haha! i saw this picture on some blog randomly...i can't remember where. but i thought it was hilarious!
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
slow down mommy!
haha! i saw this picture on some blog randomly...i can't remember where. but i thought it was hilarious!
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
spam comments
so my speculations (refer to comment section) were correct. what is the world really coming to??
all i wanted to do was post a few pictures from anna's surprise 20th birthday and suddenly, "the birthday girl" is slammed with ridiculous spam.
for instance, what am i gonna do with a london magician blog? i'm not harry potter. i sure as heck am not searching for this resolve: "how to buy & sell product design news on interest free credit." and can't they come up with a better name for a site than "psychology in respect to info on psychology?" thats a bit repetitive.
most of these spams have nothing to do with the intro sentence. can someone please explain the link between middle-aged affairs in japan and complete system stuff? how about the minnesota state fair and money at home? no connection? oh, heres a good one: hurricane katrina and penile enlargement exercise. what????
i get all excited to get a comment, turns out to be crap like this. stupid comments that are sandwiched with a compliment about the site, an "i'm bookmarking you", a link to their site "that pretty much covers _____ related stuff, if you're interested," and "come by if you have time". stupid smiley with a nose. who uses smilies with noses? and you don't fool me, i know you haven't even read my site.
but no more. now i have to make my honest commentors go through the pains of "word verification." so there. happy?
and anonymous comment #1, i did not let you post on my site. i don't care if my readers might be interested in your wedding crap. my blog is not a retail store. therefore, i've taken out all the links to your stupid sites because i refuse to support those who vandalize my site. but i've left the comments up because...well, they're stupid. and somewhat entertaining.
anyway, i'm too mad to summarize anna's party, so colette can do it for me.
all i wanted to do was post a few pictures from anna's surprise 20th birthday and suddenly, "the birthday girl" is slammed with ridiculous spam.
for instance, what am i gonna do with a london magician blog? i'm not harry potter. i sure as heck am not searching for this resolve: "how to buy & sell product design news on interest free credit." and can't they come up with a better name for a site than "psychology in respect to info on psychology?" thats a bit repetitive.
most of these spams have nothing to do with the intro sentence. can someone please explain the link between middle-aged affairs in japan and complete system stuff? how about the minnesota state fair and money at home? no connection? oh, heres a good one: hurricane katrina and penile enlargement exercise. what????
i get all excited to get a comment, turns out to be crap like this. stupid comments that are sandwiched with a compliment about the site, an "i'm bookmarking you", a link to their site "that pretty much covers _____ related stuff, if you're interested," and "come by if you have time". stupid smiley with a nose. who uses smilies with noses? and you don't fool me, i know you haven't even read my site.
but no more. now i have to make my honest commentors go through the pains of "word verification." so there. happy?
and anonymous comment #1, i did not let you post on my site. i don't care if my readers might be interested in your wedding crap. my blog is not a retail store. therefore, i've taken out all the links to your stupid sites because i refuse to support those who vandalize my site. but i've left the comments up because...well, they're stupid. and somewhat entertaining.
anyway, i'm too mad to summarize anna's party, so colette can do it for me.
Monday, August 29, 2005
things that go "bump" in the night
its ironic, really, that the same night i post about my summer encounters with spiders, a whole new episode develops. only, it was a different species of creepy crawlies. 6 legged freaks, if you will.
its late. just past midnight, and i'm really tired. actually, i'm an emotional basket case. i won't get into all that, but just take me for my word. anyway, my phone is out of batteries, so i have it charging...on an extension cord because i want to talk on my bed (amazingly, it has transformed into a corded phone. haha). i called becca for sympathy/venting and was talking to her while amy was showering...washing a days worth of sweat and dirt away from her trip to stone mountain.
suddenly, i hear a faint cry of help from the bathroom.
"jeannine? theres a cockroach in here..."
rewind to thursday. amy and boyfriend grant are studying smart people stuff on the floor while i do what i do. grant gets up to look for his phone and i glance over to see an inch and a half cockroach hanging out my these big empty bags in my closet. neither of them have noticed our fourth companion...intruder...whatever. but amy sees this horrified look on my face and looks to where my eyes were fixed. suddenly, we're yelling for grant to kill it...grab a shoe...any shoe...by the closet!...it went under the bag!...oh no!...its gone!
grant, who was on the hunt, ignored our pessimistic words. he continued to throw my shoes out of the closet...i just couldn't wait for him to throw one out, slinging the cockroach at me. but after removing the last shoe from the corner, there he was. grant chased him around with the shoe. this cockroach may not have been as big as those spiders, but it was much faster. he made it to the carpet, back to the closet floor tile, round and round in circles. finally, grant got him. but the battle had just begun...
"not another one!" i say, trying to be indifferent because this just adds to the night's awfulness.
amy wasn't doing so well either, at the moment. she had just finished showering by flashlight (because the light in the bathroom has been flickering like a strobe light and puts you on the edge of having an epileptic seizure) when she saw the black shadow on the floor. she tried to be brave, jumping out to flick on the lights with it scurrying about her feet. she even contemplated getting dressed before going out to find a shoe. all this was unknown to me at the time. but then, reasoning out the situation, (and given my history for being a bug buster) she decided the only thing left to do was call for the aid of her roommate...which happens to be me.
amy: "jeannine! come kill it!"
me: "do you have a shoe?"
amy: "no, i'm naked. i got nothin'!"
darn it. i'll have to get her a shoe then. i got up off my bed, still chatting with becca on my corded cell phone, to get my weapon of choice: the same grassy shoe i used for the spider.
at the bathroom door i say, "heres a shoe."
amy: "come in and kill it!"
me: "but you're naked!"
amy: "i don't care...i've got a towel on!"
okay then...i guess shes desperate.
me: "hold on, becca. i gotta get this thing."
i enter the bathroom, shoe in right hand, poised for attack. there it is, by the hamper. i take a few steps forward, but the cord to the phone just isn't long enough.
me: "becca, i gotta put you down for a sec."
placing the phone at the doorway, i approach. he scampers beneath the hamper (haha). move the hamper...
its 12:30 something at night and screams fill the bathroom and echo down the hallway. its pretty much a replay of my first spider attack...except this guy is much more agile. with each slap of the tennis shoe, a grassy pile of clippings is left behind...but no cockroach. after numerous swings, i finally get him. we both squeal and scream and i run out of sight of the cockroach carcass...leaving my tennis shoe, four or more grassy shoes prints, and the white guts behind.
i can't imagine how funny that must have sounded from becca's side of the phone. amy and i laughed about it as we tried to fall asleep...still creeped out about it, of course. thats two sightings in three days. we're up for another one tonight. i'll keep you posted.
its late. just past midnight, and i'm really tired. actually, i'm an emotional basket case. i won't get into all that, but just take me for my word. anyway, my phone is out of batteries, so i have it charging...on an extension cord because i want to talk on my bed (amazingly, it has transformed into a corded phone. haha). i called becca for sympathy/venting and was talking to her while amy was showering...washing a days worth of sweat and dirt away from her trip to stone mountain.
suddenly, i hear a faint cry of help from the bathroom.
