Friday, November 26, 2010
Black Friday
So I had a thought about all of the news articles about Black Friday. They have pictures of shoppers and their gifts up, and I just thought, what if their kids see these? I mean, Christmas will be ruined for their children because they had pictures put up on the internet of them actually buying their kids' gifts. I'm just saying, maybe the internet news sites should be a little more considerate and think about the Christmas spirit. I mean, they're pretty much killing Santa by doing this. For shame, internet, for shame...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thanksgiving Break
So today was the first real day of Thanksgiving break. It's the first break we've had since the three-day weekend at the end of the first week of school.
The most productive thing I've done today is get the mail.
And I looked like a hobo doing it. I was in my robe, and even went out with a mug of hot chocolate. I felt like one of the middle aged guys that goes out and gets the paper early in the morning in their underwear and robe. Except I didn't go early in the morning, I went in the afternoon, because I'm a slacker. And I had more than just my underwear on. I had leggings on. Not much better, as they were covered by the robe, but still. Slacker status to the max.
All I've really done today is watch TV and movies online. And listen to Yann Tiersen, who is AMAZING by the way. I feel disappointed in myself as a human being. I totally have things I could have done today. But I didn't do any of them. Have I mentioned that I'm a slacker?
UPDATE: So I just saw this add about how people can transform their blog into a book. ANYONE can do this. How lame is that? Not everyone's personal writings should be a book, people. Imagine if that was your Christmas gift one year, a book made out of some extended relative's blog. And it's horrible. Worst. Gift. Ever. This is something that should not be.
The most productive thing I've done today is get the mail.
And I looked like a hobo doing it. I was in my robe, and even went out with a mug of hot chocolate. I felt like one of the middle aged guys that goes out and gets the paper early in the morning in their underwear and robe. Except I didn't go early in the morning, I went in the afternoon, because I'm a slacker. And I had more than just my underwear on. I had leggings on. Not much better, as they were covered by the robe, but still. Slacker status to the max.
All I've really done today is watch TV and movies online. And listen to Yann Tiersen, who is AMAZING by the way. I feel disappointed in myself as a human being. I totally have things I could have done today. But I didn't do any of them. Have I mentioned that I'm a slacker?
UPDATE: So I just saw this add about how people can transform their blog into a book. ANYONE can do this. How lame is that? Not everyone's personal writings should be a book, people. Imagine if that was your Christmas gift one year, a book made out of some extended relative's blog. And it's horrible. Worst. Gift. Ever. This is something that should not be.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Killjoys, Make Some Noise!
So a new My Chemical Romance album comes out Monday, but they streamed their album online today and I'm currently listening to it. I have to say, it's been worth the wait since "The Black Parade." They've got a new sound, yet still keep some of their old roots. Overall, amazing album.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, Josh Groban's new album came out yesterday. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I haven't heard all of it yet, but from what I have heard, I'm not too impressed. He's branching too far out from what he originally started out as, which was a classical singer, which fits his voice best. I've heard one or two songs on the album that I like, but so far, I'm kind of disappointed, and I don't want to be, because I'm quite a Grobanite, but I just don't know...maybe it will grow on me?
In other news, my plans for getting a custodial job at school have once again been thwarted. You know your current job sucks when the thought of cleaning toilets and vacuuming carpets sounds better that what you're currently doing (which right now is pretty much nothing, since I'm only on call and can't work a lot of the shifts people ask me to work for them. And honestly, I'm so sick of working at the Cannon Center). Granted, I'd be getting 15-20 hours a week, which would be waaaaay sweet. I'd actually be able to bring home a decent paycheck. Luckily I have a friend who works custodial at one of the buildings on campus, and she's going to find out if there's a way for me to get a job there next semester. So look out JKB, you might have a new custodian making you look pretty next semester!
UPDATE: So I know I've been changing my template a lot the past couple of days, but I think this is the one! At least for today...
On the opposite end of the spectrum, Josh Groban's new album came out yesterday. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I haven't heard all of it yet, but from what I have heard, I'm not too impressed. He's branching too far out from what he originally started out as, which was a classical singer, which fits his voice best. I've heard one or two songs on the album that I like, but so far, I'm kind of disappointed, and I don't want to be, because I'm quite a Grobanite, but I just don't know...maybe it will grow on me?
