September 17th, 2005

Candle in the Wind

Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid

Is 2:25am on a Friday night too early to go to sleep?

Apparently, because my roommate and what sounds like no fewer than 4 friends are loudly invading the living room to watch TV/a movie.

Yet another example of me being too old for my own good. I like to go to bed by 10:30pm on weeknights. I can't even watch The Daily Show because it's on at 11pm EST. I hate Eastern time. And on weekend? 1:30am is about as late as it gets for me.

Staying up late? Been there, done that, moving on. There are special occasions in which I will stay up until 4am, maybe even 6am...but really? I did that in junior high at sleepover, and in high school when I'd stay out past curfew. I'm done.

I would look up "mid-life crisis" on WebMD, just to see what it says on the subject, but I was recently mocked mercilessly by a certain few family members for replacing real doctors with the internet. Not like any of them would visit a doctor. Even with a serious ailment, our default action is to wait a week, maybe two...or a month...see if it will "go away." Though really, it's more like, "if it doesn't get worse, I'm fine."

I think I need a change. Which is actually rather humorous considering the amount of change I've been through in the past 12 months. My childhood house was sold (and subsequently torn down). I left school. I slept on my sister's couch for 8 months. I lived in Europe for a month, and visited 6 countries. I transfered to a new school. I decided on a major (and minor). Maybe I'm like Truman when he ties himself to the boat and Christoff starts the horrible storm and he screams, "Is that all you've got?" I was hit and hit hard...but I'm still standing. Maybe I need something to knock me straight on my ass, preferably for the better (I don't like when things get "worse").

Friday night or not, I want some sleep. My body needs it. If only I had some Tylenol PM or a sedative or something to help me drift off without noticing the noise.
  • Current Music
    I'm Still Standing - Elton John (in head)
What's the frequency Kenneth

I've been a bad, bad girl

Because rule number 8 states that I must...

Reply with your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.

And now...I am going to the Apple Store to see if they will perhaps give me a new power cord without having to pay (if it's plugged in at the wrong angle, it won't charge...and the fact that it can be "plugged in at the wrong angle" is probably not so good). I wouldn't try to get one for free, but they charge $75 for these things. Those bastards.

Plus, I can oooooooogle nice new computers that aren't slowly dying like mine. He's two years old, and very full, so he doesn't run as well as he used to. He's already had two hard drive transplants, so I'm just hoping he can survive a little longer. The plan is that after I pay next semester's tuition...if I have enough money left, I might get something new. Possibly a desktop with a huge ass hard drive, so Jack can relax and have only bare minimum. (Word, Excel, Safari, iTunes with a select number of songs. He doesn't need a ton of pictures, or mp3s, or anything else that slows him down.)


In other news...I'm going back to blond today. I'm excited...I've been dark (burgundy, super dark brown) for over two years, and before that, I was more red. I don't think I've been blond since sophomore year in high school. Unlike then, I'm doing this myself. I have a bottle of uber blond dye, and also a highlighting know, so it will look more natural. Well, here goes nothing.
  • Current Music
    Criminal - Fiona Apple