Look at this! Sore throats, bad balancing acts, and more of my general laziness! Of course that means is that it's another time to laugh at my own expense. Apparently, Fortune only smiles upon me only when I am in pain and/or suffering. And then she bursts out in laughter. But no matter.
Before I start, a matter of paperwork. I'm pretty sure I'm talking to a brick wall (or whatever you can imagine me talking to, a Barbie doll, or Plato's ghost), but if anyone still reads this, from now on, I'm going to update my Personal Message on MSN. If it changes it means I wrote something not worth reading and put it up here for everyone to ignore, but you'll come and read it anyways, right? If you're not on my MSN, well, too bad, it probably means I don't/won't like you, and I generally avoid people (followed by blocking and deleting) who add me and never say a thing. (which is a difficult feat in itself)
Ok, so let's move on.
Saying these words hurt me more than you, literally:
Just last week, I got a sore throat. I think it's mother nature's way of telling to finally shut up. At least until Sunday. What I particularily hate is the beginning. You get this little itch, or this little sharp pain when you swallow, and eventually it gets worse throughout the day. That was just Tuesday. The first full day is the worst, when all you get is this searing, sharp pain in the back of your throat. All you sadists are probably smiling now. The only solution, of course, was to down enough water until all you have is your body passing water with each drink. Or shove a dagger down your throat and twist it to do the scratching. Whichever one works. I'm perfectly fine now (to your chagrin), as it passed by around the same week Friday, but it was quite the long week. And I still have this cough from the sore throat. A meaningless one, but a cough nonetheless.
Not born to be a trapeze artist:
Starting about a week and a half ago, I developped a bout of bad balance. It's as if someone misplaced my centre of gravity or something (you physics geeks could probably better explain it). Or it's just another intervention on whoever prayed hard enough to their gods, but I'm sure they all had their hand in it. On my way home one Friday, as the subway was coming to a halt, and not knowing my predicament, I decided to simply 'ride it out' as the train stopped - that's right, to Hell with holding onto anything! Well, as the train stopped, I flew from one end (which is really from the closest door) to the other end of the train, hitting the wall. Kinda like you see in cartoons. Luckily noone was hurt but me, and I did make a young woman laugh, but then again, you're all laughing too, at my expense. Don't worry, noone asked if I was okay.
Next incident happened on a Wednesday (if only my memory ever worked that well). Getting on the bus - I slipped. Nothing too bad, but gave me a little spook. Next, climbing up onto the elevated part of the bus - slipped, and if you can imagine it, I went flying forward and landed face first on a seat. When it came time to get off the bus on my stop ... you guessed it... I slipped. Of course, after the third one, I promptly yelled "NEW FEET", which, I guess, confused everyone. If anyone had given me a look, I would have continued with "I had feet transplants". Of course this is probably insulting to the actual people who lose their feet and only had prosthetics made, but what's a world without people getting offended? Even people like me need to be on the other side of the insult once in a while. So, lesson is, if you ever hear someone blame their falling on "new feet", it's probably me. Or one of my fans.
Okay, probably me.
Oh, and don't worry, noone asked me if I was okay.
General Laziness leads to more laziness:
To those who don't know what a video card is, it's a piece of computer hardware. But what I'm about to tell you isn't confusing or requires you to know the anatomy of a PC or about how I couldn't get circuit A to circuit B to activate breaker C and etc. Because I tried that. Okay I lied. It's almost been two weeks since this (rather expensive, 200$) "outdated" (as many of you would put it, but I think it still works perfectly fine) piece of hardware decided to die on me. Following this, two weeks of procrastination. Frankly, it's not much of a record, even for me, but this isn't homework, this isn't an assignment that's due in a week, or a project. In fact, I would rather put this hardware to use to do other things on my PC. What have I done in these two weeks? Caught up with most of my work. A travesty! I did not go to university to be as upstanding a student I was as I was in highschool! I need to get off my lazy bum and call tech support sometime. Maybe this week. Tomorrow...nah, the day after that. Ummm, Friday? I can't believe I'm procrastinating on something that would help me better procrasinate at something else.
Just remember to procrastinate.
And I'd like to add, as I am typing (or as you are reading) this line, I've put off posting this for about 4 days now (I'm dead serious here). Also, I'm finally ready to send my aforementioned item back to be fixed/replaced/repaired, except no postal services are open on Sundays. So, Monday. Well, maybe Tuesday, or Wednesday's always a nice day...
