Saturday, August 18, 2001

Sat
18
Aug
2001

I Want My MTV Back

Wow, pretty much wasted the whole day. Went to work, came home, watched part of the Tough Enough marathon on MTV that Marcus was watching, napped until 6 p.m., went to store, made dinner, watched some VH1 Classic on the free Dish Network 150 preview and now here I am, needing to go to bed because I have to get up at 4 a.m. to go to work again. I live such an exciting life. The people who were supposed to look at the house cancelled. Oh, well, at least the house is cleaner than it was.

Watching VH1 Classic and the recent MTV 20th Anniversary specials made me yearn for the old days of MTV. Today's MTV lineup seems to be all reality young adult shows--Tough Enough marathon, Road Rules marathon, Real World, etc. I miss actual music videos. Not the hip hop crap that's on sparingly now. I miss Beavis and Butthead. I miss the Remote Control game show. Even VH1 never plays music videos. It's "Behind the Music" all day, every day. VH1 used to do Christmas videos all day Cristmas Eve and Christmas Day. They didn't even do that this last December. Losers. I miss the 80's. I'm so glad I got to go to college in the 80's. My college roommate Angie and I used to be a metalheads (Van Halen, Motley Crue, Scorpions, Ratt, Ozzy, Bon Jovi, Poison, etc.). Oh, those were the days. I used to have really big teased permed hair. The drinking age was still 18, so there were 3.2 dance bars that had quarter pitcher nights. Those rocked. *sighing, with fond memories*

Friday, August 17, 2001

Fri
17
Aug
2001

I’m Broke

Dang, I feel so poor now. I got my car back around 6 p.m. I'm $970 more in debt than I was when I woke up this morning. Major bummer. At least my car's engine isn't knocking anymore and it doesn't smell like burning oil. What can I expect driving 100-150 miles each and every day? At least I don't deliver pizzas in it anymore. I'm getting depressed thinking about all the stuff on which that much money could've been spent. Stop it.

I should be doing some housecleaning right now. I can't say I feel like it. I want to crawl into bed and hide. I hate getting the house ready for people to look at it. I feel violated. Is that weird?

Here's a great comic bit about INTERNET HELPDESKS. Marcus showed it to me on the high speed connection at CompUsa after we got my car. All the employees were entranced. You could hear them laughing all over the store. At least it got the salespeople to leave us alone and let us browse in peace.
Fri
17
Aug
2001

I Can’t Work a Mouse Left-handed

I'm hanging out at Dad's apartment for a few while I'm waiting to go pick Marcus up at work (the car is still in the shop). Man, cable internet rocks! I wish our house would sell soon so we can move to town and get high speed internet. I need to get a new job, but I don't want to look while my living and school arrangements are so unstable. Somebody is supposed to look at it tomorrow, so I've got some major housecleaning to do when I get home. Oh, boy. I really let things go the last couple of weeks when I wasn't feeling well.

I keep forgetting that Dad is left-handed so we set the mouse up for him to use it left-handed. Keep clicking the wrong buttons!

Thursday, August 16, 2001

Thu
16
Aug
2001

Yay for Broken Cars

I had to put the car in the shop today. I knew I had an oil leak and the burning oil was making smoke pour out from under my hood. The estimated damage: $1000! This on top of the smallest paycheck I've had in months because the sales have sucked so bad. Why me?

Joke sent to me today by my friend Rev:
WHY MEN ARE NOT SECRETARIES
Husband's note on refrigerator to his wife:
"Someone from the Guyna Colleges called. They said the Pabst Beer is normal."
My boyfriend gave me a web site to check out. I thought it was pretty cool. I wish I had a fast internet connection. It took forever to watch.

Tuesday, August 14, 2001

Tue
14
Aug
2001

I’ve Been Linked

I just wanted to say "Thank You!" to Laura for linking to my blog. It's the first link I ever had. It's a real honor to be linked by such a web goddess. Thanks for noticing me.