WHEN I WAS YOUNG, CAPS WERE JUST CAPS. CAPITAL LETTERS - FOR NAMES, TITLES, OR WHATEVER YOU LIKE. WITH THE ADVENT OF AOL, AIM, GCHAT, ETC. CAPS REPRESENTED SCREAMING IN TYPE. IT USED TO BE IF YOU WERE IN A CHATROOM WITH YOUR CAPS ON, YOU COULD BE KICKED OUT OF THE ROOM FOR DISTURBING THE "PEACE". (IT MAY STILL BE THIS WAY BUT SINCE I HAVEN'T BEEN TO A CHATROOM IN A LONG TIME, I'M NOT SURE.)
NOW THAT I'VE SPENT YEARS SEEING CAPS AS A CHAT FAUX PAS, IT IS QUITE UNSETTLING TO SEE A WHOLE BUNCH OF WORDS IN CAPS - AS IF SOMEONE IS SCREAMING AT ME. I'M STARTING TO GET A HEADACHE JUST LOOKING AT THIS. WHAT ABOUT YOU GUYS?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Quotes of the Day
"I love culture and drinking."
-Ashley, in response to my suggestion to make Friday night cultural, but with drinks!
"I hear you're looking for dinner suggestions.... McDonald's...they have this burger with two beef patties and two slices of cheese...it's so good!"
-Mark
-Ashley, in response to my suggestion to make Friday night cultural, but with drinks!
"I hear you're looking for dinner suggestions.... McDonald's...they have this burger with two beef patties and two slices of cheese...it's so good!"
-Mark
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Quote of the Day
"What a nice time to sit next to me when you don't have time to watch TV."
-Jackie, after telling me about her drama.
-Jackie, after telling me about her drama.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
True Story
Me: Can you help me get a piece of pork since you're getting yourself some?
Chris: You're so lazy! You've been asking me to get you stuff all through lunch. Can't you get it yourself?
Me: I can't help it if you pick the dishes I want too!
Chris: Whatever.
Me: Maybe it's a brother-sister thing. Here, try to guess what I want next.
Pause while my brother tries to read my mind.
Chris: No, I am not getting you some chicken.
Me: Wrong! I want some pop.
Pause.
Chris: Actually, I was thinking that I want some pop too.
Chris: You're so lazy! You've been asking me to get you stuff all through lunch. Can't you get it yourself?
Me: I can't help it if you pick the dishes I want too!
Chris: Whatever.
Me: Maybe it's a brother-sister thing. Here, try to guess what I want next.
Pause while my brother tries to read my mind.
Chris: No, I am not getting you some chicken.
Me: Wrong! I want some pop.
Pause.
Chris: Actually, I was thinking that I want some pop too.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Things that are sexy:
My skinny jeans from AG
Loving yourself
Playing it cool
Forgiveness
Speaking your mind
Loving yourself
Playing it cool
Forgiveness
Speaking your mind
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Things that are not sexy:
Being sick
Onion bagels
Crowded buses
Crowded buses on a rainy day
Bottling things up
Being petty
Onion bagels
Crowded buses
Crowded buses on a rainy day
Bottling things up
Being petty
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Boys Are Funny
It all started while Ashton and I were stuck in traffic on our way home. We haven't seen each other in weeks so there was much to catch up on. He was telling me about his new job and I was telling him about school, and then we started talking about girls. Specifically, about ranking them on a scale from 1-10.
"You don't understand, this girl is like a 7, when he used to date a 9," he said.
"Who did he date that was a 9?" I asked.
"Lisa*."
"Lisa is a 9?! In that case Angelina Jolie must be a 15! Lisa is not a 9."
"You can't compare Angelina Jolie to Lisa. It's like comparing apples and oranges. You have to put them on their own scale."
"But a 9?"
"Then what is she?" Ashton countered.
"A 7, or an 8 if I was being generous. But not a 9!"
"A 7?! How are you judging them? This girl has big boobs, a cute face and she's fun to hang out with. She's a 9."
Since he was being so general, I didn't want to get into why I thought she was more of a 7 than a 9 (flat hair, sallow skin, etc.) so my response was, "Uh huh, ok then," and then we started talking about something else.
Fast forward to dinner, when Matt and Chris joined us and the topic came up again.
"You know how Lisa's a 9, right?" Ashton prompted.
"Yeah, yeah," Matt responded, not even a split second later.
"Why?" I asked Matt.
"Big boobs and a cute face."
And then fast forward to even later when we met up with Danny at a bar and he started explaining to me that girls can never be a 10.
"10 is the goal. 10 is perfect. You can never have a perfect 10."
"How about Angelina Jolie?" I asked. (If you guys haven't gotten it yet, yes, I think Angelina Jolie is hot.)
"Angelina Jolie is a 9. No one can be a 10, that's just the way it is."
I looked at the other guys and they nodded their heads in agreement.
Then for the rest of the night, we proceeded to rank the girls coming in and out of the bar. It is amusing to note that these guys were very generous with their 9s. I wonder if they realized that if no girl can be a 10, then a 9 will be the highest ranking. Why even bother with a ranking system at all?
*names have been changed to protect the individual's privacy.
"You don't understand, this girl is like a 7, when he used to date a 9," he said.
"Who did he date that was a 9?" I asked.
"Lisa*."
"Lisa is a 9?! In that case Angelina Jolie must be a 15! Lisa is not a 9."
"You can't compare Angelina Jolie to Lisa. It's like comparing apples and oranges. You have to put them on their own scale."
"But a 9?"
"Then what is she?" Ashton countered.
"A 7, or an 8 if I was being generous. But not a 9!"
"A 7?! How are you judging them? This girl has big boobs, a cute face and she's fun to hang out with. She's a 9."
Since he was being so general, I didn't want to get into why I thought she was more of a 7 than a 9 (flat hair, sallow skin, etc.) so my response was, "Uh huh, ok then," and then we started talking about something else.
Fast forward to dinner, when Matt and Chris joined us and the topic came up again.
"You know how Lisa's a 9, right?" Ashton prompted.
"Yeah, yeah," Matt responded, not even a split second later.
"Why?" I asked Matt.
"Big boobs and a cute face."
And then fast forward to even later when we met up with Danny at a bar and he started explaining to me that girls can never be a 10.
"10 is the goal. 10 is perfect. You can never have a perfect 10."
"How about Angelina Jolie?" I asked. (If you guys haven't gotten it yet, yes, I think Angelina Jolie is hot.)
"Angelina Jolie is a 9. No one can be a 10, that's just the way it is."
I looked at the other guys and they nodded their heads in agreement.
Then for the rest of the night, we proceeded to rank the girls coming in and out of the bar. It is amusing to note that these guys were very generous with their 9s. I wonder if they realized that if no girl can be a 10, then a 9 will be the highest ranking. Why even bother with a ranking system at all?
*names have been changed to protect the individual's privacy.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Back in the Day
When I had braces, opened my eyes really wide for pictures so that my eyes didn't look so chinky (who cares if I looked possessed?) and Niki and Molly were still Midwesterners.Thanks for the pic Mollz!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Quote of the Day
"This is what happens when my mom dies - I'm out of the loop!"
-Jenn, after finding out family gossip that happened two years ago.
-Jenn, after finding out family gossip that happened two years ago.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Apologies
to my readers who had to (and will probably continue to) suffer through my spelling and grammar mistakes. I hadn't noticed these mistakes at the time of publishing but today I clicked on some of the older posts and found some glaringly obvious mistakes. If I wasn't so lazy, I'd go back to fix them, but I am. You guys love me anyways right?
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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