The Missing Post

Some people have told me that they no longer can leave comments without signing in.  It's actually not true.  Blogger is just being a huge pain in the butt.  When you click to post a comment you have to click on the tiny little "Or Post it Anonymously" link.  It's very hard to find.  I apologize for Blogger's stupidity.  I bet it was just a bad seed that designed that page, somebody not putting customers as top priority.

Posting Comments

A bunch of people mentioned that they can no longer post comments on my page, so I looked into it.  Turns out it's just poor design on Blogger's part.  To post a comment, you have to click on Post a Comment then click on the really tiny "Or Post it Anonymously" link.  They're being a huge pain in the butt.  I apologize for Blogger's stupidity.  I bet it was just some bad seed who designed that page, someone who doesn't put the customer as top priority.  I've seen it happen firsthand in other companies.  I bet I've been missing out on fun comments too.

Coincidentally, this is the second time I'm writing this post because Blogger somehow lost it the first time.  There was an "internal error."  Funny how that's only ever happened when I say negative things about Blogger.

Skirts Part Deux

Another fun weekend.  They just get better and better.  Friday Bubba got people together at Seesound.  It was so hot in there!  Karen and I wore fun skirts again.  Here's her take on the night: skirts, seesound & sweating.   I love stripes!  We quickly moved to Bada where it was much cooler (literally).  Karen brought her fine gentlemen again.  Matt introduced me to Grey Goose Gimlets.  Those things are good!  Mark was his usual funny guy self.  Fil was there too.  Karen's supposed to bring him shopping.  I can't wait to see what he wears next weekend!  I feel kind of bad because James bought me a drink and then I kind of disappeared.  I can't remember why.  Lindsey and I had fun dancing as Vaughn watched from afar.  Boys are funny.  I didn't really break out too much of the hip hop moves.  Maybe after this week's class...

Here's Karen and me in our fun skirts:
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Saturday night I saw iRobot with CJ, Chris, Jason, Walter, & Julie.  I didn't go out afterwards because I wanted to get up early and do errands.  Didn't exactly work out for me.  I woke up at 1pm.  My timing is really strange.

Sunday night I went to an AWESOME CONCERT with Chris.  We saw Barenaked Ladies and Alanis Morissette.  I got a sticker that says "I love the Ladies".  I would have gotten a shirt but they were $30 and I'm trying to cut back.  Only bought 2 purses this weekend.  Oops!  FTR, they were both on sale.  Anyway, the concert was SO COOL.  Chris is a member of the BNL fan club so we were literally in the 7th row right in front of the stage.  I could see the color of Ed's beautiful eyes.  I was mainly going to hear BNL, but it turned out that Alanis put on a fabulous show.  It was inspiring in a girl power sort of way.  I'm going to buy one of her CDs.  Well I would if I hadn't cut myself off from shopping.

Today I did 500 million errands, but I still have many to go.  B is at the beach with his family.  I'm kind of bummed I didn't get to go this year, but there's too much going on in Seattle with my move.  Plus I want to spend as much time here as I can.  I'm getting kind of sad about leaving, especially all the fun people.  I don't even want to think about it.

Hippity-Hop

Dude.  Hip-hop dance is so much fun!  Karen invited me to go to hip-hop class with her and Matt (who happens to be one of the guys who bought us hot dogs last weekend).  I didn't know what to expect and when I walked in there was a big group of people doing this complicated but really cool dance.  I was like, woah, I've got some catching up to do!  Then I saw all these other people waiting on the side and realized that our class hadn't started.  Turns out that was Hip Hop 4 and we're in Hip Hop 1.  It actually wasn't very hard to pick up at all.  I would even think about trying Hip Hop 2 except for one thing.  In the warm up, you have to dance across the room "freestyle."  I suppose I'm freestyle-challenged (read: I look like a freakin' idiot).  Luckily, most people had similar issues, so I think I sort of blended in, but that was the hardest part.  The fact that you have to be travelling across the floor while hip-hop dancing was just not natural for me.  Once we got to the actual dance, it was much easier.  Matt and Karen did a good job and we all had the dance figured out.  I'm definitely glad I went!

