Ooooh yes, I have been tagged, ladies and gentlemen. Boy, it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these online memes. I was in the middle of being overly frustrated at my lack of creative spark or ability in Photoshop when I decided to peek on over to Miiitch.com, eSushi’s awesome blog-thing. And what do you know? I’ve been tagged!
And not just any tag, oh no! Three wishes! I get to make three wishes! I exaggerate the awesomeness that is this meme, stuck onto me like a sticky note because I was just discussing to JD (the mysterious boyfriend, haha) about our own three wishes a day ago. How epically awesome is that? And speaking of stickies, I tend to use them a lot now, ha! Generally on the fridge, or on the back / cover of my notebook so I don’t forget things!
I’m very forgetful. Truly, I am. I tend to leave a lot of notes for myself because I feel like a goldfish (you know that saying? goldfish have memories that last three second or somesuch?)
Buuuuut. I digress. Here is the topic of the meme!
Everybody has a million things that they want. But if you could only choose three, what would they be? You’ve got three wishes. Rules: You cannot wish for more wishes. You cannot wish for anything that affects somebody other than yourself (ie. people to fall in love with you). That’s it! Tag people when you’re done.
As for who I’m gonna tag? Let’s see… Hannah, Hazel and Sue! Have at it, girls!
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I believe that everyone is born as an emotional and spiritual blank slate, no one is born at a higher “rank” or level than others. Believing strongly in this, it’s weird to come across people that I honestly feel could possibly be below this borderline. Personality wise. I know I’m not better than anyone else, who am I to judge?
But I just find myself completely baffled, as if a rock was thrown at my leg and I were hopping forward trying not to fall, when I am in contact with certain people.
Liars. Abusers. I hate you both. Don’t take others for granted, don’t pretend to be someone’s best friend when you’re mentally spitting in their faces. You also gain nothing out of lying to people. And if you do, what are you? Some sick person that gets off on lies? Does that really turn you on?
I’d really wish I could speak freely of a certain person. But she tends to stalk me and a few friends of mine, which makes me sick. Believe me when I say she is not a trust worthy person, she is a liar. She abuses friendships to no end and somehow when the friendship is over, manages to worm her way back into peoples’ lives. Well, sorry sister. That’s not happening with me.
It makes me sick that you’re doing it to a friend, trying to get back into her good graces. But who knows, maybe she’s just humoring you. I just can’t stand seeing you around. Just the mention of your name makes me ill.
I’d like to think that I’m a loyal person (at least I hope I am!) and I don’t want to spend anymore time hating you. But you will have to work very hard to get back to a point where I can remotely stand you and your lies.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. You won’t be fooling me a third time.
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I want my Designing Mojo back. It’s been gone for like two years or so.
I miss being able to whip out a layout every week. What the Hell is wrong with me?
In other news, I gave Simba his parasite medication today. It’s really for prevention purposes. But every time I give it to him he makes this huge goopy, sticky mess of the stuff. As usual I had to shower and wash my hair, leaving my shirt to soak in the kitchen sink downstairs so the mess wouldn’t stain said top. Also had to clean the stove and stove top, kitchen closet door, and floor. Because he got it all over those spots too.
Now he’s playing (read: going psycho) with a feather I found in the backyard. I love that kitty. And I really want a second kitty to keep him company. Preferably a male tuxedo kitten. There shall be no spawning of demon kitties in this house, oh no.
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So, I slept like. A freakishly huge amount last night and i can’t explain why. It’s not that I was exhausted, because c’mon. I go to class for about an hour every other day and that’s a wrap. Not much stress in my life. But for some reason I slept tons.
About thirteen hours more or less. That’s is. Insane. Maybe I’m feeling sick or something? And to think I only meant to nap. That was the longest nap ever.
During the record breaking nap, my twin brother was playing Oblivion for the XBox. I’m not sure what was going on in that game but there was a lot of fighting and yelling. All that ruckus ended up seeping into my sleep and my dream wrapped around it.
