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Take it or leave it

You know, I HATE when people call me up and ask for advice on electronics or computers or what not. And then they do the exact oposite and come compain at me when what they did breaks something.

IE, Evil Aunt is buying a new computer.She asks me what she should do. I say go to the dell.com website and find the best computer you can for what you are willing to spend. What does she do? Instead she goes to fucking QVC and buys a computer off there! UGH! She sends me the specs… She spent $900 at QVC, dell.com is selling the EXACT SAME COMPUTER for $359!! hahah

IE#2, nearly 6 years ago the G&G bought a desktop computer. I kept saying, get them a Mac, get a Mac, blah blah blah. I knew I would have to provide support for them, etc. The Evil Aunt kept saying, “No, I’ll help them, get them a computer I can help with, blah blah blah”. Well they got a dell, right off the bat I had to teach the Gma how to do everything. Some of the other family helped a little, but most of the stuff she had to learn I had to teach her. And of course now that things are really starting to get fucked up… She calls me up all the time with her problems! And it’s not EASY to talk her through things.. “You see the ‘File,Edit,View’ buttons at the top”? …. “No”. OMG! I don’t USE windows. I honestly have no idea how to do most of the steps in windows any more. If I’m sitting there using it I can do it, but trying to talk someone through deleting an Outlook Express account from memory is basically impossible for me to do over the phone. If we had got her a fucking MAC like I suggested years ago it would be NO PROBLEM!

Remember sex guy upstairs, the one that MOVED OUT!? Well the new guy is having loud sex at all hours of the night as well… And I’ve YET to figure out who the hell actually lives there. I Swear every day there’s a new guy walking in and out of there… There was one hot 20-something that was going in and out one day. YUM! But no matter who LIVES there, I’ve only seen MEN coming and going!

I am officially signed up for Tour De Palm Springs Yay! This will be my first Century (100 miles in one day!) Wish me luck! Anyone want to come out to Palm Springs for the weekend with me??? I’ll be gone all day Saturday, but Friday night and Sunday morning we can do something. Perhaps shopping at the outlet mall?

You know what’s amazing about SoCal in winter? You can ride your bike down the strand and see people wearing:

A) Laying on the beach wearing a bikini

B) Playing Volleyball in board shorts

C) Walking on the strand in shorts/t-shirt and flipflops

D) Sitting on a bench wearing jeans and a sweater

E) Walking the dog in a heavy jacket, stocking cap, and gloves

F) All of the above….

People are crazy!

I’m REALLY getting sick of people ditching me at the last minute for things. Ever since the New Year, I’ve been trying to schedule things for EVERY night of the week, be it staying in and chatting with someone, going to coffee, or hitting up a club.. I want to get out of my house. I’m tired of being stuck here.

Now, go back through and count the number of nights that I have actually gone out. It’s not near every night. Infact, it seems that MOST of my week-day activities get cancelled at the last minute. And I’m SICK of it. Chiba really pushed me over the edge on Tuesday night. He and I had made plans LAST week to go out to Beige. So I txt him at 3:30 to see if he’s still wanting to go. No reply. He gets online at 7ish and messages me… We talk for a while and after a bit I ask him if he’s still going, he says he will see…. So anyways, 9 comes, and he still doesn’t know, then 9:30.. He’s just now starting his HW…. So at 9:50 I tell him. I need to know if you are going or not because if not then I am going to bed or or if we are then I need to change. Anyways, so we got into an argument about it because it was very annoying and I just snapped because I’m so tired of people cancelling on me!

He called later that night and we had like an hour long discussion about it and how I’m so much more managed in my life then nearly everyone he or I knows here in LA. I manage my time, I manage my money. The only thing I can’t do is manage my social life! I also don’t double schedule things, so if someone cancels on me, I’m screwed. And double scheduling is a VERY LA thing to do. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to turn into an asshole just because I live here. Either way we talked and it was good, I wish we could have more in-depth convos like that to connect. It’d be nice at least. He called me again like an hour after that, I’m not sure what he wanted, but I was pretty sleepy so we just basically said Hi and then Bye. lol

Mayko said he really wanted to hang out for my Birthday, so that was nice of him. I’m thinking that Sunday I can head over his way and we can go shopping or something. I figure I can afford to spend like $300 on myself for my birthday. Maybe take a trip out to the outlet malls or what not, and I really like his style of dress, so that’d be fun!

I’m not too sure what I’m going to do for it though. I really wanted to have a group of people and go out to dinner, but since no one can ever commit to anything and two of my better friends are in a bitter fighting match right now, I just said screw it. So Friday night I’m pretty much not doing anything at this point, Saturday day I am doing laundry, that night one of the guys at work is having a bowling party which I may or may not go to depending on if I go on a ride Sunday morning. And then as I said, probably hang out with Chiba on Sunday afternoon. I’m also thinking of baking myself a Pink Champange Cake. Which behind Ice Cream Cake, is my favorite!

This morning I really wasn’t in the mood to roll out of bed, so I slept in till 6. I was on the freeway by 6:30 and traffic was already at a dead stand still. Why can’t I just work from home. Seriously, I NEVER interact with the people in this office.

Adios.

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