In other news, my plans for getting a custodial job at school have once again been thwarted. You know your current job sucks when the thought of cleaning toilets and vacuuming carpets sounds better that what you're currently doing (which right now is pretty much nothing, since I'm only on call and can't work a lot of the shifts people ask me to work for them. And honestly, I'm so sick of working at the Cannon Center). Granted, I'd be getting 15-20 hours a week, which would be waaaaay sweet. I'd actually be able to bring home a decent paycheck. Luckily I have a friend who works custodial at one of the buildings on campus, and she's going to find out if there's a way for me to get a job there next semester. So look out JKB, you might have a new custodian making you look pretty next semester!
UPDATE: So I know I've been changing my template a lot the past couple of days, but I think this is the one! At least for today...
Monday, November 15, 2010
Okay...
So I realize that I still have this thing, and I haven't done anything with it in forever. Seeing as all sorts of ridiculous things seem to happen to me, and my roommate Nathalie keeps telling me I should write them all down, I've decided to do just that. Hopefully my ridiculous misfortunes will keep you all heartily entertained.
So Friday my toilet decided to explode.
For no good reason, mind you. It's not like I've been abusing it or anything. But I go to the bathroom, go and get my laundry, and come back to find an inch of water on the floor and water flowing out from my toilet.
If you know me, you know I'm somewhat of a germ freak, at least when it comes to stuff like this. And my toilet's timing was impeccable, of course, because I needed to leave for class in a very short while. So I get a towel on the floor to try and stop the water from ruining my carpet, and proceeded to take the mop get ride of the flood that had erupted onto my bathroom floor.
After mopping up as much water as I possibly could, I called the landlords to tell them what's up. She asks if I've accidentally flushed anything down there, and I told her that nothing's gone down there that doesn't normally go down a toilet. She said that she was just asking because a girl who had rented my room previously had also had toilet problems, and only after they'd spent money trying to fix it did she deem it appropriate to tell them she'd accidentally flushed a compact down there. I reassured my landlord that I was not as big of an idiot as their previous tenant, and she proceeded to tell me that they would come and check it out.
So lo and behold, I run into Nathalie on campus after choir, and she tells me that the landlords had already come and checked out my toilet, and that it was now fine. I call them to see what's up, and during this conversation I find out that there was a part in my toilet that had broken, and the tenant previous to me had decided that duct tape was suitable enough to fix it. I don't know if this is the same girl that flushed the compact down the toilet, but either way, my landlords seem to have rented out to some real winners before me, and now I'm starting to question my presence here, and if I will be the next to succumb to bouts of toilet stupidity. As if they sense that I have already succumbed to these bouts, they ask if I was aware of this obviously unsuitable repair, which obviously I had no idea, because they hadn't told me about it and it's not like I inspect the insides of my toilet on a regular basis. Or ever, really. My landlord then proceeds to tell me that the part in question will probably be replaced in the future, and he also tells me that the water level in my toilet was too high, so he lowered it for me. He also said that he tested my toilet to see if he had suitably repaired it, and that he had flushed it numerous times without it spewing all over the place, and that it was now once again safe for me to use.
So here I am, thinking about what a failure my plumbing has become, when I go to get the mail and run into Jessica, the girl who lives right below me, and I proceed to tell her my story of misery and woe, when she tells me that the same exact thing happened to her at around the same time it happened to me. So apparently, this isn't just something that's wrong with my toilet, it's affecting more than one person. And her landlords came over to my apartment, because it sounds like there are problems with other rooms in their apartment.
