to delete all of those songs on my iPod that are wasting precious space that I NEVER listen to, but somehow cannot bring myself to get rid of.
Amen.
For my last hour of work I'm going to spend it cleaning up my iPod. But why is it so hard for me to delete songs in my iPod that I don't ever listen to? Right before I'm ready to delete it, I always think "Aww, but I love this song. I'll keep it" then when it comes on shuffle I instantly think "WHY do I still even have this waste of memory on here?!"
iYiiyiiiiiiii
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
iObsessed
Yesterday Red & I were discussing how we've both been making attempts at not texting or messing with our phones while driving. She said she just started keeping her purse with her phone in her trunk so she wouldn't be tempted at all, and I told her I keep mine in my cup holder but usually don't respond to any notifications unless it's a phone call. Usually...
Well then she suggested that I keep mine in my trunk too for safe driving but my first thought was "Well what if I get rear ended? Then my phone is RUINED!" and she says "Yeah, because your car & your neck won't matter if you get rear ended, but your phone will be broke..."
Then I started telling her how I've been getting so annoyed with myself lately cause I feel like I can't go more than an hour without picking up my phone and start playing with it no matter what I'm doing. Like I just started watching the show Breaking Bad (I know, I'm late. Chata!) and I will be totally into it then just have this normal reaction to just pick up my phone and start playing WWF or check my Fb or Tumblr. Then I'm like what the frick am I doing, this isn't a rerun of King of Queens I've seen 12398 times, I'm missing what's going on!
It's ridiculous how I am addicted to my phone, like I am to Facebook. I need to stop this immediately and leave my phone in another room when watching a movie or show.
Well then she suggested that I keep mine in my trunk too for safe driving but my first thought was "Well what if I get rear ended? Then my phone is RUINED!" and she says "Yeah, because your car & your neck won't matter if you get rear ended, but your phone will be broke..."
Then I started telling her how I've been getting so annoyed with myself lately cause I feel like I can't go more than an hour without picking up my phone and start playing with it no matter what I'm doing. Like I just started watching the show Breaking Bad (I know, I'm late. Chata!) and I will be totally into it then just have this normal reaction to just pick up my phone and start playing WWF or check my Fb or Tumblr. Then I'm like what the frick am I doing, this isn't a rerun of King of Queens I've seen 12398 times, I'm missing what's going on!
It's ridiculous how I am addicted to my phone, like I am to Facebook. I need to stop this immediately and leave my phone in another room when watching a movie or show.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
No Matter How Far Wrong You've Gone, You Can Always Turn Around
So I came upon a friend's Facebook status that was quite inspirational to me and I felt the need to share it.
I have never struggled with a drug addiction myself or maybe you haven't, but I'm pretty sure we all know at least one person who is that is near to our hearts. I don't know what her "errand" was in this status, but this made me realize that we should never give up on those who are struggling with addictions. I personally know how it feels to be emotionally drained from someone who struggles with an addiction, and how you reach the point where you want to just give up on trying for them because you feel like they are not trying for themselves.
Don't do it, don't ever give up on them. It is our responsibility to love, support and believe in one another.
Over the last month, I've been through some experiences that made me realize we're only here for a certain amount of time. Use your time doing good for others and never stop believing that people cannot turn their lives around no matter how far they've gone down the wrong path.
Life can seem meaningless if we have no one to love us, so love those in need like there's no tomorrow.
So today's lesson was this: I don't have to be happy with someone to help them. It is my responsibilty to help others. When I was driving home from my "errand" I wanted to cry - not because of anything bad but rather because I rememeber how many people helped me before I got sober (they didn't trust me) but they still helped me. So, is it not my responsibilty to pass that on to someone else? Of course it is. I am grateful to be sober and to have loving friends in my life and what I want these people to know is that there is Hope! That despite their best thinking and actions - there are people who care and who will help! I hope they get the message and I hope they get this deal. But today I get the message and I am willing!!! -K.W.
I have never struggled with a drug addiction myself or maybe you haven't, but I'm pretty sure we all know at least one person who is that is near to our hearts. I don't know what her "errand" was in this status, but this made me realize that we should never give up on those who are struggling with addictions. I personally know how it feels to be emotionally drained from someone who struggles with an addiction, and how you reach the point where you want to just give up on trying for them because you feel like they are not trying for themselves.