"jeannine? theres a cockroach in here..."
rewind to thursday. amy and boyfriend grant are studying smart people stuff on the floor while i do what i do. grant gets up to look for his phone and i glance over to see an inch and a half cockroach hanging out my these big empty bags in my closet. neither of them have noticed our fourth companion...intruder...whatever. but amy sees this horrified look on my face and looks to where my eyes were fixed. suddenly, we're yelling for grant to kill it...grab a shoe...any shoe...by the closet!...it went under the bag!...oh no!...its gone!
grant, who was on the hunt, ignored our pessimistic words. he continued to throw my shoes out of the closet...i just couldn't wait for him to throw one out, slinging the cockroach at me. but after removing the last shoe from the corner, there he was. grant chased him around with the shoe. this cockroach may not have been as big as those spiders, but it was much faster. he made it to the carpet, back to the closet floor tile, round and round in circles. finally, grant got him. but the battle had just begun...
"not another one!" i say, trying to be indifferent because this just adds to the night's awfulness.
amy wasn't doing so well either, at the moment. she had just finished showering by flashlight (because the light in the bathroom has been flickering like a strobe light and puts you on the edge of having an epileptic seizure) when she saw the black shadow on the floor. she tried to be brave, jumping out to flick on the lights with it scurrying about her feet. she even contemplated getting dressed before going out to find a shoe. all this was unknown to me at the time. but then, reasoning out the situation, (and given my history for being a bug buster) she decided the only thing left to do was call for the aid of her roommate...which happens to be me.
amy: "jeannine! come kill it!"
me: "do you have a shoe?"
amy: "no, i'm naked. i got nothin'!"
darn it. i'll have to get her a shoe then. i got up off my bed, still chatting with becca on my corded cell phone, to get my weapon of choice: the same grassy shoe i used for the spider.
at the bathroom door i say, "heres a shoe."
amy: "come in and kill it!"
me: "but you're naked!"
amy: "i don't care...i've got a towel on!"
okay then...i guess shes desperate.
me: "hold on, becca. i gotta get this thing."
i enter the bathroom, shoe in right hand, poised for attack. there it is, by the hamper. i take a few steps forward, but the cord to the phone just isn't long enough.
me: "becca, i gotta put you down for a sec."
placing the phone at the doorway, i approach. he scampers beneath the hamper (haha). move the hamper...
its 12:30 something at night and screams fill the bathroom and echo down the hallway. its pretty much a replay of my first spider attack...except this guy is much more agile. with each slap of the tennis shoe, a grassy pile of clippings is left behind...but no cockroach. after numerous swings, i finally get him. we both squeal and scream and i run out of sight of the cockroach carcass...leaving my tennis shoe, four or more grassy shoes prints, and the white guts behind.
i can't imagine how funny that must have sounded from becca's side of the phone. amy and i laughed about it as we tried to fall asleep...still creeped out about it, of course. thats two sightings in three days. we're up for another one tonight. i'll keep you posted.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
happy and crappy xxvi
those of you who came to know and love my blog last year might have noticed the absence of a particular weekly post last sunday. whether the week was good or bad, you were sure to know. it was as certain as the sunrise, as sure as circles are round, as sure as water is...wet. it was guaranteed that there would be a "happy and crappy" to read by the time the clock struck midnight on sunday. well, my deepest apologies...i was out of practice and by the time i realized my error, it was thursday. but in a triumphant return, happy and crappy is here to give you a week in review in the life of jeannine. yay for me.
this week's happy...yay for:
this week's happy...yay for:
- games of ultimate frisbee
- the first reformed university fellowship of the year (aka, ruf)
- working out at ramsey
- laps in the pool and new goggles
- meeting new people
- seeing old friends
- getting to sleep in
- knowing people in my classes
- the margarita light
- krush girls!
- dancing like a fool
- e-mails
- good conversations
- spontaneous trips to the lake
- unexpected fabulous weather
- yummy sunday night dinners
- alias!!
this week's crappy...nay for:
- the long walks to the dining hall
- cockroaches. need i say more?
- the price of books...all of which i most likely will not read anyway
- being intimidated by professors
- feeling behind in classes...already
- my instant messenger crashing
- trying to shave with the strobe light in the bathroom (need to get a work order for that one)
- getting denied twice in a row at the doors of the bus because its too packed
- the necessity of laundry when theres no time
- loneliness
- people not returning phone calls
- being mad
Saturday, August 27, 2005
a camp story: 8 legged freaks
so i've promised some camp stories. considering its been almost two months, i figure i should dish one out of the old memory box for ya.
when people asked me where i worked this summer, i usually reply "just outside of austin". the truth is "just outside" really means about an hour+ drive that begins with a creep through the texas road construction (which seems like a rather large sandbox in which grown men push dirt around with their big machines because theres absolutely no progress) and then speed through the hill country at 75 mph on the second most dangerous road in texas (most likely due to the insane twists and turns) as hundreds of motorcycles whiz by you on their afternoon joy rides.
i guess technically you could say "just outside of austin," but in that giant metropolis of the west, there isn't much nature. at camp, we were definitely outside in the 'ole western wilderness. stinging nettle doesn't sound fun, does it? i saw many wonders, such as water moccasins as i lifeguarded down at the lake (more to come on that), a huge mountain goat strolling along the side of a cliff, albino deer, and, of course, spiders. oh, the spiders. these aren't you're typical tame domestic spiders. you know, the ones you can squash with one blow with a shoe. no, any old shoe would most likely bounce off these guys. they are the infamous "8 legged freaks."
