So, yes, yet another post about how mean I am. I'm gonna have to start putting things on here about the nice things I do. I like puppies and babies, I co-coach volleyball for 11 & 12-year olds. I gave money to a homeless guy this month. But right now, I'm talking about stupid rude people at movie theaters.
Come on! Does it take a UM degree to realize it's rude to have your cell phone open in a movie?
I'm watching this movie, and it's pretty great and pretty crazy and in the corner of my eye I see the constant flashing of... A CELL PHONE!
Look, I own one, I like it. I leave it off in the movies. It's rude.
This silly little asian girl is waving it around and trying to be subtle, but she's using the light of it to take notes or something, I have no idea. This goes on for about 35 minutes and I decide I'd had enough.
I actually got up and walked over there and said something along the lines of, "Either put that away or I'll find someone to make you put it away. You're bothering everyone. Sit in the back if you're gonna have it open." I just see her completely wide-eyed looking up at me in the blue glow of her phone. Her stupid little friends surrounding her, all staring at the phone.
I go sit down and I'm all panicky because I don't like to confront people, but come on. What the hell? Put it away!
She got all ballsy at intermission and came to tell me I didn't have to be so rude.
Well, too bad girlie. If you need to take notes, watch the damn movie at home.
REALLY.
Oh, and today I saw this survey which included this question:
19. Would you rather date someone 2 years older then you or 20 years younger?
What??? Ok, consider the age of most myspace users. Do you think they're even old enough to date someone 20 years younger? They aren't even 20! Isn't this kind of a disgusting question? If I preferred someone 20 years younger, I'd be dating a 9-year old. Gross.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Email issues
Current mood: irritated
I'm beginning to suspect I'm missing emails. I think my Comcast email has turned into the HAL9000. I think it's only letting approved messages through.
I'm getting spam. I never got spam before.
I'm also not getting any flickr emails anymore.
And I'm not getting any facebook emails anymore. (though I don't really like facebook)
and I suspect there's lots of other things I'm missing.
So. If you've sent me an email recently, and I didn't reply, I probably didn't get it.
I hate Comcast.
I think I'm gonna switch to Gmail.
I hate switching email accounts.
Grr.
I'm beginning to suspect I'm missing emails. I think my Comcast email has turned into the HAL9000. I think it's only letting approved messages through.
I'm getting spam. I never got spam before.
I'm also not getting any flickr emails anymore.
And I'm not getting any facebook emails anymore. (though I don't really like facebook)
and I suspect there's lots of other things I'm missing.
So. If you've sent me an email recently, and I didn't reply, I probably didn't get it.
I hate Comcast.
I think I'm gonna switch to Gmail.
I hate switching email accounts.
Grr.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Does anybody know it's Halloween?
Current mood: sad
You must know. Though you wouldn't know it walking into Meijer, they've already got the Christmas decorations out. We had our annual all-out blo-out Halloween bash last night. Overall, it was nice. I think people had a good time.
I have to say I'm a little disappointed with the turnout. I really look forward to this party, and spend a lot of time and effort and work to make it go the way it should. This is important to me. I would hope that my friends would realize that it is important to me. I feel I'm getting this, "Oh, that party again," vibe. It was really cool this year. We really went all out. And several of my friends, though they had indicated they were coming, were no-call no-show. I should know better, I love my friends but they are who they are. I shouldn't be surprised. But still, it was my Halloween party, and I worked so hard. For them to not realize, to not pay attention to the fact that it is important to me and not show up makes me think they don't like me. I'm sure they don't think it's a big deal, and have valid excuses and don't view it the way I do. I probably shouldn't take it personally but it still really hurt my feelings. (One of you got drunk dialed. You should have been there.)
I've been a little down on myself lately and this doesn't help my self-esteem. I think it's still because I'm just so tired and worn out and my house is trashed. There are leaves in my kitchen. My coffee table is in my bedroom. My plants are in my laundry room. Everything is wrong. Lots of work still to do to get it all back in order.
People really are like the game the Sims and it makes me shake my head. Someone spilled a drink in my kitchen and just left it. If you don't give them a trash can, they'll throw their garbage on the floor. One time people put beer bottles in my gutters. All this work, and all this clean up and just sometimes I don't think it's worth it.
For those of you that were there, and that were excited and impressed with everything, a big THANK YOU!
The best quote of the night goes to Alaska Katie for saying, "Bar none, this is the best Halloween party I have ever been to in my entire life," and for Matt Foley (Rob) for making me laugh my ass off. You are the best Matt Foley, ever.
