Purpose

When I started this blog, it was meant to be nothing more than a place for me to showcase craft projects and the like. I suppose that never happened, since I've never posted a craft project. Then, I had the vision of blogging away, sharing my own social commentary and rants as needed. I suppose, that's happened in part, but I've let my personal life and problems get in the way.

From here on out, I'm going to stop posting personal issues and woes, except on Sundays. I'm taking the idea from Dave at Blogography. I know that some people only know what I'm up to by following my blog, so I figure weekly updates is the least I can do.

I'd like to keep the rest of my posts as my observations on well...society. Believe me, I've got a few rants up my sleeve.

Also, I'm going to admit a deep dark secret. I secretly hold a fictional TV character as my role model as of late. Carrie Bradshaw. Not because she prances around NYC in stilettos having sex "just like men" etc. But because she gets to be a smart, witty journalist asking questions that frankly, need to be examined. There. Shoot me. Ha.

So I guess that's it. No more weepy blogs about my boyfriend, or anything like that. I get the feeling that people don't really want to hear it, and I find that its improper to air one's dirty laundry on the internet.

Pants

I would just like to voice a little rant.

Why, oh why, does the universe feel I should be perpetually pantless? I just got back from the mall, trying so very hard to find a pair of jeans that fit. Oh, I found plenty that fit in the waist, behind, hips, thighs, all of that. But length? No. Never. I can never find a pair of jeans (or trousers) that simply fit, right off the rack. I would LOVE to be able to go into a store, and buy a pair of pants that I don't have to alter (and they never really look great after you hem them). I'm just so frustrated. But apparently I'm alone in this, or maybe they'd make pants that would fit someone only 5 feet tall.

End rant.

Observation

Why is it that every time I clean out my closet, I get rid of at least two bags of clothes? Mind you, I haven't purchased any new clothes recently, aside from work clothes, which I don't think count.

I guess its just as well, because I'm hoping to use my discount at ON to get myself some new, well fitting items. I like that they have plain things, like just t-shirts, and just tank tops. And for really cheap too. I love it. Actually, I might do that tomorrow. Let's see...

List of things to do:
Laundry
Drop stuff off at Goodwill
Go shopping
Get desk organized

Things that will actually get done:


So do you see my problem? Ha. I'm awful when it comes to doing things. I have tons of ideas, but putting them into motion is an entirely different ordeal. That's bad, right? I should work on that...

Anyways, I forgot the whole point of this post, other than I'm wasting time before The Boy gets here with my Taco Bell. Yum.

Lazy

Today I'd planned to get some stuff around the house done. I wanted to clean off my desk, clean off the eating table, and get some laundry done. So far I've done absolutely nothing, aside from setting up my iTunes library.

Which sucks because I think its starting to bother The Boy that our place is kind of a mess again.

I'm also unfortunately losing a bunch of music that I'd downloaded but never backed up to disc.

Today is just a lazy day I guess. My last day of training at ON is tomorrow. I'm really not looking forward to it. Because as grateful as I am to have a second job, I'm really not that excited about working in retail. Again.

I'd clean now...but The Boy is bringing friends over and I can never get anything done with company here. Hell, I can't even get anything done with The Boy here.

Move

I guess not many of my friends know this, but I was actually born and spent a good chunk of my kidhood (read: elementary school) in Miltown, not Stallis. I used to live on the East Side, right at the heart of the Brady conglomerate. For cheaper rent, and a better public school system, my parents decided to move to Stallis, where I shared a room with my little brother, to their current residence (also Stallis). And then, because I was already going to school just a few blocks away from my parents', I didn't even think of looking for a place outside of this lovely city/suburb. Besides, The Boy works not too far away...and it just made sense to stay.

So does it make me weird for really not feeling like I belong here? Am I a freak for not really relaxing or getting that "home" feeling until I'm downtown, near the University, near the Lake? I feel like that's where I really belong. I can really imagin settling there, finding permanent work there, going to school there, the whole 9 yards. I want to move there when my lease is up.

Trouble is, The Boy hates it down there. He made it clear that if I want to move there, it would most likely be on my own. He also made it clear that if I were to somehow persuade him to move downtown, he'd spend all of his time in Stallis anyways. I mean, I understand he works all the way out here. It would be a bit of a drive. So am I totally selfish for still wanting to push the issue? Come on cyberspace, I need your advice.

On the one hand, I acknowledge his feelings on the subject: he hates being around college students (or really people in general, but that's another arguement), he hates driving downtown, and he would either have to drive all the way out past the Hwy to get to work or relocate (which, given today's economy and the fact that hes only qualified for manufacturing jobs, isn't really an option).

