Can't Give Me What I Want

As some of you may know, someone stepped on my MP3 player last week, causing the screen to crack. The player still works, but I can't see where I'm going. I usually end up just listening to my playlists, which is great, but I dislike because I have so much more music to listen to.

Curious, I went to the Philip's GoGear site to see if they continued to make my MP3. Though I've had it since Freshman year of college, I thought that perhaps they had an upgraded version, or perhaps some kind of cool policy of trading in my old one for a new. If it had 30G for memory, I didn't really care. I have a lot of music I wanna listen to. I love shuffling through my old music.

Did you know that you can't just get a normal MP3 anymore? At least, not through the internet. It has playing video, talking on the phone, playing video games...

I've decided.

I just want a freaking 50G MP3 Player. I don't need a video player. I don't need it to play video games. I don't need it to make phone calls. I need a freaking MP3 Player right freaking now.

I already have things that do all of the above. Just because it has more doesn't mean it's better.

So, I've gone through some looking. And I think that, through process of elimination, Creative Zen is my best bet for being happy. I know they're good, they have the gigabyte quality, I don't hafta use freaking ITunes, and a little birdie told me that I can actually use an SD card to have even more memory, if I need it. I don't want pictures on my MP3, but maybe if I could just swap the SD card from my camera to that... possibilities.

However, this year doesn't consist of that for gift possibilities. I'm looking at HDR-SR11 60GB High Definition Handycam® Camcorder. Or maybe Sony's 5.0MP Handycam High-Definition Camcorder. I'm really liking that it will record straight to the device, rather than me investing even more money into something. Perhaps I'll just go get a 5.0MP Handycam High-Definition Camcorder.

If only I could afford it all...

As for other aspects, I have to learn that patience is key. I can't control the universe. But, for fuck's sake, I certainly wish I could.

A life of bad timing is the worst. At least that of which couldn't happen won't have the bad twist in it's entirety--being home will be a blessing of it's own.

Random Fact: The only word in English with three consequtive S's is "godessship".

My Virtue Of Patience Wavers

Apparently, vampires wasn't only on my mind. Yesterday, Russell rented Interview with the Vampire, and Martha had never seen it. It'd been a small while since I'd seen it, though I knew that Tom Cruise did a little to well creeping the bah-geezes out of me as the little-too-enthusiastic-to-be-a-vampire vampire. So, while I wasn't trying to not fall asleep (it's a long movie and it was past midnight), I payed attention to Martha's reactions, which are always a movie in themselves. I ended up being giggly most of the night, a cuddly.

I blame the whole experiences on Tanya and Jessica, who decided it was time for me to read a favorite series of theirs about vampires, though, to tell the truth, it's young adult and very much so romance. Sickeningly so. Apparently, four books worth of sickeningly so.

And, now, going to be a movie. The trailer looks cheesy, the characters don't look anything like I read and it makes everything so much more creepy than the books actually seem... And, yet, here's me, the girl who read the book and feels slightly excited to see it in person. When will I ever learn?

Besides the point, since I've gotten back into my vampire fantasies, I've been struggling not to buy Charlaine Harris' newest part of her series as well, whist also freaking out because September is drawing near, with True Blood, something I wrote about before. It seems I'm not the only one who wants some vampires on screen more often. Though I'm still awaiting who they've chosen for Eric, I'm still excited to see my favorite series come to HBO. HBO. A series. I love when it's a series because they don't have to leave so much out. I hope that's hint enough.

As it is, reading Twilight was pretty fun, to say the least. Since reading All Together Dead, I've been on a fantasy hiatus, no books interesting me or just plain too lazy to trust a title. Since I'd forced my books on Jessica, I found it only fair to read something she recommended.

God, were they in love with each other! They were so in love that I began to actually start being optimistic about that true love gushy crap! And it ended on such a sour note, too! She wanted to become a vampire, but let's not get into that (as much as I love to read about them, I don't think I'd ever want to be one...). I actually enjoyed it, and finished the book in two days. Besides myself, and never wanting to admit to anyone that I was on a love-high, I started the second, amazed I was so entranced and that I wanted more.

