DAY 62

Appleton, Wisconsin
June 14, 2009
Sun 11:48 PM

back in appleton. work went quick today, a happy surprise as always. there for over eight hours, so when it goes quickly it's really appreciated. good drive back, and my tv is here as well. my parents went to the brewer game today, so they stopped by my dorm... oh my gosh, i just wrote dorm there... what's wrong with me. i'm messed up in the head. dorm... i haven't lived in a dorm in over two years. my apartment, they stopped at my apartment and picked up my tv... my 30 inch tube hdtv- oh yeah, they used to make tube hdtvs. the thing weighs a metric ton. it gives a great picture, cathode ray tubes give a better picture than a lot of the tvs out there today, but it's pretty impractical because it's so heavy and people like those nice, thin ones they can put on the wall like a painting. so, cathode ray tubes are a thing of the past... unless you're a poor, second-year college student who desperately needs an hdtv so she can watch her favorite movie on blu-ray disc and play high def video games. enter me, sitting in my dorm (right word this time) who finds a steal of a deal on bestbuy.com. this was the third television i had purchased, at the tender age of twenty. which, estimating from the number of people buying converter boxes at work, is rather rare. and, god-willing, i'll be purchasing my fourth one in the not too distant future. i'm this close *signalling with right thumb and index finger one centimeter apart* from having a full-time job, and i've picked out my "way to bag a job in worst job market in 25 years less than a month after graduation" gift to myself. i like gifts to myself... san diego, was a "happy graduation" gift to myself. there's a joke in my family that it's impossible to buy gifts amongst ourselves, because... well, when we want something, we buy it. now, before you think we're overly materialistic, we're not, we give about a quarter of the amount of gifts other families do during the holidays, and my mom drives a two-door '95 chrysler van. that pretty much sums it up right there. yeah, it's a two-door, a van coupe if you will. try opening the sliding door on the right side and you'll have a tommy boy moment, "what'd you do?" and i'd be willing to put money on the fact that the majority of the clothing items in my house were purchased at the jansport outlet store. sweatshirt bargin bin anyone? so, my family is not overly crazy, but, we each have our own thing. my sister is a typical girl who likes shoes and purses. i like electronics, and my parents... they're very content with what they've got and aren't really, well.... they're just hard to buy gifts for because they don't want anything. or won't say what they want. i guess that's one of those sacrifices you make as a parent. i'm probably too selfish to be a parent, or i'm just too much of a realist, i understand my limitations more than most people.

but, here's my dilema, i want the 40 inch samsung led because it's just going in my bedroom, and as much of a tech-junkie as i am, 46-inch is just way too big for my room. but, i just found out today that they now make a 240 hz led... which is twice the refresh rate as the one i was looking at. it's samsung's new 8000 series led line, but because it's brand new the smallest it's available in is... drumroll... 46 inches! so, i either have to wait, or, get a tv that will absolutely dwarf everything else in my one room-studio-apartment-bedroom-bungalow. that just there, made no sense, but it's getting late and i'm starting to get dilerious from trying to type a coherent blog and watch the west wing. i've already watched three episodes since starting this blog. seriously. i watched the really good one where the president bitch slaps a conservative talk-radio host who's supposed to be a caricature of dr. laura schlessinger. up right now is the one where sam gets equally bitch slapped by ainsley hayes, the republican strategist on the washington morning show 'capital beat.' and saw the two parter that takes place after the dramatic shooting at the end of season one. and i can say this, the george washington hospital emergency room is not that nice. it's fairly clean, but not that nice. i know this not because i was a patient there, but i was the good friend who sat there all night (with a midterm the next morning i should add... if memory serves me right i didn't do too well on it). it was my job to be the comic relief, of which i am uniquely qualified and excelled at, mainly because the only thing i was up against was the tiny television in the corner of the ceiling showing what i can only imagine was a late-night "king of the hill marathon." and i guarded my wounded friend from crazed homeless people, and i excelled at that as well. so, i know the gw er, and from what i've heard from other students at gw it is a right of passage to spend all night there. i guess if you aren't a president recently shot your minimum wait time is about three hours.

man, i love the character of leo mcgarry on this show, wonderful, truly. i really hope john spencer won an emmy or two for this role. right now he's talking to ainsley hayes. great episode.

and to quench my thirst right now i'm enjoying a tahitian treat. wonderful soda. i do believe the only place it exsits here in this village is right here in my basement refrigerator. whenever Skyscraper comes over he has one, out of enjoyment and principle because of its rarity. i got thirsty, and, true to my word, i grabbed a soft drink and not one of the many miller lites in the fridge. but, i've never had any affinity for light beer (or, lite beer) so it wasn't a big sacrifice. if i had been facing a fridge stocked with 1664, high life, and newcastle i would've earned a teetotaler medal.

there, i feel better about this blog. lately it's only been me recapping my day, and that's not that interesting to read. unless my day is spent playing baseball with the new york yankees or conducting open-heart surgery in an elevator. but those things rarely happen to me, so i'm stuck with the mundane, work, drive, blog, sleep, watch west wing. i can only be so creative, and because i write a new post each day its hard to come up with that amount of interesting material, day in and day out. i read today that the former cia chief accused cheney of wanting an attack against the us to prove his point that torture works... and does this surprise anyone? he is darth vader, the devil and, for all you harry potter fans out there, dolores umbridge rolled into one. i could've gone with voldemort on that one, but i personally think umbridge is more evil, umbridge is corrupt on top of evil, just like cheney.

tomorrow i have another meeting with my trainer at gold's, and i have to take a typing test. perhaps i should have practiced here by using proper capitalization and punctuation. It's a little late now, but better late then never, right? Anyway, if I fail at that, then I don't deserve the job. It examines my accuracy and speed, and for someone who's been blogging steadily for over sixty days now... well, I hope I can do alright. I had to retake a typing class in middle school just because the elementary school computer lab advisor didn't like me. Didn't like me, can you imagine that? I really couldn't so I always told myself that if a teacher didn't like me it was their problem not mine. I've really only had two teachers that didn't like me, I think only two. Maybe only that one. Maybe more, but they did a better job of hiding it. Whatever, all I know is I rocked in that class because I was too advanced for it. I finished the assignments way too quick and got to play solitaire and minesweeper the rest of the class. Anyway, I've now watched all four episodes on this the first disc of season two... i really need to go to bed now. but before i do i think i should just say this... i've been sitting here in the basement for about two hours and, while i see i've resorted back to my lazy typing habits, i have not yet seen one centipede.

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