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Strange. I haven’t really written anything interesting in weeks but my stat table shot up today… Now here I am (again) wishing I had google analytics so I would know what the reason was. Damn you simple wordpress blog, damn you.

Highly related; I took a personal day yesterday. I wasn’t planning on doing this but for some reason I pulled an all-nighter and didn’t go to bed till 7:30 am.  Consequently I got 3 hours of sleep (on the couch) and when I woke up I didn’t really feel like moving, at all. So I didn’t move. That’s not true, I went to the bathroom a few times and let the dogs out and might have gotten some food from the kitchen; but I didn’t move much. Mom was not too thrilled about this but I assured her (in a loud voice that could be confused with screaming) that while I may not be at work, I am still working. Obviously that’s a lie. I was extremely productive though.

The all-nighter is actually a little embarrassing. No, I wasn’t out partying it up. I wasn’t drinking or smoking or taking speed or lines or anything (those last two I don’t actually ever do).  I was… I was… sigh, ok, somehow I got extremely motivated (I wish I knew the source of the motivation so I could bottle it and spray it on whenever I need it) and around 10 pm I started working on my new website I was talking about a week or two ago. I looked at the clock at 12:40 am and told myself that at 1 am I was going to bed. Didn’t happen. I got fucking addicted to finishing the site. Pathetic. The next time I looked at the clock only b/c I could hear birds chirping and thought that was strange: It was 5:30 am. Dagger. The whole night flew by. Going to bed at 5:30 am seemed like a lost cause so I gave up on sleep and focused on working. Around 7:30 am my body demanded sleep and my brain was rebelling (it was already thinking about the work day ahead and was not excited about it).

I put my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. Literally 2 minutes later my mom walked in the family room where I had just laid down. Shit. Do normal people really wake up this early? I pretended I had been asleep for hours on the couch. She was loud as fuck doing dishes in the kitchen but I still managed to pass the fuck out fast. In the small amount of non-REM sleep I got I had a dream that basically haunted me all day. Thank you brain. Stupid bitch (my brain’s a female, like myself. Duh). Details shortly.

I woke up thinking I was going to go to work but then the whole “I don’t wanna move” mood hit me so I picked up my computer and yup, I got back to work. All day I worked on that fucking site. Making a website is not easy. It was kinda fun though. Especially when things started to fall into place. It was easier to do during the day; the night before I had taken a few xanax to go to bed (didn’t work) so I was beginning my website building journey under the influence. It made it much less stressful but ultimately backfired. I would finally figure out how to set up a database and rejoice (congratulations! You now have a database!) only to be directed to the admin login page and… umm (think think think)… what the fuck is my user name and password!??!?  Ughhhh why is this happening to me!??!! My face falls. I can’t remember my info. Why didn’t I write that shit down? Curse you brain. — Anyways… things like that… happening all night long. Yes, daytime is def the best time to do work. Trust me.

The site is up and running but I want it to be perfect and it’s not yet, so I’ll letcha know when I’m totally done and give y’all a link! I’m so excited!! I feel uber smart and accomplished. As well as exhausted.

The dream was about the ex; which really threw me off my game (or whatever I’m usually on) for the day. I haven’t had a dream about him or even with him in it since… since… I have no idea. Since last year maybe? Where did that come from!?!? It wasn’t very interesting except that we were at his parents house and it was a castle and his mom was being really cool towards me (she’s a huge bitch in real life. Huge. Bitch). Things we fine. We weren’t together in my dream (together meaning relationship). I remember wondering what the fuck I was doing at his parents castle and that I didn’t really wanna see him at all but didn’t know what to do. Then there he was (looking chunky btw. HA) and we caught up on life and things were not bad. The dream isn’t the story really. The story is what happened while I was telling BFF about my dream on our way to HH that evening. It’s a very short story.

My blackberry vibrates. I have a facebook notification. I read it and momentarily choke on my tongue and had it been my old car I would have thrown my phone at the windshield; not to GiGi though. Never at GiGi. The ex has sent me a friend request. AGAIN. THAT’S THE 3RD OR 4TH FRIEND REQUEST IN LESS THAN A YEAR PEOPLE. IGNORE. IGNORE. IGNORE. Can you NOT take a hint?!?!?!? Have you no pride?!?!

I was spooked the rest of the night thinking the ex has ESP and knew I had a dream about him. I mean… that is a little weird right? Coincidental? Definitely. Creepy? Totally. Pathetic? Ohhhhh yeah.

Off to a MLB game now =). HURRAY for the weekend!!!!!