the first tale comes from my second week in texas. work week had ended and orientation had begun. we had just gotten in from a day full of team competition and endured way too many stretched out information meetings. i was in desperate need of a shower. i grabbed my towel and clothes and made my way to the cabin bathroom. as i did so, i could see myself framed by the doorway in the mirror. consequently, i could see the other side of the door frame reflected in the mirror. a little above eyelevel on the left, i could see a black blob. having never noticed this before, i set my focus on it. my eyes adjusted and the blob became clear. my eyes widened beyond their natural state. to my horror there was a massive...and i mean massive...spider anxiously waiting for its oblivious victim to enter the bathroom.
being the cool, calm, and collected kind of girl that i am, i simply turned and gracefully (yet silently, so as not to allow my predator to know that he had been compromised. come on y'all, i watch alias.) walked over to my barfing suitcase (figurative speech) and picked up my grassy tennis shoe. i know. earlier i mentioned that shoes were useless against these creatures, but this was before i knew any better. my cabinmates noticed that i had moved with stealth...so i guess i wasn't very stealthy. they caught it with their two eyeballs...i'm sure that the spider had four times greater of a chance of doing the same. but nonetheless, they curiously asked what i was doing. i signaled for them to hush as i turned nonchalantly back to the bathroom doorway.
here it was, the moment of truth. could a girl really take on this kind of beast? i stepped into the doorway, immediately turning to the left, shoe raised in my right. he wasn't where i had expected, but i kept myslef composed. i quickly spotted him, just a little lower than his original hiding place.
smack! right on target, with all my strength, i slammed the sole of my shoe into that sucker. but it wasn't over. as i lifted the shoe, expecting to see the corpse of an 8 legged freak fixed upon the door frame, the 4-inch-in-diameter spider dropped to the floor. dazed and confused and a little injured, he tried to run. honestly, i don't know if that proves how tough this guy was or if it reflects the weakness of my swing...but we'll just overlook that. but i was right on top of him again, beating the ground spastically as if i was playing one of those "bop the groundhog on the head" games. but it wasn't a game. by the time i was through, all that was left of him was a mangled, lifeless ball of...spider.
and then i let out a piercing, hysterical scream. yes, i screamed and squirmed indeed.
whats funny is that it wasn't until i had beaten the thing to death that i lost my composure. my cabinmates couldn't help but double over in laughter at my reaction. i had kept my sanity until the deed was done. and then i lost it. i didn't have any more encounters with huge spiders indoors after that (although a brown recluse hanging out in the bathroom trashcan didn't ease my paranoidness).
my next major encounter with an 8 legged freak was nearly three weeks later. second term. water wars. it was a pleasant afternoon, kids were everywhere throwing water balloons, jumping in the grode pond (it says it all right there), slingshoting water balloons across the entire baseball field, etc. there was even a tarp on the side of a slight hill. complete with dish soap and running water from the hose. our own make shift waterslide. of course, i had to try this thing out.
running start...leap...wind-knocked-out-of-me landing...slide. oh! so much fun! i got up out of the muddy puddle at the bottom of the slide, coverd in clippings of grass and leaves. i had to try it again...i wanted to go further.
repeat all of the above...but faster, higher, harder...further. i came to rest at the edge of the road. i rolled over, laughing...that laughter soon became a silent scream. eye-level, just four feet away, was a tarantula. i'm not even slightly kidding. i had heard rumors of these things around camp...one had reportedly been sighted at the barn. i thought it was all just fun and games. after all, those things don't really exist in the wild. well, this assumption on my part was now shattered by reality...which crawled slowly, like a zombie accross a graveyard, just inches before me.
i forced myself up and ran to the top of the slide, where norm (your typical outdoorsy band nerd...wait. i guess hes not so typical) sat. i knew he would take care of it. no matter how brave i had proved myself in my previous encounter, i wasn't about to take on this guy. a shoe against a tarantula is like a toothpick against a dragon. norm's eyes lit up (much different than my reaction) when i told him and directed him toward the 8 legged freak. my duty done, i squealed and screamed once again at the thought. i watched from a distance as he picked it up. holy crap. insane, i tell ya. it makes me shudder just thinking of it now. once he had it in his hands, he tried to stroke it or something crazy and it lifted up its front legs in protest. "he's a feisty little guy." ya think??
so, i'm telling y'all, they're really out there. they don't just exist in textbooks, the national geographic channel, or the city zoo.
more camp stories: the worst day of camp, dance with me?
when people asked me where i worked this summer, i usually reply "just outside of austin". the truth is "just outside" really means about an hour+ drive that begins with a creep through the texas road construction (which seems like a rather large sandbox in which grown men push dirt around with their big machines because theres absolutely no progress) and then speed through the hill country at 75 mph on the second most dangerous road in texas (most likely due to the insane twists and turns) as hundreds of motorcycles whiz by you on their afternoon joy rides.
i guess technically you could say "just outside of austin," but in that giant metropolis of the west, there isn't much nature. at camp, we were definitely outside in the 'ole western wilderness. stinging nettle doesn't sound fun, does it? i saw many wonders, such as water moccasins as i lifeguarded down at the lake (more to come on that), a huge mountain goat strolling along the side of a cliff, albino deer, and, of course, spiders. oh, the spiders. these aren't you're typical tame domestic spiders. you know, the ones you can squash with one blow with a shoe. no, any old shoe would most likely bounce off these guys. they are the infamous "8 legged freaks."
the first tale comes from my second week in texas. work week had ended and orientation had begun. we had just gotten in from a day full of team competition and endured way too many stretched out information meetings. i was in desperate need of a shower. i grabbed my towel and clothes and made my way to the cabin bathroom. as i did so, i could see myself framed by the doorway in the mirror. consequently, i could see the other side of the door frame reflected in the mirror. a little above eyelevel on the left, i could see a black blob. having never noticed this before, i set my focus on it. my eyes adjusted and the blob became clear. my eyes widened beyond their natural state. to my horror there was a massive...and i mean massive...spider anxiously waiting for its oblivious victim to enter the bathroom.
being the cool, calm, and collected kind of girl that i am, i simply turned and gracefully (yet silently, so as not to allow my predator to know that he had been compromised. come on y'all, i watch alias.) walked over to my barfing suitcase (figurative speech) and picked up my grassy tennis shoe. i know. earlier i mentioned that shoes were useless against these creatures, but this was before i knew any better. my cabinmates noticed that i had moved with stealth...so i guess i wasn't very stealthy. they caught it with their two eyeballs...i'm sure that the spider had four times greater of a chance of doing the same. but nonetheless, they curiously asked what i was doing. i signaled for them to hush as i turned nonchalantly back to the bathroom doorway.