Don't do it, don't ever give up on them. It is our responsibility to love, support and believe in one another.
Over the last month, I've been through some experiences that made me realize we're only here for a certain amount of time. Use your time doing good for others and never stop believing that people cannot turn their lives around no matter how far they've gone down the wrong path.
Life can seem meaningless if we have no one to love us, so love those in need like there's no tomorrow.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Speedy McCoffee aka Speedy Mc
No, I'm not offering a coffee delivery service. Although, that would seem like maybe a good way to make money... maybe not with gas prices.
ANYWAYS, back to my point!
After months of observation, my coworker "Red" & I have given a nickname to our other coworker who can usually be spotted in the break room getting coffee every hour or speed walking around the building / parking lot... Speedy McCoffe or Speedy Mc for short.
Because both Red's desk & my desk face windows that look out to the parking lot, we are lucky enough to see how often he is zipping around the building with a cup o coffee in his hand, which is why we deemed it appropriate to give him a nickname. Also, because after numerous conversations it was easier to identify him with a nickname rather than "Look there goes that guy speed walking again with his coffee!".
At first I thought it was just me who noticed this guy who spent probably half of his day between the break room and outside, when Red came up to me and asked me if he worked with us when seeing him walk by my desk. But since then, Speedy Mc has been quite an interesting topic for us to waste company time on.
At first, Red & I discussed when either of us would have a face to face encounter with Speedy Mc, we noticed he was not the most sociable individual. You would think after God knows how many cups of coffee, you wouldn't be able to shut him up after saying hello to him, but nope, not Speedy Mc. He will just look straight down and walk on as if you didn't even exist not even saying hello back to you.
We even started making bets on how many times he would do a lap around the perimeter in one day, then we would purposely talk to him in the break room to see who could get some kind of a response or words out of him.
Then one bright and sunny day, Speedy McCoffee actually started responding to us when we spoke to him, it was quite startling. Since then, things have been looking up for Speedy Mc. He's been getting his exercise in and started riding his bicycle to work (which means it could only be fate that we call him Speedy Mc) and we noticed he's even been dressing better which has (unbeknownst to him) earned him a new nickname....
wait for it....
Snazzy Speedy!
I know what you're thinking after this long rant, and it hit me yesterday that Red & I spend way too much time talking about this guy...
ANYWAYS, back to my point!
After months of observation, my coworker "Red" & I have given a nickname to our other coworker who can usually be spotted in the break room getting coffee every hour or speed walking around the building / parking lot... Speedy McCoffe or Speedy Mc for short.
Because both Red's desk & my desk face windows that look out to the parking lot, we are lucky enough to see how often he is zipping around the building with a cup o coffee in his hand, which is why we deemed it appropriate to give him a nickname. Also, because after numerous conversations it was easier to identify him with a nickname rather than "Look there goes that guy speed walking again with his coffee!".
At first I thought it was just me who noticed this guy who spent probably half of his day between the break room and outside, when Red came up to me and asked me if he worked with us when seeing him walk by my desk. But since then, Speedy Mc has been quite an interesting topic for us to waste company time on.
At first, Red & I discussed when either of us would have a face to face encounter with Speedy Mc, we noticed he was not the most sociable individual. You would think after God knows how many cups of coffee, you wouldn't be able to shut him up after saying hello to him, but nope, not Speedy Mc. He will just look straight down and walk on as if you didn't even exist not even saying hello back to you.
We even started making bets on how many times he would do a lap around the perimeter in one day, then we would purposely talk to him in the break room to see who could get some kind of a response or words out of him.
Then one bright and sunny day, Speedy McCoffee actually started responding to us when we spoke to him, it was quite startling. Since then, things have been looking up for Speedy Mc. He's been getting his exercise in and started riding his bicycle to work (which means it could only be fate that we call him Speedy Mc) and we noticed he's even been dressing better which has (unbeknownst to him) earned him a new nickname....
wait for it....
Snazzy Speedy!
I know what you're thinking after this long rant, and it hit me yesterday that Red & I spend way too much time talking about this guy...
*Speedy is leavin' the building on his bicycle*
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
instagram marriage
My sister is such a silly goose. Last weekend we were hanging out at her house sitting in the living room not speaking to each other, totally dazed into our iPhones and having a grand time.
