Are you serious?

My ex roommate is apparently telling everyone I’m a raging alcoholic and this is why she moved out of my house, when in fact, she got KICKED out of my house because she thought she could live there for free. I ended up putting up with her bullshit for entirely too long and before I knew it, I didn’t have the slightest clue who Amanda even was anymore. Guess I better get to alcohol rehab.

We grew up across the street from each other but didn’t become good friends until I was a freshmen in high school. We were the shit dude, got along so great and always had a really awesome time together doing absolutely nothing.

We even got along when we were living together which is a surprise because in my experience with roommates actually living with them is hard on it’s own. She just decided not to pay me, made excuses that she was supporting her girlfriend (who is a manager at FOSSIL for crying out loud!) and would the turn around and tell her girlfriend that I was over charging for rent.

Oh well, guess that’s part of growing up… finding out who your friends are.

Fucker

Despite having a three day weekend last week, it was still pretty crappy. I’ve been having some problems with my current roommate, and those issues had to be addressed this weekend because I simply could handle it no longer. I spent most of the weekend being bent out of shape about that, and then, on the third day of my glorious weekend I realized that my Canon Rebel XTi was no longer in it’s case and this only meant one thing: Paul stole it.

I was bent out of shape about him even being in town a week ago but this was just the icing on the cake. Whenever I would use my camera it ALWAYS made its way back into the case. I paid over $900 (including tax and a memory card) for that camera and I wasn’t about to let it get lost or broken. The case was the safest place for it to be. I kept the case in my closet because that seemed like the logical place to put it.

When he and I were living together I watched that camera constantly. I ALWAYS checked to make sure it was still in it’s place and it really chaps my ass that the ONE TIME I did not think about it, or didn’t think to check, or didn’t think to hide it, he snagged it from me. I called him up and gave him a good verbal beating, but that won’t get my camera back. It’s long gone now and I couldn’t be any sicker about it.

Computer woes

UUUUUUUGH. I have a 2.7 ghz dual core powermac g5 and I swear to goodness you would never ever know it. The issue with the RAM is getting a little out of hand, and I’m wanting to pull my hair out lately. I don’t know if it’s the eyetv slowing things down or what, but it’s been crappy for a minute.

Even Paul, who knows not the slightest thing about computers or how they work (or at least he acts that way) mentioned today that my computer shouldn’t be as slow as it is. I am also running out of space from all of these movies we’ve aquired. They’re mostly Paul’s, and the other day he had me all excited thinking he freed up some space by getting rid of them… but I’m still only left with 40 gigs… out of 230!

Sew, a needle pulling thread

I finally set up my sewing machine. I really, really reallllly want to get back to that. I’m just not sure where to start, I’d like to go to the store and stock up on a few things, and maybe get my hands on an iron/board. I want to make a bunch of cool things, dresses, shirts, skirts, hell gauchos seem like they’d be simple enough… I want to get better at knitting. Maybe knit a bunch of stuff and sell it to some hippies. I don’t know!

I’ve been dabbling in sewing for as long as I can remember and I think it’s time to really sit down and get good at it.

D is for doofus

I am SUCH a doofus.

I use a plugin for iChat called Chax. It is basically a prog that adds miscellaneous features to iChat, most of which I think are really cool. One I use is the tabbed chat window option. I normally only keep conversations that are still going open, which is usually one with Lesley. I like to talk to her while I’m at work (or um, anywhere else, actually).

She was away cleaning and for some reason I decided to keep on bitching about stuff that she probably doesn’t care about anyway. The news went out early at work today so I had extra time to be bored. I told this to her, or at least I THOUGHT I DID. Hours later someone I work with IMed me and when I checked the message I realized that I had been griping to him. Big oops.

Luckily the few lines of convo I did accidentally send him were innocent, I only “somewhat” freaked out.

Rejoice!

Yuck. I’ve been in some sort of weird funk most of the day and I’m not sure why. I thought I started the morning off right.. I woke up and got downtown with enough time left to get a biscuit from McDonald’s and s till only be 30 minutes late for work. Go me!

Because I ate that biscuit though I decided to go to Border’s for my lunch break to look for books. I didn’t find anything good and now I’m just hungry. I have an entire hour left of work and for some reason it feels like centuries.

Thinking on the bright side though, it is Wednesday and not Monday… which means I won’t be here all night.

Drinking: Celebrity Juice

One of my guilty pleasures is definitely celebrity gossip and keeping up with their lives. Truthfully, I really wouldn’t give a rat’s ass, and I certainly wouldn’t recognize half of the celebs in the spotlight had I not discovered the beauty that is perez hilton.

My daily reads:

I think celebrities are a strange breed of being because WHAT IS WITH all the skeletons that roam the streets of Hollywood? I just don’t understand what gets in their heads, which I think I do believe it really is a mental issue because food tastes good. Anyone that can deny it enough to look like Nichole Richie has some serious issues. And I actually like the girl. What I know of her anyway.

I just don’t get it. Celebrities are weird, but they sure are fun to read about… mostly cos they make me feel good about myself.