On the other hand, we've already established that I'm going to be the one to go to school, get a degree in something major, and have a real career. So, isn't it fair for me to get the benifit of living near school? I don't drive, and frankly, I barely feel comfortable taking the city bus to the mall to work, in Stallis. I mean, people are getting shot and beaten and robbed on buses. I don't want to have to take one at night, all the way down into that area. (Yeah, I know, you don't want to wait for a bus or take a bus but you want to LIVE there. I feel more comfortable if I'm walking to and from school at say, a ten or fifteen minute walk. I'm constantly moving. Not standing on a corner for Gods know how long, and then sitting on a bus for at least a half hour. No thanks.) Not only all of that, but that's where I feel at home.

Which I suppose brings me to the other arguement, the possibility that The Boy and I might decide that living together isn't in either of our best intrest. Does that mean that our relationship is doomed? I mean, if we live together, and then stay dating but live apart, that's like regression. What happens when one of us (read: I) want to get more serious, and perhaps seek a real commitment? I just don't know. I'm feeling a little lost on all of this.

Mac!

It arrived today. Like a small child, I sat at the window look for the FedEx truck all morning.

I think I got way too excited about this.

But, I love it. It's perfect. Easy to use, streamlined. Gorgeous.

Mine

Last night I was having the hardest time trying to win a Mac on Ebay. I just gave up. But an idea struck me. What if I could find a cheap, used, buy it now mac? And TA DA!

I just purchased a used mac for $600, which is actually less than what I paid for my Gateway last year. The OS is slightly outdated, but that can be upgraded. Also, the trackpad and casing around it had just been replaced today. In fact, I bought it less than an hour after the guy had posted it. It has an adequate amount of RAM and a 60 GB hard drive, but I'm not worried about that because I'm converting the hard drive from my Gateway to an external. Hopefully that will work.

I'm just really excited because I really need my own computer, and since I'm hoping to take mostly online courses next semester, sooner is better than later. And sometimes, used is just as good as new. So maybe my next post will be from my new (to me) mac.

Gerbil or; The Great Escape

So I'm sitting here having a nice conversation with TC, and I start hearing little shuffle sounds and such. I'm ignoring it, because sometimes my mind plays tricks on me when I'm home alone and I hear scuffling where there isn't any. Or the gerbils are just being particularly loud.

Then, I started to hear a peculiar thumpa thumpa thump. That's the sound that gerbils make with their hind feet when they're in danger. But the weird thing is, it was coming from under my bed. So, I look, and lo and behold Diamonds is sitting under my bed, behind the bin I keep my extra comforter in.

After about 5 minutes of discovering this gerbil is way too smart for me, I call in reinforcements. The Boy arrives roughly 15 minutes later, and the real chase begins. Things start off slow. Diamonds simply leads us on by running between mine and The Boy's side of the bed. Then, BAM, she kicks things up a notch by running between my legs to the safety of under the highboy. After roughly a half hour of chasing her back and forth between the bed and the highboy, we were ready to wave the white flag.

"Quick, get a cup!" Cries the boy, realizing that we will not be able to catch this villain with our hands. I make a move to get to the door, when the offender makes a break for the corner in front of the door. I tried unsuccessfully to trap her with a mesh hat. We chased her back under the bed, and I made a break for the kitchen. I grabbed a large Tupperware bowl, and returned, now clearly on a vendetta.

The chase continued, but we pressed on. Finally, after some trickery, we lured the critter to the corner. I'd plugged up the hole that she was using to get under the highboy with some laundry, and put a box in her way of escape in the other direction. It took only a few moments before she was safely under the bowl. The Boy got a folder to tuck under her, for transport back to jail, erm, her tank, and all was well in the west (Allis).

Fin.

Smith

For the last two hours I've been dabbling in some genealogy. I'm trying to track down my Irish side, and find out where in Ireland my family comes from. I managed to confirm that my great-grandmother (grams)'s maiden name was Dunn. Then, I googled it, and found out that Dunn, or Dunne, is the 27th most common name in Ireland. So, I'm basically an Irish Smith, but at least that's something.

Also, the highest concentrations are in Dublin and county Kildare. And, the meaning of the surname originates from the Irish word "donn" meaning "brown". However, there's also the possibility that it comes from the word "dun" meaning "hill". In fact, the family war cry and clan motto is "Mullach Abu" meaning "people of the hill forever".

Interesting, no?

Also I found the family crest, and some other interesting stuff here.