Sick (Skirts Part 1)

I was sick all day. I think it was the kamikaze double that did me in. Dan said he thought they were quadruples. He's always buying rounds for large groups of people. I tried to escape but he caught me and gave me one. Karen and I arrived in style to the new Seasound Lounge. The layered fluffy skirts were a big hit. We ended up at the Down Under and danced a little bit. I met two guys named Beau and Fritz. I was sure their names were fake. I met them when I went to the bar to buy a drink. I put my fake Coach purse up on the bar and they both seemed to look at it and then made some comments. It sounded like they were talking about real vs. fake and some sort of rating. And then I saw them look at a few other girls. I asked if they were rating people's purses and they were like no...boobs! Then one of them said it was ok because they were married. I asked if they were from San Francisco but they didn't get it, so I explained that's where gay marriages happen. They were like OH NO! Not to each other!! I finally got my drink and told them I hope they find what they're looking for. Caroline wanted to meet them so I did an intro then went back to the group. Later they walked by and sort of looked at Karen so I introduced them and Beau said he knew her. She didn't recognize him but then she figured it out. Turns out he works on Windows Messenger. Small world.

I let Sharalee's friends pick out my shoes, so I ended up with silver sparkly ones. At the end of the night my feet were in pain. Karen's were too. (Is that grammatically correct?) So we waited on some big rock while the guys bought us hot dogs. Pretty cool. I never did pay them back. Karen runs with very nice gentlemen. I assumed they were with her. :-) While we waited for the hotdogs, a random Mexican serenaded us. Click here to see the pics.

Experiments in Leg Shaving

I consider myself an early adopter.  That, coupled with the fact that I can be really stupid sometimes, made me decide to try out "bladeless shaving."  I've seen it on commercials a lot lately.  It's this shaving gel called Veet, and you use a razor-shaped piece of plastic that has no blade.  It cost less than $10 so I figured, why not.  I find shaving to be really annoying, so maybe this would be better.
 
Well, first I check the ingredients and #2 is urea.  Yuck!  Whose?!  I read the precautions and it says "Failure to follow use directions and precautions may result in chemical burns."  Ok...but now I paid money for this stuff so I decide to trudge on.  It says to do it inside an empty tub to avoid spillage on carpet or clothing.  Geez.  You're supposed to try a patch out and wait 24 hours to make sure you don't have any allergic reactions, but who wants to wait that long?  So I spread the gel as evenly as possible on both legs.  It says to wash hands immediately afterwards.  I'm a little freaked out as it is, and my hands are starting to tingle so I don't really get as much gel on as I wanted, but I move to the handwashing phase.  Now you leave it on for 3 minutes.  But how much time did I spend washing my hands?  I decide to wait 2 minutes 30 seconds.  Then you're supposed to try a spot and see if the hair removes.  I try and no dice.  Then I realize, I did the other leg first, so I try that, and it works.  Sort of.  I work on that leg and realize it's taking me a long time.  Uh-oh.  It says all over the bottle DO NOT EXCEED 8 MINUTES.  Now I'm frantically fake-shaving this gel off.  I miss lots of spots.  Hair is sort of coming off.  Time is ticking away.  My legs feel kind of weird and I decide to bail out and turn on the shower.  It doesn't seem to rinse off.  There's still a film on my legs.  I try soap.  More soap.  Eventually I just dried them.  Now I'm not allowed to swim, sunbathe, or use astringent lotion for 24 hours.  This is INSANE.  I'm supposed to wear a short skirt tonight.  Ack!
 
I'm going to have to put the Veet away with the other nightmare products such as Instead.  They should really put a message on the label that says "Not for paranoid people."

32 more days in Seattle...

I've been really bad about writing. I wonder if anyone reads this anymore. I feel kind of guilty that I haven't taken the initiative to write but life has been totally full these days. I haven't had time to go to movies or take fun trips. I have weird sleeping patterns. I think my brain is tired from tracking all the stuff to do for my move. It's a big change. New apartment, new city, new career, new income level, new roommate, new life. It's a little stressful.

I found a new roommate. Her name is Michelle from Wisconsin. I googled her but nothing much came up that seemed to fit her phone personality. She seems really cool. After Karen's horror stories about past roommates, I was picturing awful things, but I'm thinking this is a really good match.

I got a book from my friend, Hunter Allen, in the mail today called "Seedfolk". It's a cute little story. He said it made him think of me for some reason. And inside the book has this printed sticker that says "One Book, One Community" and something about passing it on. I wonder who I'll give it to, and whether Hunter expected me to pass it on.

