me: Ashley, my computer is breathing.
Me: it keeps whirring.
Ashley: can I have [it's] numba'? Can I have it? Can I have it?
Ashley: It looks like you're in need of a check-up
Ashley: Give it to me, baby (Uh huh, oh ya!)
Me: How do I live without a computer??
Ashley: I'm sorry.
LOVELY, isn't it? My question is since when are computers in need of check-ups. Like babies. Like little children going to kindergarten? How did my computer become synonymous with sniffling babies? But I guess computers are people too and, sometimes, they need a doctor. It just makes life hard. And it is ridiculous.
ALL because my computer wanted to breathe.
SO that is my life: without a computer for a week. In college. I might go insane.
(Case in point: I am using a Toshiba right now. It fails. I want to snap it in half. Forget check-up's--I want to send this computer to the ER.)