Let me explain. A seventeen-year-old girl goes to school, meets a boy who frustrates her to no end and they end up getting together. Normal. Many love stories start out that way. But then said boy is a vampire, has girl find out, he stays in her room at night, throughout the entire night, and they have no troubles with her knowing anything until one random vampire decides that he wants to hunt her down and kill her? I have to keep reminding myself and Tanya and Jess told me: This was a love story, not just with it on the side. It just seemed wildly irrational for a 110-year-old vampire, though still the age of looking 17, wasn't to fall in love with an actual 17-year-old and... I donno, not control himself.

I think that's why I got the love-high. By the end of the book, I'd bought the fact that love has no boundaries. And it was blissful.

And then that damn second book. By the third chapter, they were broken up and I ended up being on an emotional roller coaster Stephenie Meyer left no detail out of how excruciating it was to not be around the one you love. And then, when she finally seemed over it, she wasn't and he came back and then there was another boy involved...

Ugh, the complications were endless, and I'm very sulky to start the third. True love or not, vampires and werewolves aside, I have to say, I hate that love complication crap. I didn't want to be caught up with it in the first place, and I realized that, while the story was interesting in all that, I'm adjusting to the form of writing. Everything is so normal, and I can guess most of everything before it happens, which gets boring. Jess told me that it was science fiction for people who didn't like science fiction. But the love thing still catches me off guard.

It's probably why I'll start my next novel when I finally get off my desk duty at five.

I just keep trying to think of what else life means, as these portray that it's love and nothing else. I mean, there's more. But what really keeps us all from going crazy? I mean, I am bored. Bored. And reading these books have made it perfectly clear how incredibly boring not only my love-life is, but just in general how quickly I made a nice little schedule for myself. How life purposefully makes that schedule with having to work two jobs, try not to use my car for gas purposes, keep up to date with friends and conserve money as best I can.

A few weeks ago, I found my glow-in-the-dark stars and quickly placed them above my head where I could star at them a few feet away from me before falling asleep. My father, when we decided to go from my frilly pink room to sky-blue with green grass and clouds, used glow-in-the-dark paint to put stars in my sky. Every night, I'd stare up at them, touch them. Last night, when looking at my own stars, I couldn't help but think how much closer they seemed when I was a child. Everything seemed so much closer, and now it's so far spread, like thinning butter. I keep wondering when it'll run out.

I look at my boring life and every day wonder how I can spice it up. And I begin to see that perhaps I'm the only one who has a problem with it, and if I want to add some spice, I'll be the only one wanting to do it. It's difficult to get my friends to go spend the day at the beach, or just bike past it in the least. I think that's why I've been so unwilling to really talk with Mandikat, as she's doing exactly what I want to do, and can, because she has no financial worries in the least, besides her loans. She has a new boy on the prowl with her, no worries of gas, car insurance (car maintenance or anything car related for that matter), food, living, jobs... It's embarrassing for me to explain to her how I can't do many things with her because I can't afford to do much after spending the gas to get to her. Even if I had a car with great gas mileage, I don't think it'd be much different.

I just don't like the idea of being stuck. It makes my insides squirm, especially when it's boring me. I sometimes love the tedious, the without-thought-work. But when that's how life begins to feel, I feel this itch to run. Start a water balloon fight or something. Something besides working and doing the mundane details of life.

Some people would say "Welcome to life. Better get used to it."

But I don't think I have to choose that. I don't think I have to "get used" to anything if I don't want to. I just need someone to agree and not hesitate so much. If we really want to do something, I've always believed that it will happen when the mind is set (mostly because I've done it every time).

I'm bored. Come play with me!

Random Fact: The first TV soap opera debuted in 1946. It's fascinated the rest of our population for ages thereafter. Whether you want to be or not.

Better Now Than Before

My computer decided to crap out on me.

Of course, I'm much more thankful that it's happened now, rather than before. For instance, writing all of my assignments and plaguing the internet. Now is a good time to be studying and focusing on what I need to do, unlike when I needed to do the stuff said when I first got here. And I'm thankful that it is also within the year's warranty. This means that I can still get it fixed without paying out the ass.

I just want everything to be okay. Since it seems to just be the fan not working, once that is replaced, I can get at my New Zealand photos and music. I feel bad because I won't be able to show Auntie Meg and Uncle Mike my photos (except for the ones I get from here on out), but I can always send them through email when I get home.

