09.25.08
The Great Ashevillian Gas Shortage of 2008
I really can’t wait to tell my grandneices-and-nephews about this as they cruise around in their solar-powered jet planes. I really cant.
A measly five gallons of gas (if that, my fuel gauge’s faulty) lies dormant in my tank.
Every morning for the past few days, Western North Carolinians have woke up early to wait in mile-long lines for a wee bit of gas, enough to get them to work for a few days.
The police must supervise — and fights still erupt.
I’ve yet to skip class to fill up. Forgoing trips to the grocery and pharmacy, carpooling to work, I sit. And I wait.
This reminds me a lot of the tomato crisis this summer. I never really cared for tomatoes before the salmonella thing… And suddenly, they became my favorite vegeta…, er, fruit.
And now there’s not a drop of gas to be found for 2 and a half hours, I suddenly want to drive all over the place.
To buy tomatoes.
09.23.08
I’ve definitely neglected WordPress lately. I’m going to try to bring it back. Maybe theme it around college life.
Like the way I’m sitting on the floor, shoving forkfuls of Stovetop-stuffing-from-the-microwave out of a sketchy-looking plastic container between yawns.
Updating my Facebook status before I tackle studying.
Contemplating a midnight coffee… but not trusting my half-and-half.
Maybe I’ll wash my hair instead. It’s been a while.
Where did summer vacation go?!?!
09.10.08
When I was your age, we juggled fifty gazillion IM windows at once.
I adore instant messaging. Before social networking and blogging, that back-and-forth, instant, quick conversation was all we had, really — and I kind of miss that. It’s a weird, awkward generational thing. Most people I know now considering IM pretty old school (with the exception of Facebook’s built in messaging). If you want to instantly relay information to somebody, you just text them. Forget actually conversing! Hah.
But I still IM compulsively…
friend: i was in a pretty weird good charlotte mood earlier this afternoon
me: i love me some old school good charlotte. are you familiar with their first album, pre-young and the hopeless?
friend:only with its existence
not the songs
me: it has some really good songs. but i dont know if i think they;re good because they ARE good, or because i have loved them since i was a freshman
friend: lol
me: their lyrics are very high school oriented. one of my favorite lines:
“so come and talk to me on my computer screen, the best years of our lives aren’t as easy as they seem”
friend: i like that. yeah, it’s adolescent, but it’s true, haha
me: yeah, i usually wouldnt recommend that album to people now, just because it’s so young
but it always reminds me of the good old days on aim, when dial up and old school computers really changed the way things went
like we werent on myspace, facebook, youtube, and god knows what else
our connections could only really support being on aim… so that was it… lol
and there was none of that stuff anyway
friend: lol, oh yes. not necessarily the best the internet had to offer, but we made do with what we had…and it’s a bit nostalgic
me: yeah. idk. you know, back in those good old days of aim version 2.3 or whatever. haha
friend: with the screen completely littered with multiple aim windows!! hahaha
me: way before tabbed browsing and ims
god, how did we live before tabs??? lol
friend: lol, no idea…
it’s…so strange
me: i think this is gonna be on my wordpress, tee hee. sigh. the days of old school aim
Oh my goodness. There was a life before tabbed browsing and instant messaging. How did we do it? I remember obsessivelly arranging and resizing forty seven thousand little windows on my computer screen, back in the ninth grade. How weird!!!!!! No handy keyboard shortcut could help me toggle among conversations…
My brain hurts just thinking of all this, hah.
09.05.08
I chuckled.
I think I’m the only UNC Asheville student not voting for Barack Obama. That said, I’m not really thrilled with McCain.
The discrimination I face for disliking Obama is a bit surreal. I’m one of two or three girls on my hall who doesn’t have Obama posters plastered to her doors and windows, and who didn’t pop popcorn and bust out a two-liter of diet cola for the Democratic National Convention. People kind of goggle at me whenever I politely-as-possible say “No, I do not like Obama.” Gaping and sputtering, they turn away, whispering amongst themselves.
It’s a lot like elementary school, when I said I didn’t like the Spice Girls. It’s the most ridiculous phenomenon I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
Anyway, I ran across this video on YouTube and it just made me laugh… out loud, even. The expressions on the reporter’s face crack me up, mostly becaues I get them often enough.
