I suppose after a long holiday weekend like the one that just passed you would expect me to write some kind of interesting blog about what I did, what I did not do, and a tv-worthy incident I can rhetorically dramatise.
Well, I have none. I spent the weekend relaxing at a hotel in Orlando with brother unlucky, brother lizi, mother dearest, her friends, and their children. We did pool things, played kalooki, did random living room aerobics, talked, slept, and most importantly, ATE.
I swear I gained back the 5lbs I thought I lost after being in college for 2 weeks. (Did I tell you? I went on another scale and it read 110. That is more like it.)
I also went shopping. How could I forget? I finally got my financial aid, and abused it by going to my fave outlet mall. I spent way too much money, but let's not talk about it. The good part is that I feel much better with life. Not that I'm a material girl, but it felt good to update my wardrobe for the first time since I graduated high school. I would say that is long over-due.
On to the more important shopping. Groceries. I was finally able to buy water and food for my apartment. Now I can start cooking again instead of starving myself. It almost makes me excited to go back to school, but that is only until I remember the "schoolwork" part of this whole ordeal. Then it becomes quite depressing. Life after 18 is just work, work, more work, and that is it. When do we get to just relax, travel the world, and be merry? The in between time is definitely not enough.
Can I be 6 again; please?
Monday, 7 September 2009
Friday, 4 September 2009
Headless Chicken-ing
Yesterday was incredibly stressful, to say the least.
Why is it so hard to find a decent blackberry for $130 from Craigslist ? Because it is Craigslist. I've spent the past week juggling school, trying to sleep, trying to salvage my social life so loneliness does not kill me, and the most stressful part, TRYING TO FIND A BLACKBERRY.
Now, I know what you are thinking. How can I expect to find one for so cheap. Well, finding one was not the problem. The problem was that most people decided to just ignore me. I am still trying to figure out why. I figure if you are really trying to sell something you should pay attention to your buyers. It is just common etiquette, don't you think?
Then for those who did get back to me, it was either sold, being sold "right now," or the add was supposed to be removed. From this, I have concluded, everyone in Orlando wants a blackberry. I literally sat on my [blackberry] all week on Craigslist refreshing the page; throughout class, my sleepless nights, and everything in between. It was so ridiculous that I even had to venture onto the South Florida and Gainesville listings in hopes that they would have something to offer.
Well, I will say that I saw some very good offers, and that those people actually got back to me. (Good ol' M.I.A.) So that meant I had to send the money down there and rely on one of my good friends - who I appreciate very much !! - to drive around and hunt for me. Horrible. Turns out, the pictures did way too much justice to ones guy's 8310 and to sum it up, I was not going to pay him $115 for that.
Eventually, I just got frustrated, felt bad that my friend was wasting his gas for me, and just decided to stick to Orlando. But the story does not end there.
The rest of this is like a movie. The lovely fellow I was supposed to meet yesterday at 12 30 was nowhere to be seen. He told me before he left the house that he has no cell phone, and for obvious reasons, I told him to meet me at the student union - the most public place I could think of. I figured somewhere with plenty of people would work perfectly, but as it turns out, we were both there looking around for over half an hour, and never met up. (Too many people perhaps.)
Had we done this, my headless chickening (as I call it) could have ended at 12 30am yesterday, after almost a week. But my life likes to be much more adventurous than that.
After wasting my excitement and 45 minutes of my day, I realised that I had scheduled to meet with another bb seller at 3 at the library. So after class, I did just that. I examined it, or so I thought, and decided it was worth the $80 I was offered. That is, until I got home and realised the camera does not work. Shoot me in the eye. Thankfully, though, the $80 guy was not a jerk about it, and allowed me to get back my money.
How could I not have checked the camera? Maybe because I was so happy to just finally buy the damned thing and be done with it. In return, I had to swallow my pride and call back the fellow who drove all the way to my school with his wife and children to sell me the phone, and who ended up thinking "it was some sick college-kid prank."
Here is the best part. My adventure to Mr. 12 30's house. Being car-less, my first feat was to find a ride. Thankfully, I have a good enough reputation that I was actually loaned a car for the night. I am not a big fan of driving other people's cars, but desperation does not look good on me.
I have to say, his car was by far the most amusing part of my day - I am definitely going to come up with a name for it. No air condition, windows that cannot be rolled down, and non-existent head lights (or rather we will call them head-dims.) The good thing? It drives, so I drove it to pick up my friend because there was no way I'd be going to a man's house at 10pm alone.
Good thing I got the company.
