so my computer got a virus a few days ago. and around the same time, i lost my cell phone. for the gazillionth time. i really can't understand why i keep losing my phone. i don't lose anything else. just my phone. this time, my new phone lasted what, 3 months?
i got another sim card, another phone to use in the meantime. i figured out how to work my external hard drive without the cd, and was about to wipe my computer totally clean again, like last summer. and then...the virus suddenly just disappeared! i had tried two virus scans, autorun, safe mode, everything. and when i finally resigned myself to wipe and format, my computer just went back to normal! i am so baffled and suspicious at the moment...i'm just running another virus scan now to see what's going on.
in other news...my crazy aunt and mr. lim (her husband) from vancouver came down to LA to visit us for a week. she left early this morning, and everyone could not wait to see her go back to canada from whence she came. she was driving us all insane! we went to seaworld, and to disneyland, and all around LA. and the week was filled with utter ridiculousness, maddeningly slow walking, a lot of wrist grabbing, hand holding, elbow gripping. frequent bathroom trips. complaining. selective hearing. fighting. public fighting. shrill voices. and eating. of course. lots of eating. i don't believe there is anyone in the world more annoying, more clingy, more embarrassing, more infuriating than my aunt. just goes to show that money can only get you so far.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
project koi

Wednesday, August 5, 2009
the future freaks me out
my thoughts are undergoing hostile takeover by "the future". i keep pushing it away, to the back burner, but people (and by people, i mostly mean the parental units) keep bringing it up. I AM SO SICK OF TALKING ABOUT "THE FUTURE"!!!! because that's all it is...talk. i have no plans yet. what good will it do to keep asking about my "plans" every single day??? nothing has changed, goddammit!!! i'm just worried about getting through my last year of nursing school!!! sighh...sorry. ranting. mostly, my dad keeps bringing it up and it's driving me crazy!!!!
i miss being in seattle.... :(
i miss being in seattle.... :(
Saturday, June 20, 2009
accelerated reading
we used to have this thing in elementary school, called accelerated reading. after you read a book, you could take a quick little test on it, but nothing that required critical thinking, of course. you had to do a certain number a year...i always exceeded mine because i liked reading books instead of paying attention in class.
it's barely one week into summer and i have read:
-speak (thanks emie! it was very good, but sad...)
-the little prince
-the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy
-reread pride and prejudice
on the book list:
-the mysterious benedict society
-emma
-collected edgar allan poe stories
-many others i can't think of...but i also don't want to get too ambitious and ahead of myself. :O
any suggestions??
it's barely one week into summer and i have read:
-speak (thanks emie! it was very good, but sad...)
-the little prince
-the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy
-reread pride and prejudice
on the book list:
-the mysterious benedict society
-emma
-collected edgar allan poe stories
-many others i can't think of...but i also don't want to get too ambitious and ahead of myself. :O
any suggestions??
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
picnic provisions!
i can't stop thinking about picnic food, to the point where my mouth is watering just at the thought.
picnic potluck...uhh....pizza. no...oooh, potato salad. i make killer potato salad. then i googled picnic food. and i ran across this. and now i am so befuddled.
cold noodles? delicious wraps? pasta salad? quesadillas? crusty bread and dip? or stick to pizza? or stick to potato salad? UGHHH....so many choices...! what do you all think?
i think i need to make a costco run.
picnic potluck...uhh....pizza. no...oooh, potato salad. i make killer potato salad. then i googled picnic food. and i ran across this. and now i am so befuddled.
cold noodles? delicious wraps? pasta salad? quesadillas? crusty bread and dip? or stick to pizza? or stick to potato salad? UGHHH....so many choices...! what do you all think?
i think i need to make a costco run.
Friday, May 15, 2009
chocolate pudding
so i tried to apply for this scholarship, and i finished the essay i was writing for it, but then i went to turn it in and found out the deadline had passed by a couple of hours. FML.
might as well put the essay to good use. we'll call it a short story. ^^
There is a saying that talks of moments that change us so profoundly that life afterwards will forever be known as before this moment, and after this moment. I had promised a game of rummy with him after dinner. Of course, as nursing goes, we get swept aside with tasks suddenly pressing; it is too easy to become consumed by what needs to get done. The promise flew back to me a few hours later, and as my feet rushed, my hand clenched around a deck of cards in shame. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and sleep was looming and reproachful. I tread toward his bed, and touched his arm. Graciously, he smiled as my feeble apologies tumbled forth. And when I asked what I could do to make it up to him, he politely requested chocolate pudding, if I could find it. “Two spoons!” he called, as I practically ran out to fetch it, eager to alleviate the embarrassment I felt over the missed game of cards. There was no chocolate pudding anywhere. Suddenly, I remembered the fortuitous chocolate pudding I had brought and was saving for my break. I strode victoriously back to his room, and whispered to him our luck that I had found the last one. He smiled again, insisted that the second spoon was mine, and we shared the pudding over talk of swine flu. When the last of the pudding was gone, he sighed, "That really hit the spot." He turned toward me and smiled widely, his eyes glittering in the soft orange light. As he thanked me, he said, "You really made my night." I couldn't help the answering smile breaking on my face, as I whispered back that he made my night as well. There was before this moment, the textbooks, the tests, the tiredness, and the theories of nursing school. And there is after this moment, the connection, the communication, and the kindness: all conscious, faint, and feathery, but present and alive.
might as well put the essay to good use. we'll call it a short story. ^^
There is a saying that talks of moments that change us so profoundly that life afterwards will forever be known as before this moment, and after this moment. I had promised a game of rummy with him after dinner. Of course, as nursing goes, we get swept aside with tasks suddenly pressing; it is too easy to become consumed by what needs to get done. The promise flew back to me a few hours later, and as my feet rushed, my hand clenched around a deck of cards in shame. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and sleep was looming and reproachful. I tread toward his bed, and touched his arm. Graciously, he smiled as my feeble apologies tumbled forth. And when I asked what I could do to make it up to him, he politely requested chocolate pudding, if I could find it. “Two spoons!” he called, as I practically ran out to fetch it, eager to alleviate the embarrassment I felt over the missed game of cards. There was no chocolate pudding anywhere. Suddenly, I remembered the fortuitous chocolate pudding I had brought and was saving for my break. I strode victoriously back to his room, and whispered to him our luck that I had found the last one. He smiled again, insisted that the second spoon was mine, and we shared the pudding over talk of swine flu. When the last of the pudding was gone, he sighed, "That really hit the spot." He turned toward me and smiled widely, his eyes glittering in the soft orange light. As he thanked me, he said, "You really made my night." I couldn't help the answering smile breaking on my face, as I whispered back that he made my night as well. There was before this moment, the textbooks, the tests, the tiredness, and the theories of nursing school. And there is after this moment, the connection, the communication, and the kindness: all conscious, faint, and feathery, but present and alive.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
flight attendant rap
there is an airline company i don't particularly like, and it flies south and it flies west....but this flight attendant has me sold!
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