here it was, the moment of truth. could a girl really take on this kind of beast? i stepped into the doorway, immediately turning to the left, shoe raised in my right. he wasn't where i had expected, but i kept myslef composed. i quickly spotted him, just a little lower than his original hiding place.
smack! right on target, with all my strength, i slammed the sole of my shoe into that sucker. but it wasn't over. as i lifted the shoe, expecting to see the corpse of an 8 legged freak fixed upon the door frame, the 4-inch-in-diameter spider dropped to the floor. dazed and confused and a little injured, he tried to run. honestly, i don't know if that proves how tough this guy was or if it reflects the weakness of my swing...but we'll just overlook that. but i was right on top of him again, beating the ground spastically as if i was playing one of those "bop the groundhog on the head" games. but it wasn't a game. by the time i was through, all that was left of him was a mangled, lifeless ball of...spider.
and then i let out a piercing, hysterical scream. yes, i screamed and squirmed indeed.
whats funny is that it wasn't until i had beaten the thing to death that i lost my composure. my cabinmates couldn't help but double over in laughter at my reaction. i had kept my sanity until the deed was done. and then i lost it. i didn't have any more encounters with huge spiders indoors after that (although a brown recluse hanging out in the bathroom trashcan didn't ease my paranoidness).
my next major encounter with an 8 legged freak was nearly three weeks later. second term. water wars. it was a pleasant afternoon, kids were everywhere throwing water balloons, jumping in the grode pond (it says it all right there), slingshoting water balloons across the entire baseball field, etc. there was even a tarp on the side of a slight hill. complete with dish soap and running water from the hose. our own make shift waterslide. of course, i had to try this thing out.
running start...leap...wind-knocked-out-of-me landing...slide. oh! so much fun! i got up out of the muddy puddle at the bottom of the slide, coverd in clippings of grass and leaves. i had to try it again...i wanted to go further.
repeat all of the above...but faster, higher, harder...further. i came to rest at the edge of the road. i rolled over, laughing...that laughter soon became a silent scream. eye-level, just four feet away, was a tarantula. i'm not even slightly kidding. i had heard rumors of these things around camp...one had reportedly been sighted at the barn. i thought it was all just fun and games. after all, those things don't really exist in the wild. well, this assumption on my part was now shattered by reality...which crawled slowly, like a zombie accross a graveyard, just inches before me.
i forced myself up and ran to the top of the slide, where norm (your typical outdoorsy band nerd...wait. i guess hes not so typical) sat. i knew he would take care of it. no matter how brave i had proved myself in my previous encounter, i wasn't about to take on this guy. a shoe against a tarantula is like a toothpick against a dragon. norm's eyes lit up (much different than my reaction) when i told him and directed him toward the 8 legged freak. my duty done, i squealed and screamed once again at the thought. i watched from a distance as he picked it up. holy crap. insane, i tell ya. it makes me shudder just thinking of it now. once he had it in his hands, he tried to stroke it or something crazy and it lifted up its front legs in protest. "he's a feisty little guy." ya think??
so, i'm telling y'all, they're really out there. they don't just exist in textbooks, the national geographic channel, or the city zoo.
more camp stories: the worst day of camp, dance with me?
Friday, August 26, 2005
the day i was "red"
"how you doing today, red?"
these words startled me out of my dormward bound trance as i made my way across north campus. i had just been delayed by a little rock that had made its way into my right flip-flop; i briefly took it off to get it out and hastily began to walk to my destination. i was in the midst of thawing out from my frigid macroeconomics class, but simultaneously, the 95 degree weather was making be burn up. in other words, i was in some sort of cold sweat.
at first, these words passed by me like a breeze. red isn't my name...but for some reason they caught my attention. i knew they were directed at me. why "red"? well, i was pretty much wearing all red that day. i had on red linen capris, red flip-flops, and a bright red back pack. for that day, i was red.
i darted my eyes behind me to the right. a tall guy with sunglasses strode just a few steps behind me. still startled by this address and not sure if it came from him, i replied an almost inaudible "good" (he was wearing sunglasses, for goodness sake). i thought that was the end of the conversation. for one, i couldn't tell if the guy was just being randomly rude or friendly. was being "red" a compliment? i was a little skeptical. but again, to my surprise, he continued: "heading to class?"
me: "uh, no. i'm going back to my dorm."
him: "oh where do you live?"
is this information i want to give out to a random guy? prolly not, but i was trying to be friendly, despite my awkwardness. i hesitated and then told him, and the conversation continued from there...
him: "what year are you?"
me: "i'm a sophomore...what about you? are you a sophomore?"
him: "no, i'm a 5th year senior."
crap. i hate when i ask if people are younger than they are. it makes them feel bad. scratch that. it makes me feel bad.
me: "really? sorry."
him: "no, actually i'm a sophomore."
haha. funny. why do guys always joke about things when you first meet them?? how am i supposed to know whether sarcasm is you're cup of tea if we've just met?
well into the chit chat some time later, the guy comments, "that class is going to be really interesting."
wait. was this guy in my macroecon class with me? no wonder he's talking to me. why couldn't he have mentioned that to begin with?
my point is that when random guys walk up and make comments, the first impression in a girl's conscience is either "creep" or "nice guy". becca had a similar experience just the other day. we both agree. teetering between the two is not a good way to get the conversation started...or continuing without at least hinting why they've decided to pick up a conversation with you. because otherwise, i'll assume the motives are not those i want to affiliate with.
anyway, the good news is that i now know someone in my macroeconomics class.
these words startled me out of my dormward bound trance as i made my way across north campus. i had just been delayed by a little rock that had made its way into my right flip-flop; i briefly took it off to get it out and hastily began to walk to my destination. i was in the midst of thawing out from my frigid macroeconomics class, but simultaneously, the 95 degree weather was making be burn up. in other words, i was in some sort of cold sweat.
at first, these words passed by me like a breeze. red isn't my name...but for some reason they caught my attention. i knew they were directed at me. why "red"? well, i was pretty much wearing all red that day. i had on red linen capris, red flip-flops, and a bright red back pack. for that day, i was red.
i darted my eyes behind me to the right. a tall guy with sunglasses strode just a few steps behind me. still startled by this address and not sure if it came from him, i replied an almost inaudible "good" (he was wearing sunglasses, for goodness sake). i thought that was the end of the conversation. for one, i couldn't tell if the guy was just being randomly rude or friendly. was being "red" a compliment? i was a little skeptical. but again, to my surprise, he continued: "heading to class?"