It was hilariously funny. So funny I woke up laughing.
For those of you who watch House regularly or at least are familiar with the show, wonderful. I’ll go on rambling about it and the dream. For those of you not watching House, you can Watch House @ Sidereel. You don’t even have to sign up or anything, just sit back and watch the epic awesome that is House.
In my dream, House and his team (which in my head consisted of 13, Tao and Chase) were working on a case. So they were all sitting around the table and shooting disease names out at each other and so forth. They all start laughing except House because some gas seeped into the room and made them high.
Not kidding. They were high except House. All cracking up and whatnots. Number 13 (which I don’t know her real name and doubt House does too) says something along the lines of “But.. (chucklelaugh) We can’t figure it out if we don’t get this laughter out of our systems.. (laughlaugh)”.
House replies with “Okay, fine. You want to get the laugh out already?” Sitting in a wheelchair, House starts shaking around (to the sound of some crazy machine gun or rattling during my brother’s Oblivion session), especially shaking his legs. At one point he falls off the wheelchair still shaking “Rocky cliff!” And everyone starts laughing including House.
Even I laughed. I woke up laughing at the “sight” of seeing House half high and shaking around. It was just too funny.
I’ve prepared the steaks for tonight. Mmmm~ Can’t wait. I’m so sick of pork it’s nice to have steak again.
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Oh, Vista. How I’ve had it up to here (hand over head) with you. I’m so bloody tired and worn out trying to get this relationship to work. But it’s obviously one-sided. And you know what? I’m sick of being the one trying to make it work between us.
You’re like a big baby. I have to be taking care of you all the time. When we got together for the first time in April ‘07 I was actually giddy. You know me, I’m somewhat of a tech dork / girl. I thought “Oh my God, I have Vista on my notebook!” You were the cute new guy down the street most of us didn’t hate yet and were willing to flirt with you.
You were hot, with your awesome Aero look. And you were fresh, for some reason your parents (Microsoft) decided to rename a bunch of your folders and things and I thought “Well, sure. What OS doesn’t do a few name changes?” But you also had an attitude problem. Maybe I’m attracted to rebels? Not. You pissed me off from the beginning, not getting along with other programs. But I was blind and said “Hey, it’s my baby, okay? So he’s a little mean.”
You worked well with other programs thankfully after months. So I was relieved. But I also noticed I had to regularly clean out my closet because you kept storing so much crap (aka the damn shadow cache thing you have, you ate all my memory very quickly). So I had to keep reinstalling you until I figured out the problem. Thus banning you from storing your crap in my closets ever again (turning shadow cache off / system restore).
Things started to go really hazy between the two of us when you couldn’t even sleep well. You were paranoid and often “Blue Screen of Death”ed me after putting you to sleep or closing your case. You’re housed in a notebook. A notebook! How can you not go to sleep correctly?! That’s when the babying all began.
I gave you a wonderful firewall, wonderful antivirus, regularly scan you for adware and yet you decide to spit in my face and be all “I don’t need that” and get viruses anyway. I know you have a virus at the moment and I don’t give enough of a crap about you anymore to fix it. I really don’t. You’ve been one big problem after the other and I’m so tired of you.
I tried to cheat on you with Ubuntu (a distribution of Linux) but Ubuntu wouldn’t have it. Ubuntu wouldn’t work well with the sound card, maybe he felt bad for you. But there you have it, I’ve had a little fling with Ubuntu. I still much rather prefer Ubuntu’s company over yours any day of the week.
I know you’re insanely jealous too. With good reason, because everyone out there is better than you. Your older brother XP is better than you. Just about any distribution of Linux is better than you. BSD kicks your ass. OS X used to steal your lunch money and now he’s back to kick you in the groin.
But don’t fear, dear Vista. Don’t fear. When I get an iMac and hook up with OS X Leopard, I’m dumping your ass.
Love,
The crazy girl who’s pretending to write to an OS,
Munin
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