Every time my computer dies, I’m convinced that it’s for good.
It does this obnoxious thing where it won’t turn on for, say, a week or so at a
time. I’ll mess with the power cord and such, but to no avail. Then, magically, it is resurrected. All is well, again. That is, until the next time it fails.
It’s done it again, and we’re looking at about two weeks since I’ve been able to rouse the machine from its sleep. And again, I’m pretty much convinced that this is it. I need a new computer. (I also need it to turn on just ONE MORE TIME! I have a completed homework assignment on there!)
That’s one reason why I’ve been blogging less (read: not at all) in recent months. It doesn’t help that my Internet access is only at work (although without a home computer, why would I need the it?). But I’ve also got a mental block that I better write something a-freakin’-mazing, since it’s been such a long time between posts.
I’ve finally owned up to the fact that it just isn’t going to happen that way. This is what you’re getting instead: a vomitting of my thoughts onto this space, in whatever order they emerge as I sit at work and type between my real work.
I don’t care how cheesy it is, I love the song “Fast Cars and Freedom” by Rascall Flatts. It’s so dang cheery and sweet. It makes me happy. It’s on my work computer from the editor who sat here before me. I want someone to wonder why I put my make up on. It’s just cute.
Tomorrow I’m driving to Birmingham for a press screening of a movie. I’m interviewing one of the lead actors later this week, because he’s from this area. I’m rather looking forward to the drive down there, and to seeing a movie in the theatre for the first time in probably six months. The story should be pretty fun to write, as well.
I’m trying out a new foundation right now, from Prescriptives. It’s super expensive (well, I’ve seen worse, I suppose, but I haven’t bought worse) but I’m willing to pay more for a good product. Foundation, after all, is the FOUNDATION of your make up, soooo … if it looks bad, everything looks bad. (And this just after saying I wish I didn’t have to wear make up.)
Have you heard the song “Black Horse and the Cherry Tree” by KT Tunstall? It is so stinkin’ fun!
I get lonely a lot lately. I don’t have any friends in this city (yet), so I have been spending a LOT of time on the phone. Some friends have been subjected to more phone calls than others. 🙂 In any case, I had to go up a cell phone plan size, effectively doubling my minutes. Blah.
I’m totally addicted to American Idol this season. And Taylor is the best. Ace is a pretty boy. I don’t like pretty boys. Although his rendition of “Father Figure” was stunning. And Chris is awesome. My favorite girls are Paris and Kellie. I’m writing like a middle schooler and I don’t care.
I got this shirt the other day, and I stinkin’ love it. Lydia had a similar one that I always wanted to steal from her, except that she’s 6′ and I’m 5’3.
I think that’s enough for now. If you want me to blog more, you should buy me a computer. 🙂