At first, his wife's friendliness was creepy, to say the least. "Come inside and close the door. We're not going to bite." They were outside waiting when I pulled up, standing by the "kidnapping van" that was in their driveway. You know, those white vans that are in all the action movies involving kindappings, drugs, or some other high-tech, top-secret, mission.
The neighborhood was not terrible, but of course they had to live on the deadend road. Driving by the "no outlet" sign made me feel like the star of a scary movie. Thankfully though, they turned out to be pretty okay. So okay that they gave me a jump. Yes, the car battery died on me right outside of the house. Would you believe it? If something did not go wrong, I would not be Meisha.
Now I bet you are wondering, where does my headless chicken-ing end? To answer you, I do not know either. I love the phone thus far, but of course I do have a complaint. It is locked. Completely locked. It says I need a password to get into it, and I have no idea what that even means. Mr. 12 30 says all I have to do is carry it to At&t and they will surpass that, and I sure hope he is right. My time, and patience are wearing thin. The phone has to be sent off on Sunday, and I still have to unlock it for use with a Digicel simcard.
So if it does not work, I think I might quit life.
Why is it so hard to find a decent blackberry for $130 from Craigslist ? Because it is Craigslist. I've spent the past week juggling school, trying to sleep, trying to salvage my social life so loneliness does not kill me, and the most stressful part, TRYING TO FIND A BLACKBERRY.
Now, I know what you are thinking. How can I expect to find one for so cheap. Well, finding one was not the problem. The problem was that most people decided to just ignore me. I am still trying to figure out why. I figure if you are really trying to sell something you should pay attention to your buyers. It is just common etiquette, don't you think?
Then for those who did get back to me, it was either sold, being sold "right now," or the add was supposed to be removed. From this, I have concluded, everyone in Orlando wants a blackberry. I literally sat on my [blackberry] all week on Craigslist refreshing the page; throughout class, my sleepless nights, and everything in between. It was so ridiculous that I even had to venture onto the South Florida and Gainesville listings in hopes that they would have something to offer.
Well, I will say that I saw some very good offers, and that those people actually got back to me. (Good ol' M.I.A.) So that meant I had to send the money down there and rely on one of my good friends - who I appreciate very much !! - to drive around and hunt for me. Horrible. Turns out, the pictures did way too much justice to ones guy's 8310 and to sum it up, I was not going to pay him $115 for that.
Eventually, I just got frustrated, felt bad that my friend was wasting his gas for me, and just decided to stick to Orlando. But the story does not end there.
The rest of this is like a movie. The lovely fellow I was supposed to meet yesterday at 12 30 was nowhere to be seen. He told me before he left the house that he has no cell phone, and for obvious reasons, I told him to meet me at the student union - the most public place I could think of. I figured somewhere with plenty of people would work perfectly, but as it turns out, we were both there looking around for over half an hour, and never met up. (Too many people perhaps.)
Had we done this, my headless chickening (as I call it) could have ended at 12 30am yesterday, after almost a week. But my life likes to be much more adventurous than that.
After wasting my excitement and 45 minutes of my day, I realised that I had scheduled to meet with another bb seller at 3 at the library. So after class, I did just that. I examined it, or so I thought, and decided it was worth the $80 I was offered. That is, until I got home and realised the camera does not work. Shoot me in the eye. Thankfully, though, the $80 guy was not a jerk about it, and allowed me to get back my money.
How could I not have checked the camera? Maybe because I was so happy to just finally buy the damned thing and be done with it. In return, I had to swallow my pride and call back the fellow who drove all the way to my school with his wife and children to sell me the phone, and who ended up thinking "it was some sick college-kid prank."
Here is the best part. My adventure to Mr. 12 30's house. Being car-less, my first feat was to find a ride. Thankfully, I have a good enough reputation that I was actually loaned a car for the night. I am not a big fan of driving other people's cars, but desperation does not look good on me.
I have to say, his car was by far the most amusing part of my day - I am definitely going to come up with a name for it. No air condition, windows that cannot be rolled down, and non-existent head lights (or rather we will call them head-dims.) The good thing? It drives, so I drove it to pick up my friend because there was no way I'd be going to a man's house at 10pm alone.
Good thing I got the company.
At first, his wife's friendliness was creepy, to say the least. "Come inside and close the door. We're not going to bite." They were outside waiting when I pulled up, standing by the "kidnapping van" that was in their driveway. You know, those white vans that are in all the action movies involving kindappings, drugs, or some other high-tech, top-secret, mission.
The neighborhood was not terrible, but of course they had to live on the deadend road. Driving by the "no outlet" sign made me feel like the star of a scary movie. Thankfully though, they turned out to be pretty okay. So okay that they gave me a jump. Yes, the car battery died on me right outside of the house. Would you believe it? If something did not go wrong, I would not be Meisha.