me: "uh, no. i'm going back to my dorm."
him: "oh where do you live?"
is this information i want to give out to a random guy? prolly not, but i was trying to be friendly, despite my awkwardness. i hesitated and then told him, and the conversation continued from there...
him: "what year are you?"
me: "i'm a sophomore...what about you? are you a sophomore?"
him: "no, i'm a 5th year senior."
crap. i hate when i ask if people are younger than they are. it makes them feel bad. scratch that. it makes me feel bad.
me: "really? sorry."
him: "no, actually i'm a sophomore."
haha. funny. why do guys always joke about things when you first meet them?? how am i supposed to know whether sarcasm is you're cup of tea if we've just met?
well into the chit chat some time later, the guy comments, "that class is going to be really interesting."
wait. was this guy in my macroecon class with me? no wonder he's talking to me. why couldn't he have mentioned that to begin with?
my point is that when random guys walk up and make comments, the first impression in a girl's conscience is either "creep" or "nice guy". becca had a similar experience just the other day. we both agree. teetering between the two is not a good way to get the conversation started...or continuing without at least hinting why they've decided to pick up a conversation with you. because otherwise, i'll assume the motives are not those i want to affiliate with.
anyway, the good news is that i now know someone in my macroeconomics class.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
post first-class jitters
its nice having classes that your interested in. i mean, i will survive without chemistry and the like in my schedule. but its also scary. scary because you get those major related professors who use their class as a means to entertain themselves because they've dropped out of their professions. they've taught the same classes for the past 13 years. professors who just love to make girls like me cry. they're on a major power trip...they can do whatever they want to your grade and you can't stop them. why? because they're on tenure. i've had two actually claim that. those two are my print media and macroecon classes (although econ is a core class).
my econ professor did nothing but joke the whole fifteen minutes we were in there thursday. and its an honors class. he commented many times about how he can't keep a job...the reason i have yet to discover (but i'm sure it will become the topical discussion in a future class). "75% of what i say is to entertain myself" and "i say whatever the little man on my left eyebrow tells me to" and "don't get a bad haircut because you never know how many you have left" were just a few of the things he said. believe me, there were weirder ones. so anyway, as far as i can tell, that class is gonna be entertaining but either the tests a piece of cake, or he just isn't going to teach and then make the tests downright impossible to pass. i'm sure i'll keep you posted.
then theres the print media professor. this is a 300 person class (aka, weed out class for journalism) and he is actually going to take roll. i don't see how thats gonna work out...perhaps turnstiles or a name-stating hug before each class? on the fourth absence, you drop a letter grade. on the fifth, you get a wf (withdrawal failure, which haunts your transcript forever...you probrably can't even get a job with one). here's just a taste of his sick sense of humor (from his class website...copy and paste. and if he somehow stumbles upon this blog, i'm guessing the material is in some way copyrighted. after all, he is an ex-journalist. i give all credit for the following to him. please don't sue me):
my econ professor did nothing but joke the whole fifteen minutes we were in there thursday. and its an honors class. he commented many times about how he can't keep a job...the reason i have yet to discover (but i'm sure it will become the topical discussion in a future class). "75% of what i say is to entertain myself" and "i say whatever the little man on my left eyebrow tells me to" and "don't get a bad haircut because you never know how many you have left" were just a few of the things he said. believe me, there were weirder ones. so anyway, as far as i can tell, that class is gonna be entertaining but either the tests a piece of cake, or he just isn't going to teach and then make the tests downright impossible to pass. i'm sure i'll keep you posted.
then theres the print media professor. this is a 300 person class (aka, weed out class for journalism) and he is actually going to take roll. i don't see how thats gonna work out...perhaps turnstiles or a name-stating hug before each class? on the fourth absence, you drop a letter grade. on the fifth, you get a wf (withdrawal failure, which haunts your transcript forever...you probrably can't even get a job with one). here's just a taste of his sick sense of humor (from his class website...copy and paste. and if he somehow stumbles upon this blog, i'm guessing the material is in some way copyrighted. after all, he is an ex-journalist. i give all credit for the following to him. please don't sue me):
- A 10-page paper sounds easy, but keep in mind I am a cruel-hearted and bitter old professor who loves nothing better than to destroy the lives and self esteem of those who take my class. It's how I get my jollies. Or, in other words, don't hand in a 10-page crapper and expect an easy grade. Do good research, write well, and edit edit edit. After that, edit. Otherwise, do it on something interesting. (i don't think i write crappers, but the beginning of that makes me shudder)
- I will do whatever it takes to get you to do more than just sit on your butt and listen, taking dutiful notes, and regurgitating everything back on test day. Boring. (yessssss. fabulous.)
- Cheating in my classroom may be harmful to your health. I have tenure, I write horror fiction, and you are at my mercy. Imagine the possibilities should I catch you in the act. Not pretty. (not that i'm a cheater, but man...)
- Cell phones will be turned off before class starts. If one goes off, I reserve the right to answer it myself and to invent things about your social life that will lead either to embarrassment or an improvement in your reputation, depending on where you are at this moment. Don't let this happen. But if a cell phone must go off, at least try to have a decent tune playing. Springsteen is good. Led Zepplin. The Stones. No fruity tunes, please. Disco will result in your death and instant cremation. (in other words, you don't want to call me mwf between 11:15-12:05 or a "cruel-hearted and bitter old professor" will give you a frightful greeting)
- And more policies are here. Otherwise, the message is don't break the rules cause we write them. You can't win. We own you. (*sing it* shoo fly don't bother me, for i belong to somebody)
just a taste, i tell you. its very likely he's not really as cruel as he sounds. its actually kinda funny...in a sick kind of way. because this is my life we're talking about...so it isn't. anyway, i obviously am a bit nervous about some of my classes. i'll get to test the waters of both my majors and see if they're worth pursuing. thats always good, right?