I was browsing through my Instagram when I squealed to her "OMG I totally have an Instagram boyfriend! He likes to converse with me on his pics & he's super hot!" to which she replied "What? Who?"
I then showed her his pictures and seeing how good looking he was she said "He's not real, and look, he is following nothing but girls". Then I told her "Geez, hater! I'm not seriously trying to date this guy, that's why I said Instagram boyfriend.... Plus he lives in California, and I already stalked him on Facebook, so he is in fact REAL."
I don't know how she doesn't already know that I use the term "boyfriend" loosely when talking about men on the internet.... and Mark Wahlberg.
ps. Follow me for the shittiest pictures you've ever laid eyes on
Monday, January 23, 2012
Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin' guts...
Today is National Handwriting Day! Go write on a bathroom stall! Just kidding. I hate those people that write on bathroom stall walls talkin' smack about someone or saying "need a haircut? call 555-5555". Yeah, because I want my haircut from someone who acts like a 12 year old.
Anyways, this groundbreaking holiday got me thinkin' about how shitty my penmanship has become over the years. Every time I write something down on paper I can't help but want to erase it and rewrite it till it looks somewhat legible and similar to my old handwriting that was decent like 6 years ago. Maybe it's because now technology has taken over everything that if I ever wanted to write a letter it wouldn't be legible at all and might as well be caveman symbols on a wall. Or maybe I don't ever need to physically write a letter ever again thanks to email, so who gives a shat what my handwriting looks like.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Random Conversation
Friend (who shall remain anonymous for their dignity's sake): I almost, almooooosst, left *enter lovers name* this weekend to go spend the night with *enter luster's name*.
Is that horrible?
Me: That's WHORrible
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Hey, Do you have an extra 695 laying around?
Oh you do? Cool, you can buy me these then for Spring! Thanks :)
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Movies That Lied To Us
3. The Neverending Story
What it Led Us to Believe:
1) Reading books is your ticket to a magical world of adventure, heroism, and condoned truancy. So what if kids beat you up every day before school? You get to skip class to read in an attic and mutter to yourself!
2) Go ahead and tell your teacher all about your adventures in Fantasia when she catches you ducking out the fire escape; at least you'll get to go to a Counselor that way instead of detention.
The Cold, Hard Truth:
News Flash: The only version of The Neverending Story you know anything about is the movie. Why? Because most books are not only terrible, but can take several days to finish. The kid you identified with in The Neverending Story is the same kid who will go on to become founder and only member of your High School's Juggling Club. And if you think just because you read a book a Luck Dragon is going to appear and help you scare away bullies, you're about to get the shit beaten out of you.
But perhaps the worst expectation this movie sets up in kids is the idea that if you believe in something with enough fervor, fantasy can become reality. If only you dream hard enough, magic can happen, stories can come alive, and you too can be a hero. Not hearing any voices from beyond? Still stuck working at Taco Bell to pay off credit card debt? Books continuing to spiral into disuse? Well, that's on you, you unimaginative little shits. Guess you just didn't want it bad enough, did you? We'll be sure to tell the Childlike Empress that as she slowly and painfully dies from your lack of imagination.
Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:
Atreyu is an excellent band.
A recurring nightmare about our horses drowning in a bog.
A deep-seated fear that once begun, all stories will continue indefinitely until our deaths.
Read the other 7 movies that lied to us here HERE on Cracked.com
Monday, January 9, 2012
I love it that you can tell
how old a picture is according to the label of a bud light beer.
Childhood
Teen Years
Adulthood
And here's a timeline of Budweiser cans just for shits n giggles
Tumblr is gay
But yes I gave in.
http://lookhereidiot.tumblr.com/
Please keep your expectations of me posting on it low.
Or lower than low, that way you'll really appreciate the crap I reblog from others.
http://lookhereidiot.tumblr.com/
Please keep your expectations of me posting on it low.
Or lower than low, that way you'll really appreciate the crap I reblog from others.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Now THIS is great reality TV
Blind Date!!
I was scrolling through The Frisky when I was reminded how much I enjoyed this show when it was aired regularly. Bring it back CW!! Wasn't CW formerly UPN?