Now I bet you are wondering, where does my headless chicken-ing end? To answer you, I do not know either. I love the phone thus far, but of course I do have a complaint. It is locked. Completely locked. It says I need a password to get into it, and I have no idea what that even means. Mr. 12 30 says all I have to do is carry it to At&t and they will surpass that, and I sure hope he is right. My time, and patience are wearing thin. The phone has to be sent off on Sunday, and I still have to unlock it for use with a Digicel simcard.
So if it does not work, I think I might quit life.
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Andrew's Last Year
I apologise for missing a blog yesterday. Apparently people look forward to reading these things. Who would have guessed?
Well I guess I can begin by explaining why I have not written since my Happy Monday. (No it is not because I did not sleep and am tired of complaining to my cyber-readers.) I actually slept very well last night - well enough to sleep right through my 9 30am statistics class, but we won't talk about that. I figured my health is just a tad more important than my pretending to retain any information that flows out of the mouth of Ms. Over-Excited-Much.
It certainly did not help that it rained the entire day. I dressed appropriately, though, so I did not freeze or die of heat. (I told you Florida is indecisive.) It was definitely not exciting to be walking in the rain all day, but I got over it. I think I might possibly prefer days like today. Less crowds, and less sweating; I can work with that. I just have to invest in some water-appropriate shoes. When my feet get wet I feel absolutely gross.
Back to school, and what I actually have been stuffing my face in. Grammar. My fave. I can certainly see myself in a few weeks dissecting sentences by subject, verb, complement, prepositional phrase, conjunction, interjection.. until it drives both myself, and anyone else who observes it, crazy.
One thing I do have to say is that taking a grammar class and a foreign language at the same time is quite amusing. Why? Because when we were talking about the "to be" verbs that precede subject complements, I kept thinking of "estar," which is "to be" in Spanish. Then I had to remind myself that this class is about the English Language. At least the classes are not on the same day.
Oh! <-- interjection (okay, I'll stop.) About my story:
Meet Andrew. He was your average college student with a pretty boring life. He is one of those undecided people who can positively answer your question only if it involves "what is your name" or "how old are you." I made him good-looking though, so it is not hard for him to make friends. Mr. blond hair, blue-eyed, easily the-hottest-guy-on-campus, that I drooled over today is now my inspiration for Andrew's physical appearance. Just saying.
So back to Andrew. Everything was boring and copacetic until he got a random pain one day, went to the doctor, and found out he has a year to live. The next episode? He drops out, takes loans, and heads to Japan ! Now I ask you this. What would you do if you had a year to live?
Stay tuned.
Well I guess I can begin by explaining why I have not written since my Happy Monday. (No it is not because I did not sleep and am tired of complaining to my cyber-readers.) I actually slept very well last night - well enough to sleep right through my 9 30am statistics class, but we won't talk about that. I figured my health is just a tad more important than my pretending to retain any information that flows out of the mouth of Ms. Over-Excited-Much.
It certainly did not help that it rained the entire day. I dressed appropriately, though, so I did not freeze or die of heat. (I told you Florida is indecisive.) It was definitely not exciting to be walking in the rain all day, but I got over it. I think I might possibly prefer days like today. Less crowds, and less sweating; I can work with that. I just have to invest in some water-appropriate shoes. When my feet get wet I feel absolutely gross.
Back to school, and what I actually have been stuffing my face in. Grammar. My fave. I can certainly see myself in a few weeks dissecting sentences by subject, verb, complement, prepositional phrase, conjunction, interjection.. until it drives both myself, and anyone else who observes it, crazy.
One thing I do have to say is that taking a grammar class and a foreign language at the same time is quite amusing. Why? Because when we were talking about the "to be" verbs that precede subject complements, I kept thinking of "estar," which is "to be" in Spanish. Then I had to remind myself that this class is about the English Language. At least the classes are not on the same day.
Oh! <-- interjection (okay, I'll stop.) About my story:
Meet Andrew. He was your average college student with a pretty boring life. He is one of those undecided people who can positively answer your question only if it involves "what is your name" or "how old are you." I made him good-looking though, so it is not hard for him to make friends. Mr. blond hair, blue-eyed, easily the-hottest-guy-on-campus, that I drooled over today is now my inspiration for Andrew's physical appearance. Just saying.
So back to Andrew. Everything was boring and copacetic until he got a random pain one day, went to the doctor, and found out he has a year to live. The next episode? He drops out, takes loans, and heads to Japan ! Now I ask you this. What would you do if you had a year to live?
Stay tuned.
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