~Uckfay For Fun

UCKFAY FOR FUN!

I've been thinking about posting another blog for a couple of days now, but my puter came down with a virus, and we all know how that can be. I swear sometimes computers are like kids, especially when they're sick.

I bet no one knew that computer virus' can be contagious to humans... yes it is true. First my computer took ill, then I thought I caught the virus from my little baby. Turns out I wasn't sick, yesterday was just a melancholy day for me. So I figured a little alcohol would help... didn't really, just made me melancholy and sleepy.

Had fun Thursday night though. Went to work at Plush Cafe... listened to some performers. Some good, some not so much. Sold a Heineken to a cute red haired guy who asked me if I was born in 1978 because he was. When I told him no, he said "It was a good year." Like I'd change my mind and decide I was born in '78 after all.

When we were closing up just after midnight, we were standing around talking girl talk, which is when the fun really began, or could it just be that again I was tipsy? Okay, I know I'm giving the impression that I drink alot, but I really don't. Thursday night I had one Smirnoff Ice that I blended with some sour apple syrup and ice to make a slushie (YUMMY!), and that got me tipsy!

Anyway, while I was counting up the money, we were talking with our friend Jenna about shirts that our company I.D.W.E.E.B. should come out with next. Since we're all big girls my cousin Michelle suggested we come out with shirts that say Big girls need love too! I liked that idea, though I liked my moms idea better.

Her idea was a shirt that says Will uckfay for fun! That still makes me laugh, but I told her that not everyone speaks pig latin and wouldn't understand what uckfay means... well incase you who are reading this is one of those people... drop the ay off the end of the word and move the f to the beginning. I'm really thinking about making that shirt, or how about the YES, I am a SLUT! shirt, and on the back it'll say, Or I hope to be soon.

I think Michelle is serious about the Big girls need love too shirts, but my vote is for a shirt that says either Plush Size or Plush Grrl, though I'm really loving the uckfay for fun shirt.

(Carnivale in 27 hours!)

~Great Expectations

GREAT EXPECTATIONS!

Today is the day!

The 4th season of Alias starts! Yay!!!

I'm so excited, so incredibly excited, and not only that, but they put it after LOST! Another good thing.

I remember back a few years ago when Angel followed Buffy was the big night on TV for me, but... I don't want to talk about anything sad! I don't want to ruin my anticipatory high that I have going.

I can't even imagine how frickin' excited I'm gonna be on Sunday, waiting for the second season of Carnivale to start. I'm tellin' you, it's going to be like... well I can't think of anything torturous enough to explain how impatient I'm going to be waiting out the hours. It gets worse the closer it gets, minutes creeping by, constantly watching the clock, counting down.

I usually watch something that I've seen millions of times to make the time go faster, so now I'm watching my DVD's of the previous seasons of Alias. Right now I'm on the first one and I realized something. I really love the very first episode. It's actually my very favorite episode.

Usually among shows that I love, (Buffy, Angel, Dark Angel, Gilmore Girls, etc...) I have a hard time narrowing it down to my favorite episode, but not with Alias. I think the first one was just amazing, incredibly well set up and thought out.

The funny thing about Alias though, is that for me, though I really love the show, I can't seem to watch the second and third seasons like I can the first. I've read in places where people called the third season boring and uneventful, and I totally disagree. I enjoy the third season a hell of a lot more than the second season. I wasn't really fond of the whole Irina Derevko storyline. I hated how they made it like Sydney hated her mother, but loved her, then hated her more, but still loved her. I of course understand that it's a very touchy situation she's in, but it doesn't make me like it any better.

On the other hand, I love the relationship between Sydney and Jack Bristow. I love how they're growing closer. And why did they feel the need to get rid of Will Tippin? I still don't understand how they're trying to explain him away. Witness protection? Come on...

As I'm sitting here thinking about it, I realize what I miss about the first season that the third season seemed to lack, all the fight scenes and the missions. I loved the missions and how she was able to balance the two contrasting worlds she lived in.

Now the show is not so much Sydney Bristow trying to balance out her crazy work life with a normal home life, but more focused on her involvement with the CIA. She has no normal home life to balance it out anymore, and I'm surprised the poor girl's not insane. My favorite character on the show, though I do love Sydney, don't get me wrong, she's the coolest female heroine this side of Sunnydale, but for me, my CIA hero is Jack Bristow.

Okay, that took up a half an hour, now just 20 and a half hours to go until season 4 premieres!

(p.s.) Did I mention Carnivale is in 4 days?

~Age Ain't Nothin' But A Number

Age Ain't Nothin' But A Number

I was so proud of myself for finally figuring out how to add my pic to my profile, so I thought I'd try something a bit more daring... Downloading a blogger template from the internet!

So I went to a site, downloaded a few that I liked and tried them out. The one I liked best is up now. I decided to take a look at all that html crap, just to see how things work, see if I can understand any of it.

So I'm looking around and decide to try and change a few things around, font size and style and box titles and what not... feeling like I'm accomplishing something incredibly great. By the time I finish, (late, late, late... or possibly very early in the morning) I'm feeling like the King of the world, right? Nothing is beyond my grasp of achievement, including my New Years Resolution.

Then just for the heck of it I decide to check out the guy who created the template, full with a feeling of "you don't seem so special anymore because I pretty much cracked the code" and found out that the guy is 14 YEARS OLD!!!

Here I am, a 32 year old female, feeling semi-superior because I managed to change some frickin' font settings and then turn around feeling massively deflated when I find out that the creator of the template is a recent junior high school graduate!

How pathetic am I?

On an up note though, thanks for the template Martin Reyes...

~Uploading Errors

Uploading Errors

You know, I had always considered myself to be more on the intelligent side of thinking... then I meet the blogger!

I am having a tell of a hime (you see what I've done there? I've switched the "H" and the "T") trying to add a picture to my profile. At one point I thought I had succeeded, then I saw that I had only managed to add a pic to the blog post instead. (grumble, grumble)

I realized I had been coasting through the "computers for dummies" way of doing things when it comes to adding pictures. I have found out that if there is no button with a huge honkin' arrow that says UPLOAD PICTURES HERE, I have no idea what I'm doing. Yes I am hanging my head in shame.

However, if there is one thing about me that will save me in all this, it's that I'm incredibly stubborn and refuse to be outsmarted by this thing called blog! I will upload a picture to my profile if it's the last thing I do!

~Being A Follower

Being A Follower

Not that I think I have anything important to say, I just decided to get a blog because my sister sent me an e-mail the other day that said, "I have a blog!"

Now my 57 year old mother is sitting at her computer (on the phone with my sister) trying to set up her own blog, so I said to myself, "Hey why not?"

So here I am... blogging! Yay for me.

I'll be sure to blog more later!