The Count was a vampire! A number-loving one

I know it’s been a few days but I haven’t been totally ignoring the blog. I actually started writing up a post on Monday but just never got around to finishing it. Things have been busy this week but come Friday it will all be good.

I’ve spent the past two weeks working on my final accounting project, finishing up accounting homework, prepping my notes for my accounting final along with working on the past few case studies and working on my take-home exam for my operations management class in between my real work for the job [the boss was out of town so I made sure to keep busy]. But the end of the tunnel is near. Like super near and I’ll be one happy grad school student come Friday morning when I’m officially on break for two glorious weeks.

Say, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Now if I could only figure out what I’m supposed to be doing for this last problem I’d be all set, but I have a feeling I need my book for this, which is sadly at home. Oh well.

I’m hoping I can figure something out since this problem is worth 15 points. I need those points, even if it’s only half of them.

Hopefully I can figure something out because I don’t even know how to label the crap I have. It’s so bad I can’t even fake it!

That and it’s due tomorrow. So um, I’m pretty much out of options at this point. Good thing I finished the rest of the exam.

Oh I have an update on the vampire neighbors: at least two of them are NOT vampires. At least, not normal vampires. They could still be backward vamps. But anyway, I saw two of them walking around outside Sunday morning. Yeah, I know: so utterly disappointing. I guess I can still dream about the others being vampires.

All the while making mental notes to never invite them into the house.

My ode to joy…

Lindsey will be returning from her first full year of college today, back to the house we’ve shared since forever. And while I’m happy to have her back, I’m sad to be losing a good friend.

This is not a crack on my sister, but one of the things I have been looking forward to since she started her junior year of high school was the day that she left and I got the entire bathroom to myself. And you know how sometimes you dream and think of something so much that when you finally experience it, it ends up being kind of a let down? Well not this. Having my own bathroom was EVERYTHING I had ever thought it could be and more! It was always available whenever I needed it. No having to run for the shower to be there first, no waiting around to be able to wash my teeth, no coming back to seeing the flat iron still sitting on the counter the day after it’s been used. But the best part: not having to clean the bathroom all the time!

It was glorious! It stayed cleaned and I only had to do spot treatments every week or so and oh, how my heart thumped when I cleaned the bathroom and came back the next day and IT WAS STILL CLEAN! Just like how I left it! That, in a word, was awesome.

I lingered in the bathroom a little longer than normal both last night and this morning just to savor the last few hours before I have to return to life as a bathroom sharer.

And I know that eventually soon I’ll be sharing my bathroom with a boy for the rest of my life so you know I’m definitely enjoying these moments. But I’m not worried; the bf is a really good about keeping a space clean. He doesn’t like clutter at all. But for now I’m not and I’ve enjoyed it tremendously.

So dear friend, this isn’t goodbye. I’ll see you again in late September.

“Darling, not tonight. Why don’t you use the robot?”

Levy predicts Massachusetts will be the first jurisdiction to legalize human-robot marriage. “Massachusetts is more liberal than most other jurisdictions in the United States and has been at the forefront of same-sex marriage,” Levy said. “There’s also a lot of high-tech research there at places like MIT.”

This is so utterly wrong.

Especially the part when Levy alleges that some people who are “just plain ugly or have unpleasant personalities” will be interested in such a development.

Just because it’s possible doesn’t make it okay. The end is near folks. The end is near.

Discuss amongst yourselves.

But I don’t want any more!

So Britney’s new video debuted today [right?] and after some searching online, I found it.

I’m hoping the resolution of the video is better on the television but it was hard to focus with all the quick shots and weird angles. And I’m hoping this wasn’t the right version of the video; that the real one hasn’t been released yet because this one is disappointing; even though I had no expectations whatsoever.

This video makes me miss the old Britney. Who woulda thought?

If the lesson’s to lay off the insanity peppers, I’m way ahead of you

So I walked from San Francisco to Amsterdam last night.

Repeat after me: WEIRD ASS DREAM.

I don’t really know why I’ve been having these dreams. I’d love to know. Oh, so what was the dream about? Well, I only remember the last part, when I was following some kind of film shoot in San Francisco somewhere in part of the city that doesn’t exactly exist in real life, at least not in the way it was in my dream, when I realized I was in another country asking this man about the swimming horses. Yes, swimming horses. Anyway, he points us to the water where I see one horse hanging on the back of another horse right as they DROWN. Great huh?

Anyway, suddenly there are tons of white horses gleefully swimming away in the ocean. I found a cute older couple sitting at a table watching the horses and sat to talk to them. I even noticed that the lady was holding a package of these cute toy ducks from Target. Honest, no lie. It had the Target bullseye on the package and I remember thinking those would be the cutest wedding favors and how I needed to remember where to get them. Don’t ask. Anyway, we’re hanging out watching the horses [one of them even talked! I was getting in his way and he wanted to eat] when this HUGE camel like creature came out of the water. It was like, almost Godzilla big, with two heads: a camel in the front and some kind of round head thing in the back and it started wrecking havoc on the city. It knocked over part of the building we were sitting in front of and I was almost hit by the debris! Luckily I managed to escape. And then I woke up.

