Kicking Ass and Chewing Bubble Gum
I've called the shop where my computer is. Apparently it's taking them quite a while because of the sheer volume of viruses on my machine. Somewhere in the neighborhood of four thousand spywares (most of which I have no clue how I could have gotten, particularly the search accelerators, et cetera; I don't download much in the way of actual programs), and there was even a porn dialer in there. I have no clue what that's all about.
Hopefully I'll have the beast back by the end of the day, otherwise it will be tomorrow. I'll be online at work tonight, so either way you'll get your dose of Fly, a day or two late; don't fret, though, because plenty of ladies will tell you that I'm like a fine wine, or a bottle of champagnuh, which only gets finer with age. That's right, ladies, this Super Fly is worth the wait.
A few things about today:
Arabic is getting tougher, mainly because I find myself unable to pay attention to this week's inundation of grammar. Considering that grammar (cases, tenses, conjugations, et cetera) wasn't taught in school, at all, it's tough. However, after two years of German under a real nut buster of a prof, I have some understanding of how it all works, so it's just a matter of slogging through it.
Today annoying girl came closer than ever to revealing the dreaded "brown eye". One of my mates actually took a picture with his camera phone, so I might be able to rustle up that picture for King Sip; no promises, though, and it's certainly not worth actually posting on the blog. She was rude again today, and wearing a top that was so small (a halter top I think, without the slender figure to pull off one of this particular size) that I identified yet another tattoo. She also made the announcement that she'd gotten her nipples pierced, and it had hurt when someone had tried to twist one. Really!? I would have never guessed.
I did some cleaning last night, as the computer's absence is an opportune time to clean the space around it. Among other things, I found two items of note:
A "Texas Ranger" badge that Michelle sent me last year as a gift (Michelle gives the best gifts; I take pride in giving good gifts, and I have nothing on her
A silver ring that was a little bit too small when I bought it about three and a half years ago, and is much too small now. I took the ring to one of the two local jewelers that I do business with on the rare occasion when I have reason to deal with Jewelers, and they're going to resize it for me. It's going to run me $25, but really, what's the point of having a ring lying about that you can't even wear? It will become the second of two rings that I will alternate wearing, the other being a silver ring with a Celtic design on it that my grandparents found at a laundromat and gave to me.
Long time readers will remember that during my final two years at university I was a disc jockey at the campus FM radio station, and I did an '80's/early '90's music show. I got a call on my way home from work yesterday from the promotions director at the station. She had a promotion to run at the campus rec center (where I go to PT), and desperately needed some help finding eighties music to play. Once I had her calmed down, I told her that I'd put together a wallet full of CDs for her and bring them over, since I needed to hit the gym anyway. She was extremely grateful, and all was right with the world.
Finally, before I went to the gym, I stopped by Professor Augustus' place to drop off a couple of books. I spoke with him about my paper (the one I turned in Tuesday), and learned that I'd gotten an A-, and that he was impressed with the distanced, entirely neutral approach that I took to writing the paper. I could have scored higher if I had take the time and done the internal citations, but you play the hand you're dealt.
Anyway, I'm off to work shortly. Stay out of trouble, and check back later.
Hopefully I'll have the beast back by the end of the day, otherwise it will be tomorrow. I'll be online at work tonight, so either way you'll get your dose of Fly, a day or two late; don't fret, though, because plenty of ladies will tell you that I'm like a fine wine, or a bottle of champagnuh, which only gets finer with age. That's right, ladies, this Super Fly is worth the wait.
A few things about today:
Today annoying girl came closer than ever to revealing the dreaded "brown eye". One of my mates actually took a picture with his camera phone, so I might be able to rustle up that picture for King Sip; no promises, though, and it's certainly not worth actually posting on the blog. She was rude again today, and wearing a top that was so small (a halter top I think, without the slender figure to pull off one of this particular size) that I identified yet another tattoo. She also made the announcement that she'd gotten her nipples pierced, and it had hurt when someone had tried to twist one. Really!? I would have never guessed.
I did some cleaning last night, as the computer's absence is an opportune time to clean the space around it. Among other things, I found two items of note:
Long time readers will remember that during my final two years at university I was a disc jockey at the campus FM radio station, and I did an '80's/early '90's music show. I got a call on my way home from work yesterday from the promotions director at the station. She had a promotion to run at the campus rec center (where I go to PT), and desperately needed some help finding eighties music to play. Once I had her calmed down, I told her that I'd put together a wallet full of CDs for her and bring them over, since I needed to hit the gym anyway. She was extremely grateful, and all was right with the world.
Finally, before I went to the gym, I stopped by Professor Augustus' place to drop off a couple of books. I spoke with him about my paper (the one I turned in Tuesday), and learned that I'd gotten an A-, and that he was impressed with the distanced, entirely neutral approach that I took to writing the paper. I could have scored higher if I had take the time and done the internal citations, but you play the hand you're dealt.
Anyway, I'm off to work shortly. Stay out of trouble, and check back later.
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