But, this also means that I have to buy another memory card for my camera, as, though a gig of memory is a lot, for a full weeks worth, it won't be.

Especially since I'm going here in five days or so. My nerdiness is getting the better of me by going all out to see the sights of Lord of the Rings. I really can't help it. J, the boy who is going around with me, decided not to come at the last second, but he said that I need to go since it's kind of my calling. And he's right. What's me going to New Zealand without seeing the sights that pretty much made my decision to go to New Zealand final?

It's an eight hour tour, with a lot of trekking and photo opportunities. Here's a direct quote from the page: "The tour includes a free souvenir map, elf ears for photos and a hobbit like storytelling guide for the day."

I do wish to have someone with me, but what happens will happen. I'm a bit nervous that there'll barely be anyone with me, but a friend pointed out "Hey, presonalized tour." Now I hope no one else will be there.

So, basically, everything is set for my trip.

9th: Five AM bus to Wellington with J. Will find where I need to be to get on bus tour, then have pretty much best 8 hours of my life. After tour, will meet up with J again to have dinner of some sort, then hop on bus back to Palmy.

10th: Hop on 11 AM bus to Hastings (Hawke's Bay), meet up with Sam. Go to speedway racing arena. Sleep a good sleep.

11th: Beachs!!! Be lazy, tan and possibly see some outlooks.

12th: Drive around and just hang out. No worries.

13th: Hop on 11 AM bus to Tauranga to meet up with Sara. Since I get back so late, will probably just hang around, eat dinner and sleep.

14th: Go around city. Top of mountain drive and so forth.

15th: More just going around city and possibly go to outskirts of area just to see what life will bring.

16th: Hang around get also get ready for leaving (i.e. make sure pack is packed). Hop on 6 PM bus to Auckland, then get to airport for departure a day early. My flight....

Oh, shit. My flight! It leaves on the 17th in the PM. Like, a lot PM. There's no reason to leave this early for that... I'll have to change that (for no cost, according to bus route).

But doesn't it all sound like fun? The last week I'm here, stress free (except for the whole flight thing). I'm excited to go to California and spend time with my Auntie and Uncle. Thanksgiving! Seeing Savanna and Madison! Just relaxing.

Then, when I get home...

But I'll deal with that when that comes. There'll probably be an addition to the family via pets. And I'll know about my RA stuff. I'll be home, where I need to be. With my family, helping out. And maybe the traveling bug will be gone (either that, or I've sparked it's interest and I'll have to do this every year in order to be sane. I kind of hope for the latter, just for fun's sake. For money's sake, I hope I'll be kind of through for a little while. But I'll be a traveller at heart).

So, I'll try to update and the like, but since I actually have to move my ass to write on here, just know that I'm still having the time of my life. I'm taking pictures, seeing sights and living life as it should be lived. To it's fullest.

All right. Time to pack and study for my last test. Woot!

Random Fact: Mosquitoes have 47 teeth.

Avast, Matey!

Ahoy, it be September the 19th o'er here in New Zealand!

That means, swab the decks and go on account already because it's National Talk Like A Pirate Day!

As I sat meself down for a hearty breakfast, it twas sad ter see that I be one o' th' few ter celebrate. Only two have dressed up, as far as I can tell, and everyone else be too into being an adult!

ARRR!

Be adult or child, ye be a pirate at heart!

Given, I am for the peace between these ninjas and pirates, why not celebrate a day when ye can dress as ye like, wear overbearing make-up no one says much about and say "ARR!" or "AYE!" or "Landlubber!"

I be taken upon myself the name I be offered.

Bein' ye all have a good amount until it be the 19th for ye all, why not be more of a cursair by brushin' up on ye talk?

Fair winds, young heathens! And hornswaggle as much swag as ye can carry! Arr!

Random Fact: On the Account -- The piratical life. A man who went "on the account" was turning pirate.

End Of An Era 2

Edit /

I forgot to place this on my previous blog when I wrote about Harry Potter.

This was basically me waiting for the bus to get my book:



Random Fact: The United States produces more tobacco than it does wheat.