I got an iPod yesterday. It's an older model and I got it for free from a friend in Canada. I felt so stupid and was sure it was broken because I couldn't get it to charge up or turn on. Turns out you have to hold down MENU and PLAY to turn it on. And people say Apple has great UI... I definitely could have used a START button.

You know you're getting old when...

You know you're getting old when you go to the ice cream man and put the ice cream in the freezer until after you eat lunch.

I remember when the ice cream man used to come down our street. It took some skill to actually be able to get ice cream. The guy was really fast. Basically, as soon as we heard the bell-like music, one of us would book out the door to stop the guy. Another would run upstairs to beg for money off my mom. Another would slowly walk towards the ice cream man stalling while the upstairs negotiation took place. It took at least 3 people. I liked to be the one who ran out and stopped the guy because then you have the longest time to pick out what you want, but my siblings and I took turns. It was the worst when my mom said no and we had to let the ice cream man drive away leaving us empty handed. Sometimes we had some backup change just in case.

At middle school, the ice cream man would be waiting behind the big row of buses when school got out. He was there every day in the springtime. Unfortunately, the buses never waited long enough for you to get ice cream. If you wanted to make your bus without ice cream you probably had to have your bag packed before your 8th period class. If you needed to go to your locker, you pretty much had to flat-out sprint to make the bus. I was lucky enough to be friends with Eddie Anderson. Eddie was the best. He didn't have an 8th period class, or maybe he had gym. Either way, he had time to go to the ice cream man. So every morning, I'd give him my money and tell him what I wanted. Did I tell you how awesome this was?! Eddie was totally cute, by the way. If I only had like 40 cents, he'd tell me what I could get with that amount of money. Usually, I'd give him 35 cents to get a cherry Italian ice. Every once in a while, I'd do the run for us. What an amazing time that was! Ah...the ice cream man.

Invisible

Ever feel like a stranger in your own world? Half the day is over and I have had no human interaction. I walked down the street, went to the bank, used an ATM. I came to work, went to lunch, looked around and realized I knew nobody. Sat by myself in a vast expanse of table eating my white rice quietly. I imagine I looked pensive as I contemplated the strangeness of it all. Where was everybody? Is there some secret party I wasn't invited to? I'm not feeling bad about it - I'm just fascinated. How does such a thing come to be. It's an exercise in probability. I imagine this will happen a lot once I move to Boston. I didn't expect it to happen before I left.

Slowing Down

I feel really bad that I haven't had time to blog lately. My life is this giant whirlwind. Two weeks just went by and I barely noticed. I only have six weeks left in Seattle. Moving is a lot more complicated than I expected. I have to deal with packing, movers, getting my car moved, changing car insurance, registration, and my license, lots of dr/dentist/etc appointments while I still have good health insurance, financial aid, loans, leases, finding a roommate, figuring out my classes, finding a part-time job, transitioning out of Microsoft, selling stock options, buying cheap software while I still can, cancelling my phone, electric, signing up for new cable, and so much more. I feel like I'm going to explode with details. How do normal people get all of this done? I'm plagued by my attention to detail.

I'm taking a mini-vacation this weekend for 4th of July. B will be here in less than 4 hours. We're spending a few days in Seattle, hanging out with friends downtown tomorrow night, then off to Portland to meet B's extended family on Sunday/Monday. It should be great. Trinity got her oil changed today, so she's all ready for her trip to Portland. They tried to trick me into paying an additional $240 at the Infiniti dealership today for a Power Steering Flush and an Ignitian Flush but I didn't fall for it. Well, I cheated and called my dad who said it was completely unnecessary. So they put this black mark on my record at the dealership. In all caps on my bill it says how they recommended these services and I DECLINED. That's right I did. They even told me that they put it in the computer. Ever since they swindled me for an engine flush at 15,000 miles I've learned to never trust them. I'm not scared of their black marks. I certainly won't miss that dealership. Hopefully the one on Comm Ave in Boston is better. Somehow I think it will be even more expensive.

I need new running shoes. Ones with red trim. Maybe I'll check out the sales this weekend when B and I go downtown to see the new library. It's a very impressive structure. I bet B will be thinking about the acoustics. It is made of glass so maybe it will be echo-y. B did this whole study on the acoustics of libaries, so this is kind of his specialty. He even lectured about it to the Acoustical Society of America. Pretty rad in a geeky kind of way. Whatever. I work for Microsoft and swear by my Tivo. My friend Carrie once told me I should embrace my inner geek. I just can't do it. I like to think I could be that girl walking down the street.