Shared Songs in iTunes?

I’m in the library at my school right now, and I plugged in my laptop and iPod to have some background music to enjoy while I study. As iTunes opens, I see that there are “Shared” playlists. Curious, I click on one and scroll through the songs, and then find that I can actually listen to them!!

How come no one ever told me about this? It’s so cool! But I’m kind of ashamed to show what I’m sharing, lol. It’s Mike’s iPod (mine finally died), so it’s full of pretty much Final Fantasy Piano Collections and Metallica, lol. Good thing I have this shared music thing! Now I can hear some more of my new obsession, Common, instead of listening to Mike’s crappy music haha

Maybe I AM a blonde…

Wow, first I forget about my plant and let it die, then I forget about my DOMAIN and let it die?? What a retard I am! I knew my domain was going to expire soon, but for some dumb reason I put it off. Saturday morning I go to my blog and it’s GONE! Then it occurs to me — DAMMIT I LET IT EXPIRE!! I quickly re-registered it (lucky I got to it before someone else did!!) and registered it. Netrillium didn’t process my order until TODAY (u.u) but now it’s back and working. Hooray… I think I’ll register it for the next 2 or 3 years or something 😑

So that’s where I was, in case you were confused…

Sometimes it’s not in the plans.

Sunday night after I had gotten into my cute VS pajamas, Mike IMed me and said his parents were heading back up to the hospital after one of his aunts called, adding that he would be following them shortly. His aunt made it sound pretty urgent that everyone get there right away, Grandma Mary was doing very badly (her heartbeats per minute [BPM] could not get above about 45) and the doctors didn’t expect her to make it through the night. It wasn’t the first time they said this though. I offered to go with Mike for moral support and he took me up on the offer, so I got back into my jeans and drove out to meet him somewhere so we could drive up together.

Once we got to the hospital I found that Mike’s mother’s ENTIRE family was there. She has five sisters, and every one of them was there with their significant other, their kids, and their significant others. Everyone was looking very grave and crying, and one look at Grandma Mary let me know why. She had no strength at all and could barely nod her head. She was heavily sedated and we could tell by the glossy haze in her eyes. Mike couldn’t bring himself to talk to her and we spent the next two hours at her bedside, Mike staring at the heart monitor, willing the numbers to go up, and me standing next to him, feeling completely useless and invisible.

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Judgmental?

The week after my nephew Aiden was born, I put a picture of him up on my desktop at work. A coworker asked me if it was nephew and I said yes, my sister just had a baby, beaming proudly. Her next question seemed innocent enough at first, but upon reflection it bothered me more and more.
Lady: “So, is your sister a lot older than you, or is she just a really young mother?”
Me: “Oh, she’s a lot older than me. She’s 36 and has 3 other kids.”
Lady: “Oh.”

At first I didn’t think anything of her query, but then I got to thinking, “Wait, why would she ask a question like that?” She knows I’m 20, and that’s old enough to have a sister that isn’t “a lot older” than me that could have children. It wouldn’t be unusual to have a sister that’s 25 or 27 or so and having a baby, which is the usual age for women to have babies I suppose, and I don’t consider it “a lot older” than me. As for the other part, I am just curious why a person would even ASK if she’s a “really young mother?” If that were so, wouldn’t it be reasonable to assume that perhaps it is a touchy subject that I would not feel comfortable with talking about with strangers? Was she going to be judgmental if I DID reply that I had a teenaged sister that just had a baby?

I don’t mind that she asked about my sister since I invited it by putting up a picture on a computer we share one day of the week. But her manner in asking was a little presumptuous and disrespectful, in my opinion. I guess I’m not too upset by it; she comes it on Tuesdays, which is usually my day off, so I rarely see her.

Am I being silly or do I actually have a point?

Gas Stations do not accept personal checks.

Yesterday started out like any other weekday. I woke up early after having a dream that I was a crack dealer, got in the shower, dressed, agonized over what I was wearing, decided it was good enough and left. As I walked to my car I gazed up at the stars in the sky and mused over how freaken messed up it is that I am leaving my house while there are still stars out.

I drove into Fullerton, eagerly anticipating paying 20 cents less for gas when I looked into my purse and realized with a start: I left my wallet at home. With my license, ATM card, credit card, money and AAA card inside. I began to panic, knowing I had no way of being able to pay for gas and I didn’t have enough gas to make the 30 mile trek back home to get my wallet. I left the gas station and went to school, trying to take comfort in the fact that at least I would not be late for class and I would not miss this Algebra quiz. I called Mike and immediately began crying as I told his voicemail my dilemma.