Friday, August 19, 2005
nothing to do
well, here it is, friday night and i'm chilling in the room by myself. nice atmosphere...but i kinda want to socialize. you know what would make my weekends? if people actually called me wanting to do something. why does it always feel like i'm searching for things to do? i'm like some kind of introvert who is really an extrovert at heart. by that i mean i love being around people, but i'm too shy to throw myself into other people's friendship circles uninvited.
okay, so i'm throwing a pity party for myself. i need to get over it and just call someone.
okay, so i'm throwing a pity party for myself. i need to get over it and just call someone.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
tour of the room!
well, since i know you all are anxious to see the fruits of my labor, i've taken pictures of my lovely room. it may still need a few touches (especially the bathroom and foyer)...but this is pretty much the finished work.
moving in...
it seems like i haven't really done much of anything since i got to school except decorate...and a little frisbee on the side. amy and i have stayed up until about 2 am each night decorating or talking with people and waking up around 7 am to doze until 9:30 because our windows angled perfectly toward the east spill sunlight into our room early each morning. sunlight wakes me up way too easily...i need to get some of those sleeper blinder thingies. i'd be pretty cool doing that, right?
anyway, as i've said, i've been pretty busy with the whole decor thing. but my room is amazing. i really have no idea how we got so fortunate. we're in a corner room...so two windows...and its handicapped. that translates into extra large bathroom and floor space. beautiful. we've been pretty creative. of course, i have my quilt mounted on the wall above my desk. that might be a tradition that continues through my college years. we also have ribbons with pictures clipped with mini-multi-colored clotheslines dangling all around the room. some christmas lights are strung around the top, as well as a starburst wrapper chain. actually, i'll just post a picture of our room because we've worked so hard on it.
the downside of having a bathroom in your room is that theres no need for people to wander the halls to get to the community bathroom. because of this, its been hard to meet people. hopefully we'll meet some people at the cookout. but life is fabulous and classes start tomorrow. first one: art history at 9:30 am. but i have to get football tickets with people at 8 am.
i've got a RUF pizza party thing in a few minutes, so i'd better run.
anyway, as i've said, i've been pretty busy with the whole decor thing. but my room is amazing. i really have no idea how we got so fortunate. we're in a corner room...so two windows...and its handicapped. that translates into extra large bathroom and floor space. beautiful. we've been pretty creative. of course, i have my quilt mounted on the wall above my desk. that might be a tradition that continues through my college years. we also have ribbons with pictures clipped with mini-multi-colored clotheslines dangling all around the room. some christmas lights are strung around the top, as well as a starburst wrapper chain. actually, i'll just post a picture of our room because we've worked so hard on it.
the downside of having a bathroom in your room is that theres no need for people to wander the halls to get to the community bathroom. because of this, its been hard to meet people. hopefully we'll meet some people at the cookout. but life is fabulous and classes start tomorrow. first one: art history at 9:30 am. but i have to get football tickets with people at 8 am.
i've got a RUF pizza party thing in a few minutes, so i'd better run.
Friday, August 12, 2005
saying goodbye
well, after making the big ordeal about getting out to texas, i've finally posted some pictures from the banquet as proof that i made it.
going back to a place where i spent so much of my summer felt a little strange...mostly because i felt out of place, having not been there for the past five weeks. but even so, i got to see some of my amazing friends that i've made this summer one more time before it was goodbye for so long. i really hope to get more pictures from friends via e-mail...and when i get more i'll definitly post them! believe me, i've got a bunch of stories from camp that have yet to be put down in writing. but until then, you'll just have to believe that it was amazing.
going back to a place where i spent so much of my summer felt a little strange...mostly because i felt out of place, having not been there for the past five weeks. but even so, i got to see some of my amazing friends that i've made this summer one more time before it was goodbye for so long. i really hope to get more pictures from friends via e-mail...and when i get more i'll definitly post them! believe me, i've got a bunch of stories from camp that have yet to be put down in writing. but until then, you'll just have to believe that it was amazing.
chic and stylish
welcome one and all to my fabulous blog...which just received its new makeover yesterday!
its really amazing how complicated changing the background and adding a banner can be...especially since i have nadda clue about html or css or whatever the crap is required to change formats painlessly. anyway, it sadly took me all day, but yay! look how beautiful it is now. i designed the background myself in photoshop...which was pretty easy. the picture is of me in my dorm last year...i thought it might go with the theme. i used the cutout filter for the picture (if you don't understand, no worries), but i'm not sure if i'm a fan or not. anyone who knows anything about design (or has an opinion about design) have any thought/suggestions/feelings about it?
by all means, comment away.
its really amazing how complicated changing the background and adding a banner can be...especially since i have nadda clue about html or css or whatever the crap is required to change formats painlessly. anyway, it sadly took me all day, but yay! look how beautiful it is now. i designed the background myself in photoshop...which was pretty easy. the picture is of me in my dorm last year...i thought it might go with the theme. i used the cutout filter for the picture (if you don't understand, no worries), but i'm not sure if i'm a fan or not. anyone who knows anything about design (or has an opinion about design) have any thought/suggestions/feelings about it?
by all means, comment away.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
a series of unfortunate events
despite a 6 am wakeup this morning, i'm a little distressed to say that waking up ten minutes earlier would have landed us in austin, texas right now. either that or going without toasting my ego waffles. becca and i (along with our friend from camp, elizabeth, who was traveling with us) are finally heading back to camp after five weeks of leave for the counselor's banquet. but so far, today has been full of nothing but disappointments. sure, we left our driveway only ten minutes off schedule (or a ten minute late head start, as becca put it), just as the august sun began to paint the clouds with a touch of pink. traffic wasn't bad at all...we even got a close parking spot in hardly any time at all. the luck was short lived, though.
shortly after getting inside, we got denied at the kiosk...we had somehow neglected to list ourselves for the flight (becca said she actually watched dad list us...its a mystery, really). well, crumbalas. it was all downhill from there. i sent elizabeth ahead to go through security and wait for us at the gate...just in case. that bit me in the butt. after five minutes of waiting on those black phones (time which we didn't have to spare), becca was finally successful at listing us for the 8:04 flight. time check: 7:36. we knew it was tight. we rushed to get in line, but security drove us like cattle to the most inconvenient route to the security line. being the well-traveled passengers we are, we travel light to avoid checking bags. except that my backpack and duffle bag (plus my purse...but we'll pretend it was just 2 carry-ons) were packed to the brim and really awkward to carry.
well, the security line was a slow crawl and time was ticking away. time check: 7:43. the problem with airport security is that you simply stand in line to get to stand in another line. we finally got through line 1, displaying my picture id and ticket, (after pushing our way past 6 confused mexicans who didn't seem to understand that only ticketed passengers were allowed beyond that point...the five without tickets were kindly escorted out by security) to wait in line 2. i had brought my laptop to get pictures from people at camp (my reasons were reasonable when i opted to bring it). of course, this just delayed me because i had to remove it from my backpack. i scrambled to get it out, placing my ticket and id on the table.
