Hmmm

So my journalism teacher wants us to write a blog. So I'm trying to look busy, like I'm doing an assignment.

Thanks, teacher, for the A.

Why do mean people always win?

So I was standing in line the other day at the bookstore trying to buy my new math book (which used, is over $120) which can put anyone into a bad mood. As I'm standing there, an employee says: "You're all standing in the wrong spot, follow the arrows!"

I think she meant to look at the little duck tape arrows on the floor to direct where the line is meant to be. Well, it was kind of hard to seem them with all the people walking around shopping. Oops.

So, of course the line shifts, and the girl behind me can't wait to slip in front just as I'm move to stand over this stupid little green arrow. That made me mad, too.

I wait in line for an hour. AN HOUR - which isn't too bad for a college book store. But just as I'm about 10 minutes from the check out, this guy comes walking by the line and says: "Where does the line end?"

The woman two spots in front of me (the girl I was originally behind before the other girl cut in front of me) snags him and they began to chat. Oh no. I knew what was going to happen. He was going to strike up a conversation and then slip casually into the line like he had always been there. But he wasn't always there and he did. Just. That.

This means TWO people cut in line in front of me at the book store. I know, it's petty to get so angry, but I was already in a bad mood and late for classes. It took me a few moments to debate with myself on whether or not to say something. Finally, I couldn't help it. The conversation went like this:

Me: "Excuse me, sir. Weren't you looking for the end of the line?"
Guy: (Stares)
Girl he's with: "I'm letting be with me."
Me: "But he cut in line."
Girl: "I'm letting him."
Me: "Well, all these people had to wait."
Girl: "He's sick!"

He sure as hell didn't look sick. And if he was well enough to drag his ass out of bed and come to school, then he was well enough to stand in line for an hour like the rest of us. The odd thing is, is that I suddenly became angry with the woman who let him cut in front of me rather than the guy himself. The way she talked to me, it was as I was the asshole for even bringing it up.

I knew that the mean thing to do would be to yell at her back, and I knew the really mean thing to do would be to grab both of them and haul each other asses to the back of the line. But I try to maintain some sense of class. So they both went to the check-out, all-the-while shooting me daggars. All I could think is: It's sucks being a nice person. It just sucks!

I Hate My iPod

I'm sorry, but what is with Apple making P.O.S. products? I bought an iPod about a year and a half ago, and for the $350 bucks I paid for it, I was expecting it to run like an Olympic Kenyan track star. Instead, now I have a nifty little music player that freezes up on me more times than it actually plays music. Not to mention that it's gotten corrupted, and no matter how many times I've restored it, it always ends up corrupted again. So, I've ended up losing all these songs that I put on there, and when I asked about it getting fixed, the Apple-nerd guy told me that there was no way to fix it, and that I should just buy another one.

I guess I'm not the only one who has had problems. For anyone who has dared to venture to the iPod help center, they'd know the absolute hell of trying to navigate their way through that stupid site.

Now, I know Apple Fan-boys will probably hunt me down, and burn me at the stake for even suggesting that their beloved company makes crappy products, but I really don't care. I don't even use my iPod that much. I use it once a morning when I go for a jog, and I've never dropped it or crushed it, or treated it badly (of course, maybe the Ipod -which I named GLaDOS- is hurt that I don't pay enough attention to it, and that I didn't notice the knew dress it was wearing, and is now on protest, but I highly doubt it).

I would seriously caution who is interested in buying an iPod. Next time, I'm getting a Zune.

I Am Liz Lemon

I've watched 30 Rock countless times, and now I'm convinced that I am Liz Lemon's long lost sister. Aside from the fact that I own a pair of snazzy black glasses (well, they're not exactly like Tina Fey's, but still), her character once described herself that basically summed up my entire personality.

"I don't smoke. I don't use any drugs, except my allegery medicine. I don't download music without paying for it. And I never wear flip-flops, ever. It's gross. I am not a lap-sitter. Nope, not a lap-sitter, never have been."

Yep. That's me. Right there. And it's not just that, when she goes to an awesome party full of trendy people, she ends up calling her buddy on the phone, telling her how uncomfortable she is.

"It's teriffying! It's too much. I just want to go home so I can watch that documentary about midgets and eat a block of chedder cheese."

That is exactly how I feel sometimes in social situations. . .and I love cheese. Even though Lemon is way funnier than I am, I can't help but like her because she reminds me so much of myself. My nerdy, dorky self. Am I insane? Does anyone else relate to her character?

I Finally Broke Down.

Okay, I'm not a blogger. But I finally decided to have one because my sister kept asking me. I once commented that I had no idea what a blog was. It sounds like something you do in the bathroom. But, everyone else is doing it, why shouldn't I? I mean, a woman's gotta blog, right? But the thing is, I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to blog about. I guess I'll just have to wing it. So. . . .

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Oh my gosh, I'm so freaking boring! This is like a nightmare.