Anways, for all of you tweens who have no idea what TV was like in the 90's, the title of the show pretty much sums it up. Two strangers are arranged to go on a blind date (get it?!) and spend what seems like an entire day together (unless one of them really can't stand the other & dips early) doing activities, talking & learning about each other (sometimes) that leads to many awkward moments. They are then given lots of alcohol which REALLY brings out their true personalities and at the end of the date they either exchange phone numbers or emails (not webpages) or go home with each other. The best part is the little pop up bubbles with comments.
Anyways, this episode is great. You must watch it... or I want my friendship bracelet back.
First clue that this is a 90's show: his COUCH. Check out that baby. I think we all knew someone with a couch like that back in the days, wood grain on straight uncomfortable fluffy heaven.
My favorite awkward moment is how he gets really quiet when she asks him why he doesn't drive. Then she asks him about how many interesting" car accidents he's been in... WTH, who says that while driving someone around? I'm surprised he didn't ask her to pull over. Wait, why did the producers of the show even give her a set of keys???
It's probably pretty obvious by their first outing that he is going no where with her. If this guy is way too weird for even THIS woman, he's got to be a serial killer by now.
I was scrolling through The Frisky when I was reminded how much I enjoyed this show when it was aired regularly. Bring it back CW!! Wasn't CW formerly UPN?
Anways, for all of you tweens who have no idea what TV was like in the 90's, the title of the show pretty much sums it up. Two strangers are arranged to go on a blind date (get it?!) and spend what seems like an entire day together (unless one of them really can't stand the other & dips early) doing activities, talking & learning about each other (sometimes) that leads to many awkward moments. They are then given lots of alcohol which REALLY brings out their true personalities and at the end of the date they either exchange phone numbers or emails (not webpages) or go home with each other. The best part is the little pop up bubbles with comments.
Anyways, this episode is great. You must watch it... or I want my friendship bracelet back.
First clue that this is a 90's show: his COUCH. Check out that baby. I think we all knew someone with a couch like that back in the days, wood grain on straight uncomfortable fluffy heaven.
My favorite awkward moment is how he gets really quiet when she asks him why he doesn't drive. Then she asks him about how many interesting" car accidents he's been in... WTH, who says that while driving someone around? I'm surprised he didn't ask her to pull over. Wait, why did the producers of the show even give her a set of keys???
It's probably pretty obvious by their first outing that he is going no where with her. If this guy is way too weird for even THIS woman, he's got to be a serial killer by now.
Eating Jack In The Box is like sleeping with your ex
Eating Jack In The Box is like sleeping with your ex. I feel horrible afterwards, & I'm always drunk when I do it.
I wonder if "Sober Me" knows that "Drunk Me" can moonwalk?
Whenever I get sick, I get my immune system drunk so it will fight anything.
To the person who decided that the package containing scissors can only be opened with scissors: fuck you.
Read more Here
I wonder if "Sober Me" knows that "Drunk Me" can moonwalk?
Whenever I get sick, I get my immune system drunk so it will fight anything.
To the person who decided that the package containing scissors can only be opened with scissors: fuck you.
Read more Here
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Make Mistakes, Just Don't Get Crazy
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.
So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.
The Awful Truth
How judgmental are we as a society? lol Guess you better step out into the world dressed to impress.
Confessions Of A Nerd Break Room
So this morning while getting my fix of crack aka coffee in our break room, I walked in on some of my coworkers talking about what they did for their New Years Eve. Well apparently I missed the first half of a crazy great story because all I heard was:
"Then the guy goes outside with his 45 and starts shooting in the parking lot. The police weren't too friendly with him. He had too much holiday cheer. You know, too much of that little white line holiday cheer..."
A few moments of awkward silence later the guy just grabbed his coffee and walked out without saying anything more.
I wish these break room walls could talk.
"Then the guy goes outside with his 45 and starts shooting in the parking lot. The police weren't too friendly with him. He had too much holiday cheer. You know, too much of that little white line holiday cheer..."
A few moments of awkward silence later the guy just grabbed his coffee and walked out without saying anything more.
I wish these break room walls could talk.
Best part of my weekend...
The Red Sea chanting "LARRY!! LARRY!!"
It was probably the best way to end our season even when we didn't make it to playoffs. Larry Fitzgerald is my hero!
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