While in class I realized that I had my checkbook with me, surely that would count for something somewhere? I also tried to think of anyone I knew in Fullerton that could spot me $5. I couldn’t bring myself to call anyone so early in the morning on a Friday though. I even thought of asking my professor to borrow $5, but that would just be too mortifying.

After class I tried at two different gas stations to pay with personal check, but they weren’t having any of that. I even found an old credit card in my glove compartment that was still good THROUGH THIS MONTH, but wouldn’t work for some unknown reason. Finally I had no other choice but to have Mike meet me somewhere and fill me up. Problem? he had work that morning at 8AM, and it was now 7:50. He let his boss know what was up and he was really understanding about it, but I still felt really bad for making Mike miss work just so he could come and fix my problem.

I was able to make it all the way to Irvine on empty (the light was even on!) to the Shell station on Culver and the 5 freeway. Once I saw Mike I cried (again, for the 20th time that morning) and he hugged me like the awesome boyfriend he is and let me know it was okay, everyone makes mistakes and missing work wasn’t really such a big deal. Sometimes I really can’t believe he is so awesome to me… especially since I’ve done pretty much nothing to deserve it except make fun of him and whine… a lot.

After that we went our separate ways, both having our jobs to go to. I stopped by my house for a quick second to grab my wallet (thank God a policeman/woman did not witness my speeding on the way to class! Yayyy invisibility!) and off to work I went.

At least we were able to see each other. Otherwise we would not have seen each other until Sunday. πŸ™‚

Thursday is over.

Thursday is usually a long day for me because I have all five of my classes. Today my Lit of the Vietnam War class, which is actually turning out to be pretty good, was cancelled so I had a free hour and a half.

Right now the class that owns my soul is English 305. It’s pretty much an analysis of grammar and I do not understand it. English grammar is screwed up anyway and trying to understand it is like looking for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie (Thanks Clueless). Basically the professors that teach it have been trying to get the University to make English 303 a pre-requisite to 305, but they won’t do it for some unexplainable reason. All the professors that teach 305 operate on this principle anyway without informing the students and those who are unfortunate enough to sign up for 305 without having taken 303 first are screwed. And guess who falls into that category? You got it. Little old Invisible Girl.

So basically I’ve been studying like a mad woman for this class and I am somewhat beginning to see the light. Hopefully by the time Tuesday rolls around I’ll have Independent and Dependent clauses down along with those pesky structure trees.

And since I’m a huge English nerd I’ll show you the things I need to know for the test:
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Shopping alone.

I just got back a few hours ago (does that count as just?) from AX. I spent a good amount of money on cute things, but mostly I was proud of myself for venturing out in public. Alone. As in, by myself. Because all of the following has happened to me while venturing out in public alone but never when with others:

      Random man comes up to me and tries to sell me something. When refused politely, said man proceeds to accuse me of thinking he is trying to hit on me and storms away angrily.
      Random boy comes up to me in mall and tries to hit on me. When refused politely, said boy unleashes a slew of profanities all over me and walks away.
      When in cosplay, random smelly anime geek asks to “hug” me. Become so shocked at offer am rendered speechless and hugged in a more than friendly way.

So as you can see, public is not so much of a good thing. Have often reeled with anger at the realization that I am not invisible. But today? No weird people! Only one person became angry at me (he chastised me for not buying a $50 pass to AX. Why the hell does he care? Question Mark?)! I actually enjoyed having some alone time to spend as many minutes as I would like looking at cute merchandise and imagining myself owning it. And it was fun.

Maybe I don’t need invisibility after all! :angel:

Here’s a good excuse to be a SAHM.

Married men earn more than bachelors so long as their wives stay at home doing the housework, according to a report Wednesday from Britain’s Institute for Social and Economic Research (ISER).

Academics Elena Bardasi and Mark Taylor found that a married man whose wife does not go out to work but is primarily responsible for the cooking and cleaning earns about 3 percent more than comparably employed single men.

But that wage premium disappears if wives go out to work themselves or don’t do most of the housework.

From Yahoo.

I think I’ll be using that as evidence for my case once I am married. πŸ˜€