A New Beginning

This is either the stupidest thing I’ve ever done or the smartest. Can’t tell yet. I’ve decided that WordPress.com (though it has been very good to me and introduced me to blogging for which I will forever be thankful) is too restrictive and it’s come to a point where I feel like I am not under creative control of my blog. Control (and now creative control) is my #1 love and I have to have it. Therefor… even though html, css, ftp, dns, bla, bla, bla, and anything related to web design jargon is basically alien to me… I’ve decided to take control of my blog and start hosting my own site.

GASP! I know. But… you don’t know what you’re doing! I know. But, but… how are you going to host your own site if you aren’t fluent in web design? I have absolutely no idea. But I do know that I just spent $100 for a full year of it. So, if I ever had a good reason to learn… this would be it.

Honestly I am freaking out a little bit b/c I don’t want to lose all my previous posts and comments and fuck everything up royally (that would be worst case scenario), but I have a good feeling about this (and that’s not just the xanax talking). I’ve been wanting to learn and do this for a while now and I’m confidant that I will. So I just did it. I’m trying not to think of the cute clothes I could have bought with that $100 and instead think of how this is going to challenge me intellectually and creatively and how much I’ll gain from that (which wouldn’t have come from purchasing clothes). I am super excited.

Bed for now. Tomorrow my work begins. But don’t give up on my blog! (That’s another one of my fears) I’ll still be writing here until I’ve gotten the basics down and I’ll import everything to my new sight asap. Any helpful tips would be highly appreciated. The only local web design ‘friend’ I have is my brothers ex-girlfriend… so I can’t really go to her for help. Even if he said I could ask her I wouldn’t do it; after the way she fucked with my brother… I’d rather not talk to that self-righteous bitch again, esp to ask for her help. Nope, that bridge has long been burned. So I’m on my own.

Wish me luck or give me pointers. I think the new 20somethinginsight is going to be fucking fabulous. I can’t wait to get started!

PS- Tomorrow I’ve got some interesting things to talk about… Ta-Ta for now! =)

April Fools… And I Fell For It

In the midst of everything that’s been going on right now I totally forgot that today is April 1st. AKA April Fools Day. I mean, I knew it was the first of April but who does April Fools pranks anymore?!? I didn’t even think about a possible prank at work, home, happy hour, or anywhere for that matter. I haven’t pulled an April Fools prank since… since… I’m thinking elementary school. I guess in the corporate world, where life just sucks a bunch of ass, employees get bored. Employees are constantly bored (I know b/c I am one of them) and some of them look for reasons/excuses (like April Fools Day) to make a funny. All in good fun. Good for a laugh or two in a day full of ‘business as usual’.

Not so fast. I know the world doesn’t revolve around me (logically… I guess) but I felt like this joke was a personal attack ( I always think that. And I always think people are talking about me). Needless to say… I didn’t laugh. I mentally freaked out; then I verbally freaked out on the prankster. April Fools bitch. I know where you sleep at night.

Mr. Funny Man?? MY OWN BROTHER. The Joke?? Well… I got to work, booted up my computer (previously open tabs loaded) and then got down to actual business. I’ve been working since I got here; which actually hasn’t been that long, but still… you get the point. I ignored my computer while working. A big step for me.

30 minutes ago I get a facebook notification on my blackberry saying BFF tagged 4 pictures of me. Naturally, I wanted to see if these pictures were flattering or um… the complete opposite (picture me drunked up either dancing like Cameron Diaz or making awful kissy faces that at the time I thought oozed sexuality). So I go to my facebook tab. It reads Error. I reload… and this is what I see…

• *** WARNING-YOU HAVE ATTEMPTED TO ACCESS AN UNAUTHORIZED WEBSITE INAPPROPRIATE FOR WORK. THE CONTENT OF THIS WEBSITE COULD BE POTENTIALLY HARMFUL TO THE COMPUTER NETWORK. YOUR IP ADDRESS HAS ALREADY BEEN RECORDED AND FORWARDED TO UPPER LEVEL MANAGEMENT. PLEASE SEE [THE BIG BOSS] IMMEDIATELY TO REVIEW THE APPROPRITATE USE OF COMPANY PROPERTY AND THE PROFESSIONAL CODE OF CONDUCT****

I’ve since learned that other people in the office were freaking out and didn’t know if they should go see the boss man or not. But I’m the bosses daughter; so when I said earlier that I freaked out, I really meant that I got really really pissed. I wanted to see the posted pictures. I start scouring google to find out how to get around the facebook block. Seriously. All while cursing my dad and our IT guy. I’m smart enough to know that downloading free shit to get around websites without knowing what I’m doing could give me nasty viruses but one person (on yahoo answers) said to try Internet Explorer if you’re currently using Mozilla. I thought that made sense. Maybe they had overlooked Internet Explorer. I open up IE, type in facebook.com, and I see this…

FROM: [BROTHER'S NAME]

I’m officially fuming. I begin planning my attack on this so-called brother of mine. 5 Minutes later my brother walks in my office and just by the look on my face starts laughing his ass off. I am not amused. He’s ecstatic. I’m about to pounce and rip him to shreds.

