116th - Big Boy Pants

I had my Blond Moment of the Day pretty early today. I was shaking my Star Bucks Frappacino [Shaking it well, I might add], when I realized my swing was a little wild and geographically too close to my face. Right after this realization, I hit myself in the face with the bottle. I think there's going to be a bruise.

Technically, I first sold out when I bought the iPhone a few months ago. Now I've officially sold out by buying an iPod. I wanted like a 40gb one but those don't exist anymore so instead now I have 80GBs in which to store my MASSIVE digital music collection [which is now somewhere near fifteen entire giga-bytes]. In conclusion, you win Steve Jobs. You're a bad person. I would like some explanation to one thing though. I like the new non-shiny and non-gross front side, which isn't as prone to finger prints but why is it that after six generations of iPods, Apple still doesn't realize that nobody likes the damn chrome on that back. My iPod is less than three days old [most of that time was spent in it's box and sitting on my table since I didn't get a chance to really play with it] and the back of it looks like I sandpapered it. Only people like Judy could keep this thing looking new. For those of you who don't know Judy, she is among those people who leave the protective stickers on their electronics years after they've been outdated.

A few days later - It's the following week to be exact that I'm now continueing this. You'll be glad to know, I got a very minor bruise which is now gone. *glee*

NOT A SPOILER - Holy cRAP! Dark Knight was INSANE! I think everyone I know has seen it by now except for Ani [who sucks], Judy [who has no sense of urgency] and Shiv [who lives in one of the richest areas of the world but still aren't important enough to get good movies on time] and Anoop [same reason as Shiv]. Me, Momes and Amaan went to go see the midnight show. We showed up at around 9pm and were like 50th in line. Amaan wanted to come at like 11. Once we got seated and were waiting, I hear this, "So, I can't beleive that Red Bull isn't red!". It's also not made of Bulls but that seemed of little concern to you, did it?!?! I was pretty sure my ears were going to start bleeding.

Now for serious talk. If you don't care about the inner workings of my life, feel free to skip this paragraph. One: I'm getting the distinct feeling that I'm being ex-ed out by certain people. I don't really care all that much because it makes any potential exodus I may make much easier but I'm failing to see a reasoning for it, which is what concerned me. Am I being ex-ed out on a set of false assumptions or have I done something to offend that I am unaware of. I've never been subject of such a bitch-move before. Two: I haven't been sleeping well these past few weeks. I can't come up with any reasoning for this. My sleep habits had been getting gradually better. I was also informed that my "Weird Factor" as it's elegantly called by Nomi, could be directly related to my sleep patterns. Now this brings up a whole new line of questioning. If my sleep patterns change, will my personality change. Will I like the new me I'll become without much choice or do I chose to continue as I am in hopes of retaining who I am. What to do? And so on and so forth. Three. As many of you know, I've had a theory these past few months that has been harping at me for some time. I have a feeling we're going to find out that I'm not just imagining it in the next few months. Now, moving along.

Sunday morning, I had the distinct impression that someone had killed me during my brief sleep. I woke up to find that I couldn't feel most of my body and then went on to discover that my head was turned 100ish degrees. I didn't know my head could do that. It hurt. It still hurts.

It occurred to me this weekend, I never threw my Socks Party or my Challenge Day or did the Qlympics thing or use my Wonderland Season Pass even once [I haven't even gotten the ID made. Maybe I should just sell it off, no?]. I'm depressed now. I'm going to go get an everything bagel with garlic cream cheese and a Vanilla parfait.

Be good.


zQ

p.s. If you have any of my books/comics/movies/clothes/etc, I'd like them back please.