... am I doing it again?
Before I start, a matter of paperwork. I'm pretty sure I'm talking to a brick wall (or whatever you can imagine me talking to, a Barbie doll, or Plato's ghost), but if anyone still reads this, from now on, I'm going to update my Personal Message on MSN. If it changes it means I wrote something not worth reading and put it up here for everyone to ignore, but you'll come and read it anyways, right? If you're not on my MSN, well, too bad, it probably means I don't/won't like you, and I generally avoid people (followed by blocking and deleting) who add me and never say a thing. (which is a difficult feat in itself)
Ok, so let's move on.
Saying these words hurt me more than you, literally:
Just last week, I got a sore throat. I think it's mother nature's way of telling to finally shut up. At least until Sunday. What I particularily hate is the beginning. You get this little itch, or this little sharp pain when you swallow, and eventually it gets worse throughout the day. That was just Tuesday. The first full day is the worst, when all you get is this searing, sharp pain in the back of your throat. All you sadists are probably smiling now. The only solution, of course, was to down enough water until all you have is your body passing water with each drink. Or shove a dagger down your throat and twist it to do the scratching. Whichever one works. I'm perfectly fine now (to your chagrin), as it passed by around the same week Friday, but it was quite the long week. And I still have this cough from the sore throat. A meaningless one, but a cough nonetheless.
Not born to be a trapeze artist:
Starting about a week and a half ago, I developped a bout of bad balance. It's as if someone misplaced my centre of gravity or something (you physics geeks could probably better explain it). Or it's just another intervention on whoever prayed hard enough to their gods, but I'm sure they all had their hand in it. On my way home one Friday, as the subway was coming to a halt, and not knowing my predicament, I decided to simply 'ride it out' as the train stopped - that's right, to Hell with holding onto anything! Well, as the train stopped, I flew from one end (which is really from the closest door) to the other end of the train, hitting the wall. Kinda like you see in cartoons. Luckily noone was hurt but me, and I did make a young woman laugh, but then again, you're all laughing too, at my expense. Don't worry, noone asked if I was okay.
Next incident happened on a Wednesday (if only my memory ever worked that well). Getting on the bus - I slipped. Nothing too bad, but gave me a little spook. Next, climbing up onto the elevated part of the bus - slipped, and if you can imagine it, I went flying forward and landed face first on a seat. When it came time to get off the bus on my stop ... you guessed it... I slipped. Of course, after the third one, I promptly yelled "NEW FEET", which, I guess, confused everyone. If anyone had given me a look, I would have continued with "I had feet transplants". Of course this is probably insulting to the actual people who lose their feet and only had prosthetics made, but what's a world without people getting offended? Even people like me need to be on the other side of the insult once in a while. So, lesson is, if you ever hear someone blame their falling on "new feet", it's probably me. Or one of my fans.
Okay, probably me.
Oh, and don't worry, noone asked me if I was okay.
General Laziness leads to more laziness:
To those who don't know what a video card is, it's a piece of computer hardware. But what I'm about to tell you isn't confusing or requires you to know the anatomy of a PC or about how I couldn't get circuit A to circuit B to activate breaker C and etc. Because I tried that. Okay I lied. It's almost been two weeks since this (rather expensive, 200$) "outdated" (as many of you would put it, but I think it still works perfectly fine) piece of hardware decided to die on me. Following this, two weeks of procrastination. Frankly, it's not much of a record, even for me, but this isn't homework, this isn't an assignment that's due in a week, or a project. In fact, I would rather put this hardware to use to do other things on my PC. What have I done in these two weeks? Caught up with most of my work. A travesty! I did not go to university to be as upstanding a student I was as I was in highschool! I need to get off my lazy bum and call tech support sometime. Maybe this week. Tomorrow...nah, the day after that. Ummm, Friday? I can't believe I'm procrastinating on something that would help me better procrasinate at something else.
Just remember to procrastinate.
And I'd like to add, as I am typing (or as you are reading) this line, I've put off posting this for about 4 days now (I'm dead serious here). Also, I'm finally ready to send my aforementioned item back to be fixed/replaced/repaired, except no postal services are open on Sundays. So, Monday. Well, maybe Tuesday, or Wednesday's always a nice day...
... am I doing it again?