I stayed up too late and my costume proved messy. I had pink hair, and was too tired to wash before bed, so I had pink pajamas, a pink pillow, pink neck and ears, pink hands, pink everywhere I went. What a freakin mess.
Anyway, just thought I'd vent. Good night.
You must know. Though you wouldn't know it walking into Meijer, they've already got the Christmas decorations out. We had our annual all-out blo-out Halloween bash last night. Overall, it was nice. I think people had a good time.
I have to say I'm a little disappointed with the turnout. I really look forward to this party, and spend a lot of time and effort and work to make it go the way it should. This is important to me. I would hope that my friends would realize that it is important to me. I feel I'm getting this, "Oh, that party again," vibe. It was really cool this year. We really went all out. And several of my friends, though they had indicated they were coming, were no-call no-show. I should know better, I love my friends but they are who they are. I shouldn't be surprised. But still, it was my Halloween party, and I worked so hard. For them to not realize, to not pay attention to the fact that it is important to me and not show up makes me think they don't like me. I'm sure they don't think it's a big deal, and have valid excuses and don't view it the way I do. I probably shouldn't take it personally but it still really hurt my feelings. (One of you got drunk dialed. You should have been there.)
I've been a little down on myself lately and this doesn't help my self-esteem. I think it's still because I'm just so tired and worn out and my house is trashed. There are leaves in my kitchen. My coffee table is in my bedroom. My plants are in my laundry room. Everything is wrong. Lots of work still to do to get it all back in order.
People really are like the game the Sims and it makes me shake my head. Someone spilled a drink in my kitchen and just left it. If you don't give them a trash can, they'll throw their garbage on the floor. One time people put beer bottles in my gutters. All this work, and all this clean up and just sometimes I don't think it's worth it.
For those of you that were there, and that were excited and impressed with everything, a big THANK YOU!
The best quote of the night goes to Alaska Katie for saying, "Bar none, this is the best Halloween party I have ever been to in my entire life," and for Matt Foley (Rob) for making me laugh my ass off. You are the best Matt Foley, ever.
I stayed up too late and my costume proved messy. I had pink hair, and was too tired to wash before bed, so I had pink pajamas, a pink pillow, pink neck and ears, pink hands, pink everywhere I went. What a freakin mess.
Anyway, just thought I'd vent. Good night.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Last Chance! All you ghouls, hippies, whores and freaks of the night...
Current mood: geeky
Hey all,
Saturday night.
October 27.
8pm. (or later)
My house.
If you're in for a pretty cool Halloween party, send me a message and I'll get you directions.
Costumes mandatory.
Some beverages and munchies provided.
There will be fire.
We've destroyed our home in the name of a pagan holiday.
You will be impressed.
I'm not kidding.
The Ann Arbor News interviewed us.
We are that cool.
You should be there.
Hey all,
Saturday night.
October 27.
8pm. (or later)
My house.
If you're in for a pretty cool Halloween party, send me a message and I'll get you directions.
Costumes mandatory.
Some beverages and munchies provided.
There will be fire.
We've destroyed our home in the name of a pagan holiday.
You will be impressed.
I'm not kidding.
The Ann Arbor News interviewed us.
We are that cool.
You should be there.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
To the lady who’s kid I called a brat...
Current mood: hungry
I didn't mean it. Well, that's not true. I did. I don't have kids. I shouldn't have to be nice to yours.
I was walking through Meijer looking for something and I was in a hurry, tired, hungry, distracted, and deep in thought. Your precious one pulled me out of my funk. You were coming down the lane and she was clinging to the front of your cart, and as she got near, she turned toward me and stuck her tongue out at me with full-force attitude only a 4- or 5-year old could muster.
I was surprised, and could only mutter, "You brat," before you passed.
I tensed inside, fully expecting a mommy rant coming for me about calling her child names.
Instead I faintly hear mommy's voice from behind me, "Well you were being a brat. Stop being a brat."
Ha ha ha ha ha! Awesome!
I didn't mean it. Well, that's not true. I did. I don't have kids. I shouldn't have to be nice to yours.
I was walking through Meijer looking for something and I was in a hurry, tired, hungry, distracted, and deep in thought. Your precious one pulled me out of my funk. You were coming down the lane and she was clinging to the front of your cart, and as she got near, she turned toward me and stuck her tongue out at me with full-force attitude only a 4- or 5-year old could muster.
I was surprised, and could only mutter, "You brat," before you passed.
I tensed inside, fully expecting a mommy rant coming for me about calling her child names.
Instead I faintly hear mommy's voice from behind me, "Well you were being a brat. Stop being a brat."
Ha ha ha ha ha! Awesome!
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