I swear I’m not taking anything before I’m going to bed. I did eat about 2 1/2 hours before I went to bed so it wasn’t an empty stomach or a full one for that matter. I wonder what I’m going to dream of next. Maybe a rapping unicorn riding a go-cart?

You know what it may be? I just may be watching too many of those weird Skittles commercials. Naw, I didn’t see any yesterday. Oh well, it was worth the shot. Lindsey swears I’m on something. But I’m not.

Anyway, I need to go through all of my digital pictures and figure out which ones I need to print. I think I stopped printing pictures a year ago. Yikes. That will be a lot of pictures. Of course I’ll do them in batches, and since there are so many, I’ll probably get them done online and shipped to me, depending on how many I do in one sitting. I will need to factor in shipping. So I just figured it out, kind of. I can use Wal-Mart photos like I usually do for about $0.15 a print and pick it up at the store in an hour versus doing it on-line and paying for shipping that will take a couple of days. Well, I guess we have our answer huh? I’ll still do it in batches though because if I do them all at once I’ll be very overwhelmed with all the pictures PLUS will probably spend a small fortune on developing. Can’t have that now. Especially not with the credit card bills I’m going to have to pay the next couple of months. And that the Korean classes I wanted to take are starting a new beginner’s class at the end of the month and that’ll cost me a couple hundred dollars as well. Hum. I really need to audit myself and see how I can keep saving more money.

As if I don’t have enough projects already.

And I just noticed that I was grossly overcharged for a bill. Wait a second. That’s completely not cool. I’ll have to check this against my receipt but I know it’s wrong and there’s no way I’m paying for all of that. Looks like I’ll be on the phone with both the store and the credit card company tomorrow. Fantastic.

I could have spent my time doing other things. Like flying around on that purple people-eater while having tea and crumpets after finding him in that cemetary behind the golf course.

I can’t promise to try but I can try to try…

I was talking to Matt, Esq. over the weekend and he asked me, as he and everyone else always does, when the wedding is. It’s funny how quickly that all started happening. One moment I’m being told I needed to get out on the scene and then next people are telling us to hurry up and get married.

Without fail, someone will inevitably bring up “the wedding.” It’s pretty amusing though, that somehow we became quite the ticket. We’re not even engaged yet but our wedding has seemingly become the event of the year [though, admittedly, I do describe it as so myself – it’s going to be hella fun y’all]. But, as with most heavily anticipated events, tickets are limited. Very excruciatingly limited.

I haven’t been in demand this much since my senior prom when everyone wanted to see me all glammed up and in a dress. I can’t imagine that being the reason they want to come to the wedding. I’d go just for the cake. But that’s just me.

Of course, in my ever-creative mind, I managed to compare our wedding to the MLB All-Star game. Yes, the mid-summer classic. Come walk and talk with me.

The All-Star game is one of the hottest tickets in sports [if you’re a baseball fan, I know] but every year fans complain about not being able to get tickets. And that’s for many reasons. While the game is hosted at any one stadium, that team does not control the ticket inventory. First dib goes to the Commissioner’s office and they usually take almost half of the ready supply for title sponsors and other high-level business partners and so forth [yes, essentially it is a “Fifth Avenue” type event]. Which leaves just enough for the teams to reward their season ticket holders for their loyalty [and sometimes deep pockets] with what’s left, leaving the rest of us out in the cold and watching the game from home, though that does offer a much better view, no lines at the bathrooms, and free food.

But I’m getting off topic. So how is our wedding like the All-Star game? Supply and demand. People want to come, but there’s just no way to accommodate everyone, mainly because I want to keep the budget at a reasonable level. Seriously. Plus, I don’t want a big huge wedding. That’s way too much stress. Besides, if I keep the guest list small, at least I’ll know everyone there, which is really the point.

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It just shook like a Polaroid picture…

People [and when I say people I mean everyone who doesn't live in California] always ask me how I could live in California with “all those earthquakes.”

How? Easy. This is how I can live with “all those earthquakes…”

[earth trembles]
No one moves. People keep typing. Couple of seconds later…

Co-worker 1: Did you feel that?
Co-worker 2: Yeah
CO1: Congratulations on your first earthquake in this building. At least I think it was an earthquake. Could have been a truck.
CO2: I felt one before a couple of weeks ago, I think.
CO1: Are you sure it was an earthquake. Sometimes you can feel it when a truck goes by
Talda: That was an earthquake?
CO1: Yeah.
Talda: Huh. I thought it was a truck.

It wasn’t a truck.

So to answer your question, it’s because half the time we think an earthquake is JUST A GIANT TRUCK.

FYI, you ungrateful nation of slackers…

I gleamed this from ESPN [thank you, Amy Nelson]:

[Jeff] Borris added that if people applied themselves to their occupations in the way Bonds does, the world would be better off.

“Baseball fans around the world owe Barry Bonds a debt of gratitude for being lucky enough to watch him play,” Borris said. “He should be treasured by the national pastime, and a grand celebration by the commissioner’s office should be in order.”

Don’t y’all feel lucky to be graced with his presence? Because you should. I sure do.

I really need a sarcasm font. Sometimes italics just isn’t enough.