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.