Me: “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?”

Brother: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Me: “IS THIS PERMANENT!?!?!”

Brother: “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA OMG OMG AHAHAHAHA”

Me: “THIS IS NOT FUNNY! I HAVE TO SEE IF BFF POSTED UNBECOMING PHOTOS OF ME!”

Brother: “Alright Jeeeeez calm down.”

Me: “Did YOU do this?!?”

Brother: “Of course I did.”

Me: “How did you know how to do that?”

Brother: “I know everything.”

Me: (snort) “Riggghhtt… Did the IT guy help you?”

Brother: “Yeah.”

Me: “FIX IT.”

Brother: “Ok, ok it was just a joke.”

Me: “Well, it wasn’t funny.”

Brother: “You shoulda seen your face.”

Me: “I see my face all the time. Go. Now. Fix it. I’m gonna hurt you.”

Brother: (mocking me) “Oh nooo what am I gonna dooo??? I need my facebook!”

Me: “Seriously… Lots of pain.”

He fixed it. Facebook is now up and running. And I guess it was a little funny. At least my brother is very pleased with his prank; “LEGEN (wait for it) DARY” as his gchat away message reads. Great. I’ll never live this one down. Happy April Fools Day Everyone! Any good pranks at your office?

My New Computer Is SICK

Sick as in wicked awesome. It’s red for starters, love it, it’s got a 15.4 inch screen, the keyboard silently clicks in the smooth way I’m obsessed with, there’s a built in camera… oh yeah like a Mac only better. I’d post a pic of me but I look like ass right now. It’s Saturday afternoon yo,  cut me some slack. My friend .5 and I played with it for a sec last night after work and decided that the camera is not very flattering… There’s no way we’re actually that pale and deathlike… Must be a glitch in the lens or something So I’ll have to try to get that fixed/take a shower and put on bronzer or get my ass to a tanning bed asap. Check out the inside.

So the worst thing that could possibly happen to me (my old computer crashing) actually turned into a Godsend in the form of the new Dell Latitude E6500. I Love It!! Now I just need to get all my bookmarks back and upload everything that was salvaged from my old computer (including blackmail pictures of the ex, and I think you know what I mean by that. Thank goodness that was saved, not that I’ll ever use it. Unless he does of course… which I pray never happens.)

Now I’m thinking of names for the new comp. I’ve never named my computers before but this one definitely deserves one. I was thinking of a couple but none seem to fit yet. In fact they’re awful.

Options:

The Devil Dell… that’s honestly all I’ve got right now hah! I was thinking a lingual play on words like rouge (French for red) or caliente  (Spanish for hot) I dunno. I know the name will just come to me like it did for my truck (GiGi) and it’s a personal thing… but input is still appreciated. Soooo, any thoughts?

and then my computer crashed

So last night I’m working late trying to get some stuff done for a meeting we had today when BAM! Blue screen. I think “no big deal” I’ve seen the blue screen before. Besides, my horoscope said that January was an excellent month for me in the communications realm, right?

Horoscope be damned, this time the blue screen was a big deal.

IT guy: “I uh, I think your hard drive is toast.”

me: “HAH toast. Wait, What!?”

IT guy: “I mean it’s fried. You cooked it.”

me (fed up with the food analogies): “But you can fix it right? I mean, you’re the computer guy…”

IT guy: “I’ll try but… I mean it’s really not surprising, it is after all just a mechanical device and mechanical devices crash sometimes.”

me: “Yes, Yes it IS surprising. It’s not just any mechanical device, it’s my computer. That laptop is my life.”

IT guy: “Well did you back up your stuff on an external hard drive?”

me: “Of course not, that would be too easy. I trusted my computer and now it goes and stabs me in the back like we never loved at all.”

IT guy: “Right… um well leave it here I’ll try to extract some files for you.”

Dear Computer,

How can you treat me like this after all we’ve been through?! I thought we would be together at least another couple of years and I thought that when you did decide it was time to move on that I would see it coming. I thought I would have a chance to collect my things and say my goodbyes.

Just to up and desert me without any explanation is so cruel. How could you do this to me I depended on you. You were my rock and now you’ve left me with nothing. You even took all our pictures with you. Those really meant something to me and you knew I hadn’t gotten any of them printed yet. I’m just so hurt. The past 3 years of my life I wasted on you and I have nothing to show for it.

I hope you never power up again. In fact, I hope they wipe your memory so you’re nothing but a hollow shell and you have to live like that for the rest of your pathetic computing life, hopefully in a box with other discarded inconsistent mechanical devices in someones attic. We are over! I will never try to turn you on again.

Sincerely,

The only one who ever loved you