Girlfriend of the Whirling Dervish

Once again, I am hiding out from my friends and wasting my life away on the internet.
I've been here for three hours now, I'm wondering if the people are starting to get irritated with me.
If my neighbors hadn't up and moved--taking their internet with them--I could be wasting my life away in the comfort of my own home right now.

I'm trying to download a movie off of iTunes and let me tell you, I am never doing it again.
I have a full connection, nothing is (was, I got bored of sitting around staring at the wall) running and yet it continues to tell me that I have six hours of downloading time left.
At the rate it's moving, I am not going to argue with it.

I can pause it but will it still be there when I come back?
I'm not going to lie, I never cared to learn about the whole iTunes-Apple-Quicktime thing. The folk at the Apple store downtown can nerd it up all they want but I have better things to do.
The soup the man across from me is eating looks D to the ELICIOUS .
He's noticed that I've been staring at it but has yet to say anything. I'm waiting for him to make the move because right now I'm having too much fun trying to freak him out.
Maybe I'll let my mouth hang open a little bit and allow a sort of... blank, glazed-over look to wash over my face.

I'd peruse the Random Livejournal Picture Generator but I'm in public. I've noticed that sometimes I'll unsuspectingly be graced with a piece of graphic pornography shoved in between a sparkling Tweety Bird animation and a hipster picture of somebody's new MADRAD haircut.
They're just stuck right in there, waiting for me to come across them in a public place while the person staring over my shoulder is given quite the show and my face turns a vibrant color of red.

Only three hours remaining! Oh iTunes, can you do anything?

Let's fast forward to a full hour and one half of an hour later:
I'm still sitting here and it now says that I have seven hours left of downloading time.
That is my cue to go home.
Goodbye man with the soup.
Goodbye movie download.


toothpastefordinner.com

God damn right, it's a beautiful day.

There's a Bible study going on a couple tables away from me.

I don't really mind; last week they invited me to join and I politely declined with an, "Ohhhh... no... thank you."
But this week somebody brought a baby and it is sobbing at the top of its lungs.
And they can't take it outside because it's pouring so now all of us have to suffer and...

Anyway.

The only reason I'm commenting on the Bible study is because I just read this.

Human hands and feet have fishy origins.

God, life is hilarious sometimes.

The Tragically Hipster's Guide To The Galaxy

God, I love MSNBC:

Hipster parents want pop tots.

This explains the sudden proliferation of hipster children running around the city.

This is my favorite part,

"The conclusion many parents reach, he (Robert Lanham) surmises, is that while it may not work out perfectly at least they can hang on to some shred of coolness through their children.

Or maybe they even believe they can increase their coolness."

Indeed, because children are now the fashion equivalent of a Chanel handbag.

Rising For Sunset

Oh my, oh my.
I do not know why I'm still awake.

I took a trip el Fred Meyer at 10:45 for mascara.
Mascara and Aleve.
I'm not really sure why I went at that moment; I was sitting on my couch watching a "Chuck" re-run ("Already?! Didn't that show start like... four days ago?" I know, that's what I said. TV is crazy.) and all of a sudden I decided that 10:45 was the time for me to get some new mascara and a bottle of painkillers.

It was kind of nice, quiet and deserted so I could make my makeup decision in peace.
I will never understand why mascara is so heinously expensive.
And you can't buy the cheap stuff or you'll end up dealing with clumpy, tarantula lashes.
It's a dilemma. Quelle domage...

I've learned how to fold sweaters.
Yesterday, I folded sweater after sweater after...
I noticed that at one point I had reached sort of a zen moment and folding the sweaters was allowing me to meditate on... whatever I was meditating on.
As of late, I don't really have much to meditate on aside from whether or not I'm going to find a seat on the max on the way home.
It was kind of like knitting, very theraputic. I'd recommend it.

I usually have faith and confidence in my spelling skillz but using a version of Internet Explorer that doesn't have spellcheck makes me a bit nervous.
What if I misspell something?! What if I make an ERROR?!
No wonder I'm so tense in the shoulders...

I took a walk after I ate that spicy chik-in sandwich.
I felt like I couldn't justify such a poor decision without at least a little exercise.
It was a beautiful walk; everything smelled like fall and the leaves were falling as I walked passed the enormous houses.
It turned out to be an hour and a half long. This wasn't because I was so enamored with the scenery, or I wanted to really get the most out of those dead leaves.
Nay, I got lost.
How long have I lived here?

And now this:



Uh, what?

And this:

What's cooler than bein' cool?

Ice cold!

Did you know the elephants can be pregnant for up to 22 months?
That is a really, really long time to be carrying a baby elephant in your stomach.

I just finished eating the spicy - chicken - crispy - flame - grilled - burger - sandwich - whatever from the BK Lounge.
It was pretty damn delicious. I don't care how gross I feel; after a full day of witnessing that amusing chicken-martial-artist commercial, I wanted it.
That is some damn good advertising righ thurr.
It was only a dollar.
Right now, my arteries are like, "Fuck you, only a dollar! Do you know how long it is going to take us to work this shit out of your system?! What about those fried egg sandwiches you had last night?! God, we hate you!"


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