To top it all off, we found out yesterday that management is spending all of this money to redo the solarium (the center of my building that has an indoor pool, volleyball court, gazebo, and tons of plants), when really they should be spending it on other things. Like fixing the plumbing. And getting rid of all of the ants in our building. I think management has their priorities screwed up. I could care less about new sand, and a new gazebo, and getting a ping pong table installed under the gazebo, which is just creepy, because I'm pretty sure that's the place where they found the body of a dead guy here a few years ago (apparently Old Mill is haunted by his ghost too. That's about the only thing that's making me like this place right now. Besides my big bed. And my own bathroom, when it decides it's not going to PMS and explode everywhere). Ping pong? Really? HOW ABOUT TOILETS THAT DON'T EXPLODE?! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR, HIGHER-UPS?! I should think not, but then again, what do I know? I'm just a college student that doesn't want to live with the fear of my toilet deciding to hate me and spew it's guts everywhere.
On the plus side, I found out I got a 95% on my Intro to Greek and Roman literature midterm, which I didn't really study for until the day of and it was really long. Go me!
So Friday my toilet decided to explode.
For no good reason, mind you. It's not like I've been abusing it or anything. But I go to the bathroom, go and get my laundry, and come back to find an inch of water on the floor and water flowing out from my toilet.
If you know me, you know I'm somewhat of a germ freak, at least when it comes to stuff like this. And my toilet's timing was impeccable, of course, because I needed to leave for class in a very short while. So I get a towel on the floor to try and stop the water from ruining my carpet, and proceeded to take the mop get ride of the flood that had erupted onto my bathroom floor.
After mopping up as much water as I possibly could, I called the landlords to tell them what's up. She asks if I've accidentally flushed anything down there, and I told her that nothing's gone down there that doesn't normally go down a toilet. She said that she was just asking because a girl who had rented my room previously had also had toilet problems, and only after they'd spent money trying to fix it did she deem it appropriate to tell them she'd accidentally flushed a compact down there. I reassured my landlord that I was not as big of an idiot as their previous tenant, and she proceeded to tell me that they would come and check it out.
So lo and behold, I run into Nathalie on campus after choir, and she tells me that the landlords had already come and checked out my toilet, and that it was now fine. I call them to see what's up, and during this conversation I find out that there was a part in my toilet that had broken, and the tenant previous to me had decided that duct tape was suitable enough to fix it. I don't know if this is the same girl that flushed the compact down the toilet, but either way, my landlords seem to have rented out to some real winners before me, and now I'm starting to question my presence here, and if I will be the next to succumb to bouts of toilet stupidity. As if they sense that I have already succumbed to these bouts, they ask if I was aware of this obviously unsuitable repair, which obviously I had no idea, because they hadn't told me about it and it's not like I inspect the insides of my toilet on a regular basis. Or ever, really. My landlord then proceeds to tell me that the part in question will probably be replaced in the future, and he also tells me that the water level in my toilet was too high, so he lowered it for me. He also said that he tested my toilet to see if he had suitably repaired it, and that he had flushed it numerous times without it spewing all over the place, and that it was now once again safe for me to use.
So here I am, thinking about what a failure my plumbing has become, when I go to get the mail and run into Jessica, the girl who lives right below me, and I proceed to tell her my story of misery and woe, when she tells me that the same exact thing happened to her at around the same time it happened to me. So apparently, this isn't just something that's wrong with my toilet, it's affecting more than one person. And her landlords came over to my apartment, because it sounds like there are problems with other rooms in their apartment.
To top it all off, we found out yesterday that management is spending all of this money to redo the solarium (the center of my building that has an indoor pool, volleyball court, gazebo, and tons of plants), when really they should be spending it on other things. Like fixing the plumbing. And getting rid of all of the ants in our building. I think management has their priorities screwed up. I could care less about new sand, and a new gazebo, and getting a ping pong table installed under the gazebo, which is just creepy, because I'm pretty sure that's the place where they found the body of a dead guy here a few years ago (apparently Old Mill is haunted by his ghost too. That's about the only thing that's making me like this place right now. Besides my big bed. And my own bathroom, when it decides it's not going to PMS and explode everywhere). Ping pong? Really? HOW ABOUT TOILETS THAT DON'T EXPLODE?! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR, HIGHER-UPS?! I should think not, but then again, what do I know? I'm just a college student that doesn't want to live with the fear of my toilet deciding to hate me and spew it's guts everywhere.
On the plus side, I found out I got a 95% on my Intro to Greek and Roman literature midterm, which I didn't really study for until the day of and it was really long. Go me!
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