i was ready to go, scooting my bags down the table, cringing as i stood there in my bare feet (curse those people who decided to put bombs in their shoes), when i heard the security man say "please make sure you have your ids and tickets ready to be checked." suddenly, i was in a panic. time check: 7:53. this was obviously an appropriate time to freak out... i can't get through security without an id or ticket, much less get on the plane that takes off in 11 minutes. where did they go?? already flustered with the time crunch, i went into shock. then i frantically yanked my bags off the table, dug through my purse, ran up and down the line like a chicken with my head cut off pleading with people to look under their belongings for my misplaced ones. the man right behind me looked pretty sketch...he seemed to have no reaction to the chaos. i'll admit, i suspected he ganked them. i felt as if i was going to either breakdown and cry or pass out. finally, i found them hiding beneath the bin where my laptop was.
in hindsight, i do recall a kind man in line reasoning with the security man that i had to have had it to have gotten through the last line. the security man smiled and calmly said it happened all the time and reminded me of places to look. i wish i could thank them now because that may have been what kept me from losing my mind.
heart pounding, i hastily stuffed my laptop back into my backpack. we hurried down the escalator, only to get to the train too late. we had to wait another minute for the next one (of course, that was a minute we didn't have). helplessly waiting when your heart and mind are rushing to get somewhere is not a pleasant experience. time check: 7:57. seven minutes. the train came and we hopped on.
no doubt, we were the first ones off that sucker when it got to our concourse, running up the escalator in my flip flop heels and about 40 lbs of luggage. i don't know if you've ever tried running with a backpack on...it doesn't work well. same for a duffle bag that swings just at your thighs. if you can imagine, the two combined with a purse is just an unfortunate experience. but i had no other option. what was worse was that the mad dash wouldn't end at the top of the escalator, nor a few gates down. no. it just so happened that our fate was to run (or hobble as fast as possible) to our plane departing from the LAST gate at the end of the hall. i am not kidding. seriously. thats about quarter of a mile. okay, maybe a little less than that...but not much less. but we had to run the whole way, me wishing the whole time that i had checked my bags for once.
it was like the end of a cross country race. my legs were heavy, chest burning, sweating, pushing myself, knowing that i needed to push on to the finish line because my team was depending on me to get to the state championship meet. only, this was indoors, i was in a dress, heels, my dangly earrings were slapping my neck, and becca and i were the only ones competing...us against the departure time of the flight to austin, rushing through the airport like lame mules...dodging pleasant travelers who were already settled in at their gates. i felt like giving up, but i knew that the penalty would be three more hours of sitting in the airport.
i pushed myself alright, but it only allowed me to see how narrowly we missed the flight. the ramp was pulling back as the plane backed out...leaving two upset girls wheezing as if they were having an asthma attack standing where the austin passengers had been no more than a few minutes ago. i checked the clock: 8:02. they had left two minutes early. my heart sank faster than my $5 wal-mart sunglasses. that meant that we had to wait for the 11:05 flight, elizabeth was on her way to austin without us, and i had made my desperate sprint for nothing. what a familiar scene. well, as if that wasn't enough, about two hours later, casey calls, looking for us at the austin airport. guess we won't have a ride once we arrive...who knows if we'll even make it in time for the banquet. this sucks.
shortly after getting inside, we got denied at the kiosk...we had somehow neglected to list ourselves for the flight (becca said she actually watched dad list us...its a mystery, really). well, crumbalas. it was all downhill from there. i sent elizabeth ahead to go through security and wait for us at the gate...just in case. that bit me in the butt. after five minutes of waiting on those black phones (time which we didn't have to spare), becca was finally successful at listing us for the 8:04 flight. time check: 7:36. we knew it was tight. we rushed to get in line, but security drove us like cattle to the most inconvenient route to the security line. being the well-traveled passengers we are, we travel light to avoid checking bags. except that my backpack and duffle bag (plus my purse...but we'll pretend it was just 2 carry-ons) were packed to the brim and really awkward to carry.
well, the security line was a slow crawl and time was ticking away. time check: 7:43. the problem with airport security is that you simply stand in line to get to stand in another line. we finally got through line 1, displaying my picture id and ticket, (after pushing our way past 6 confused mexicans who didn't seem to understand that only ticketed passengers were allowed beyond that point...the five without tickets were kindly escorted out by security) to wait in line 2. i had brought my laptop to get pictures from people at camp (my reasons were reasonable when i opted to bring it). of course, this just delayed me because i had to remove it from my backpack. i scrambled to get it out, placing my ticket and id on the table.
i was ready to go, scooting my bags down the table, cringing as i stood there in my bare feet (curse those people who decided to put bombs in their shoes), when i heard the security man say "please make sure you have your ids and tickets ready to be checked." suddenly, i was in a panic. time check: 7:53. this was obviously an appropriate time to freak out... i can't get through security without an id or ticket, much less get on the plane that takes off in 11 minutes. where did they go?? already flustered with the time crunch, i went into shock. then i frantically yanked my bags off the table, dug through my purse, ran up and down the line like a chicken with my head cut off pleading with people to look under their belongings for my misplaced ones. the man right behind me looked pretty sketch...he seemed to have no reaction to the chaos. i'll admit, i suspected he ganked them. i felt as if i was going to either breakdown and cry or pass out. finally, i found them hiding beneath the bin where my laptop was.
in hindsight, i do recall a kind man in line reasoning with the security man that i had to have had it to have gotten through the last line. the security man smiled and calmly said it happened all the time and reminded me of places to look. i wish i could thank them now because that may have been what kept me from losing my mind.
heart pounding, i hastily stuffed my laptop back into my backpack. we hurried down the escalator, only to get to the train too late. we had to wait another minute for the next one (of course, that was a minute we didn't have). helplessly waiting when your heart and mind are rushing to get somewhere is not a pleasant experience. time check: 7:57. seven minutes. the train came and we hopped on.
no doubt, we were the first ones off that sucker when it got to our concourse, running up the escalator in my flip flop heels and about 40 lbs of luggage. i don't know if you've ever tried running with a backpack on...it doesn't work well. same for a duffle bag that swings just at your thighs. if you can imagine, the two combined with a purse is just an unfortunate experience. but i had no other option. what was worse was that the mad dash wouldn't end at the top of the escalator, nor a few gates down. no. it just so happened that our fate was to run (or hobble as fast as possible) to our plane departing from the LAST gate at the end of the hall. i am not kidding. seriously. thats about quarter of a mile. okay, maybe a little less than that...but not much less. but we had to run the whole way, me wishing the whole time that i had checked my bags for once.
