Confessions of a Shopaholic:
Rebecca Bloomwood - "When I shop the world gets better, the world is better; and then it's not anymore and I have to do it again."
Last week, before blog-a-day in May started, I broke my computer. How unfortunate. At first, I thought a cable had detached or something. It fell from my couch to the floor. Nothing super dramatic, just a little fall. so I thought. I decided to take my computer apart to see if I could fix it. I worked for a tech support place for a while, so I'm relatively computer savvy (nowhere near Geek Squad status). Anyway, I removed screws, detached and attached cables, removed the hard drive, took it apart as much as I could (I don't have one of the screwdriver that it needed), removed the DVD drive to check it, and then put it all back together.
I checked the bios, tried to boot 3 different ways from the boot menu, and a few other things. All the signs point to a damaged hard drive. WTF. It's always something. So, In the wonderful state of Florida (aka budget cut central- although it hasn't truly affected me yet), should I buy another SATA II HDD or suffer for being irresponsible with my computer?
I haven't quite decided if I deserve my computer back yet. People say you appreciate things more when you've lost them, so maybe I didn't truly appreciate my computer. Maybe I should abandon it, and eventually buuy another one. I think I want a MAC anyway. HP can kiss my behind, unless of course, I go buy a Hard Drive.
Hmmmm. So much to think about.
You’ve Got Mail
Joe Fox: The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.
It's Tuesday morning, the beginning of my make-shift summer break (the students are gone, at least until next week when summer school starts), and I can feel the ghost of boredom coming to get me. I can do some pretty ridiculous things when I get bored, so I googled some suggestions. Here are some viable options.
- Wash a tree
r friends.
d it. Link.
a quick tap dance routine
Picture this....
Saturday night, dressed in your best going out clothes, teeth sparkly white, hair is perfect, car is spotless, favorite song is playing, and.......now you can stop daydreaming and pay attention to my post.
Ok, I'll be serious. This post is long, so hang in there.
I was in Borders Bookstore (BB) on Sunday. It is my go to place when I need to get out of the house, but not spend money. I am usually pretty relaxed when I'm there, unless I am playing board games with people that are being extra loud (lol). Anyway, I take my usual stroll to the new arrivals in fiction, usually skip over new arrivals in nonfiction unless I'm feeling a little risky. I pass by the "If you liked this ---> , then read this" section. You know, I never read their suggestions. Maybe I have some sort of...whatever... I roam through the miscellaneous sale section. This section stresses me out, even when I am the most relaxed I could possibly be. I still go over there and poke through all the crap knowing that I won't buy anything, except that one time when....
After poking, I went to the section I've been to the most this past couple of weeks (computers), and the same stupid book on blogging that I have already skimmed through is still the only one there. I get on the computer to look for books about book clubs. They have one in African American lit and one in literary criticism (those are really random places for book club books). I go to the self help section (which I never walk through for whatever reason) to see what's over there on my way to find the book club book. I feel really awkward immediately because there are like 10 people on this tiny aisle looking for God knows what. I politely ask the BB lady (that was staring at me) where the Literary Criticism section is She takes me there, and this is the conversation that we have.
BB lady: Are you looking for anything in particular?
R: Just browsing, thanks.
BB lady: Would you like some suggestions?
R: Ummmmmm, well
BB lady: Well, there is this great writer that critiqued some great stories of the depression. Is that something that would interest you?
R: Oh, ummmm, well
BB lady: My friend also let me borrow this book about books that you must read. Ah, here it is.
R: That sounds intriguing. I was looking for a book about starting a book club, but thanks for the suggestions.
BB lady: You’re welcome. If you need anything else, I will be wandering the store until closing time. Oh, one more thing, Are you into Sci-Fi?
R: ummmmm,well
BB lady: If you are, the front section is full of great new book.
R: Ok, great. I’ll let you know as soon as I need anything.
OMG…. She was absolutely clueless that I was thinking “Who hired you, and how can I get in touch with them so that I can whoop their…..”
Anywho, I was exhausted after talking to her, so I head to the café to find me a comfy spot. I was almost finished with The City of Bones,book one, and was ready to start the next one. Thanks Mer. I sit at a table (all the comfy chairs are taken – who gave them the right to take all the comfy chairs?), start reading and was able to block out the noise for about an hour and a half until 3 people (two males, one female) sit diagonal from me in the comfy chairs section. They were talking about what happened a couple of days ago. Who did what, when, and how… blah, blah, blah. The girl said she’d be back. They continued with the same bland conversation, and then about five mins later, one guy say “Man, this is b***s***. She’s not going for it. She must be smarter than I thought. I even tried to get her drunk. One more date, and that’s it. If she don’t”. I whipped my head up to see what happened to the volume. “She” was coming back. I felt bamboozled, but she was Absolutely Clueless. They got up and left. I sat there thinking about what she hadn’t done that she had no idea was being talked about.
Poll: What do you think she had not done yet?
It seems fitting that I would give you a quote from the movie Clueless, but I instead I leave you with a quote from Mrs. Doubtfire.
~ Oh my god! oh my god! The whole time? The whole time? THE WHOLE TIME?! I have to go. We have to leave now. We have to go. I have to leave. We have to leave.~ Miranda
