If I could describe my mood today...

[beautifulduckweed]

...I think it'd be "bulletproof." Not in the "wax me, mold me, heat the pins and stab them in" Radiohead way, but in a "Wow, awesome things have been happening in such quick succession that I'm pretty damn sure I can deflect bullets with the sheer amount of Awesome and Win I am exuding" sort of way. Not that I'm actually eager to deflect bullets or anything. ANYWAY.

1. My laptop arrived yesterday. My glee over this fact can be described as massive. Tremendous. Gargantuan, even. </snagglepuss> I got a 14" Thinkpad T60, which isn't as sexy as a Macbook, no, but it's built like a tank, it can (allegedly) survive minor drink spills, and the warranty I got for it was more comprehensive than Applecare while costing about the same.

1a. Relatedly, the Computer Dude here at work gave me a free wireless access point. I will attempt to set up a wireless network at home some time this weekend. Wish me luck, kids!

2. I have soooo much new music to listen to, partly thanks to the Multnomah County Library, but of late it's been largely due to ccarrico, whose tastes are every bit as omnivorous as mine. Our preferences aren't entirely congruent, but there's a decent bit of overlap, and expanding in directions I don't normally go into (even if the new bands don't turn out to be My Favoritest Thing Ever OMG) is fantastic. The music swapping has been fast and furious. (Without danger to manifold, even.)

3. I stumbled across this extremely amusing poem today by convoluted means that I no longer remember: "Hate Poem" by Julie Sheehan.

The blue-green jewel of sock lint I’m digging
from under by third toenail, left foot, hates you.
The history of this keychain hates you.
My sigh in the background as you explain relational databases
hates you.
The goldfish of my genius hates you.
My aorta hates you. Also my ancestors.

A closed window is both a closed window and an obvious
symbol of how I hate you.

4. I received a notice from Rutgers Newark today, telling me I've been accepted. Holy fucking shit! My first choice is still Lewis and Clark, but it's nice to know people want my hot hot ass. And by "ass," I mean "$100,000 of my money and 3 years of my time, blood, sweat and tears."

5. After watching this video clip, I am stricken with a fierce desire to own a pair of pointy ankle boots. POLKA-DOTTED pointy ankle boots.

Help.

My desire for pink leotards covered in sequins is still completely manageable.

(Thanks to Sarah for helping me wake up with some Solid motherfucking Gold.)

Comments

[linettasky.livejournal.com]

Yay! I celebrate your bulletproofedness! It's sunny outside right now. Did you know? I'm going to go out in it.

[misshepeshu.livejournal.com]

Holy fuck yes I've noticed it's sunny outside.

The only chink in my bulletproof armor. I want to be outside. Preferably with people I like and who'll entertain me and put up with me as I ramble about the assorted thoughts rattling in my head.

[bamgalace.livejournal.com]

CONGRATULATIONS, YOU WHORE!! I'm so proud of you. My Candy's all growds up and becoming a soul-sucking lawyer. *sniff*

[misshepeshu.livejournal.com]

Thanks, sugar-tits.

[bamgalace.livejournal.com]

Also... "chink in [your] bulletproof armor"? Racist whore. YOU'RE RACIST!!

[misshepeshu.livejournal.com]