it was like the end of a cross country race. my legs were heavy, chest burning, sweating, pushing myself, knowing that i needed to push on to the finish line because my team was depending on me to get to the state championship meet. only, this was indoors, i was in a dress, heels, my dangly earrings were slapping my neck, and becca and i were the only ones competing...us against the departure time of the flight to austin, rushing through the airport like lame mules...dodging pleasant travelers who were already settled in at their gates. i felt like giving up, but i knew that the penalty would be three more hours of sitting in the airport.
i pushed myself alright, but it only allowed me to see how narrowly we missed the flight. the ramp was pulling back as the plane backed out...leaving two upset girls wheezing as if they were having an asthma attack standing where the austin passengers had been no more than a few minutes ago. i checked the clock: 8:02. they had left two minutes early. my heart sank faster than my $5 wal-mart sunglasses. that meant that we had to wait for the 11:05 flight, elizabeth was on her way to austin without us, and i had made my desperate sprint for nothing. what a familiar scene. well, as if that wasn't enough, about two hours later, casey calls, looking for us at the austin airport. guess we won't have a ride once we arrive...who knows if we'll even make it in time for the banquet. this sucks.
Friday, August 05, 2005
hairtie saga
i don't really know why i'm inspired to tell you the following...but oh well.
i'm one of those people who don't change things up alot. for instance, i'm not one of those girls who has to change her purse to match her outfit. i easily get into the habit of wearing my black old navy flip flops everyday. i would like to wear the snazzy earrings i own, but i just don't find the time to switch out my silver studs. hairties are one of those things that don't change much.
every once in awhile, there comes a time when i need to replace a hairtie because i've either lost or broken my other one after several weeks of use. once i get that new hairtie, its either on my wrist or in my hair, day or night. back in high school, i had this one hairtie that was a faded orange...a little overstretched from over two years of use. you see, once upon a time, this hair tie was an offensive shade of the neon variety and, of course, didn't go with anything. following my usual trend, i'm not one to make sure my hairtie matches my outfit, either (thats why it would be wise to go black when selecting my next hairtie).
in the afternoon rush of getting ready for cross country practice, i snapped one of my dependable hairties. one of my teammates had an extra one that she let me "borrow". you might have guessed, but this was indeed the neon orange hairtie. i took it, fully expecting to give it to her the next day. however, after practice, it naturally went back on my wrist, ready for my next moment of need. only that was the next day at practice. well, this cycle continued until she finally told me that i could keep it. as i mentioned earlier, i had that hairtie for an obscenely long time.
but one fateful day last summer, when i did a back dive off our dock, that faded orange hairtie had become so overstretched that it popped off my wrist without me realizing it. now somewhere below, it lies in its watery grave. i haven't been able to keep one for more than a few weeks since, and i've lost numerous other things to the waters of keowee since then.
my ability to hang onto hairties is quite opposite of my relationship with sunglasses (which is just not economically sound in the long run). while i was at camp, i stepped on my new pair and was in need of another. i've gone through at least four pairs just this summer. well, after my first three falling apart or getting crushed, i decided it wasn't worth dishing out $10-12 for a pair that would prolly end up getting lost or broken anyway. so i searched for the cheapest i could find...and found a pair of these sporty, periwinkle, "unisex" glasses for just $5 at wally world. i actually was able to keep them for an entire month and a half...even as i bounced over waves on jet skis and jumped in to the lake to help kids into their skis. it was amazing. but it wasn't meant to last. the other week i commented on how long i had managed to keep them, i dove in with them on top of my head. needless to say, they disappeared faster than i could react. down they went, to rest in peace with my worn hairtie and all the other objects i've lost.
i don't know what kind of lesson you can get out of this, but it seems to me that i can guard things better when they're either cheap or free. or maybe i should just stop diving in with things i could lose.
i'm one of those people who don't change things up alot. for instance, i'm not one of those girls who has to change her purse to match her outfit. i easily get into the habit of wearing my black old navy flip flops everyday. i would like to wear the snazzy earrings i own, but i just don't find the time to switch out my silver studs. hairties are one of those things that don't change much.
every once in awhile, there comes a time when i need to replace a hairtie because i've either lost or broken my other one after several weeks of use. once i get that new hairtie, its either on my wrist or in my hair, day or night. back in high school, i had this one hairtie that was a faded orange...a little overstretched from over two years of use. you see, once upon a time, this hair tie was an offensive shade of the neon variety and, of course, didn't go with anything. following my usual trend, i'm not one to make sure my hairtie matches my outfit, either (thats why it would be wise to go black when selecting my next hairtie).
in the afternoon rush of getting ready for cross country practice, i snapped one of my dependable hairties. one of my teammates had an extra one that she let me "borrow". you might have guessed, but this was indeed the neon orange hairtie. i took it, fully expecting to give it to her the next day. however, after practice, it naturally went back on my wrist, ready for my next moment of need. only that was the next day at practice. well, this cycle continued until she finally told me that i could keep it. as i mentioned earlier, i had that hairtie for an obscenely long time.
but one fateful day last summer, when i did a back dive off our dock, that faded orange hairtie had become so overstretched that it popped off my wrist without me realizing it. now somewhere below, it lies in its watery grave. i haven't been able to keep one for more than a few weeks since, and i've lost numerous other things to the waters of keowee since then.
my ability to hang onto hairties is quite opposite of my relationship with sunglasses (which is just not economically sound in the long run). while i was at camp, i stepped on my new pair and was in need of another. i've gone through at least four pairs just this summer. well, after my first three falling apart or getting crushed, i decided it wasn't worth dishing out $10-12 for a pair that would prolly end up getting lost or broken anyway. so i searched for the cheapest i could find...and found a pair of these sporty, periwinkle, "unisex" glasses for just $5 at wally world. i actually was able to keep them for an entire month and a half...even as i bounced over waves on jet skis and jumped in to the lake to help kids into their skis. it was amazing. but it wasn't meant to last. the other week i commented on how long i had managed to keep them, i dove in with them on top of my head. needless to say, they disappeared faster than i could react. down they went, to rest in peace with my worn hairtie and all the other objects i've lost.
i don't know what kind of lesson you can get out of this, but it seems to me that i can guard things better when they're either cheap or free. or maybe i should just stop diving in with things i could lose.
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