Losing Weight
I’ve somehow lost 10 lbs in 3 months. Unlike my BF, it isn’t healthy for me to be losing weight. I weigh 99.8 
Most teenagers weigh more than me.
Too much…
I’d be lying if I said things haven’t been somewhat interesting lately. Over the last five days I’ve flown across the country from Seattle to DC, driven from DC to Rochester NY (and then back to DC after just 12 hours in NY) to visit my BF’s grandmother who had her leg amputated due to gangrene. We actually weren’t expecting her to survive the operation. Now I’m back in Maryland where my brain is fried from Swedish studies and the internet is being dysfunctional at the apartment… It’s all a bit much.
Meanwhile my own grandmother just signed a waiver releasing emergency responders from performing life saving efforts, so I might soon be flying to Maine to say goodbye to my own last living grandparent. It’s been a great year so far, what with my Dad’s cancer diagnosis… and this… but I’m going to stop bitching now, because at least I’m able to cuddle with the BF every night right, and we found an amaaazing brewery up in Rochester (we get overly excited over good beer). Ahh beeeeeeer…
En route
I’m in the C terminal at SeaTac right now utilizing their awesomely free WiFi access, and it just crossed my mind that I’ve never sat near one of the drinking water fountains before. They appear to be programmed to produce a “water flowing glub glub” sound effect when the faucet is being utilized. It’s pretty entertaining…
Today has gone well so far, however I’m tired after sleeping for only about three hours last night. I was fighting off some pretty severe micro sleeps en route to the airport.
Check-in was a breeze, and I felt sorry for all the Delta passengers who were milling about the ticketing counter looking upset. If I were booked on a flight to the south I probably wouldn’t have bothered coming to the airport today… I mean… really? Have you heard the news or seen a weather report?
The TSA woman who checked my passport was really cool, and while standing in line I made a friend who lived in the San Francisco Bay Area for a while and knows of my hometown. The TSA guy who directed me through the metal detector complimented me on my T-shirt which reads, “I’m only here because my server is down”. Overall it’s been a happy TSA kind of trip!
Ah, actually there is one small exception. There was one TSA guy at the security station who shouted something about, “If you fail to take out and claim one little liquid in your bag — we WILL walk you!”. In response everyone in my line exchanged funny looks and were like, “Walk you? What does that mean?”. The girl behind me was like, “Did he say walk you, or lock you?”, so then the joke became, “Aw shit, they‘re going to lock us up”.
Well, that’s about it for me right now. Yeah, I still love traveling.
Adaptation
I’m almost completely packed up and ready to fly back east again. I’m pretty excited to see the BF so we can drink strong sangria and hot chocolate together (I don’t mean sangria and hot chocolate combined — ew). So tomorrow morning I’ll catch the #2 bus to Lakewood, and the #574 to SeaTac, and immediately after checking in you will find me at Starbucks… I need my Starbucks because during my flight I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on.
I hope I’m not seated to Ms. Sourface again though. That happened on my last flight over… For some reason I ended up sitting next to the most unhappy flyer I’ve ever seen. She wouldn’t even say thank you to the flight attendant.
Unfortunately our weekend plans have changed. My BF’s only living Grandmother was taken to the hospital and will be having her leg amputated. So I’ll fly into DC tomorrow night, and then Saturday night(ish) we’re going to drive up to Rochester NY to be with his family. We have to be back in Maryland before classes Tuesday.
He was so sweet on the phone earlier and kept apologizing for the change of plans and promising that we’ll have a romantic Valentine’s Day no matter what. We’re going to go back to the awesome cafe in downtown ROC that we went to together right after we first met. It should be pretty nice even if it isn’t all spent around DuPont Circle.
I’ll definitely be writing again soon! I have to go because I think a C-17 is about to crash into my house… (That’s an inside joke, and I’m sorry I had to expose you to it). Stop flying over my house Dave…
Zip Codes
You know what I hate? The people who ask for your zip code when you’re buying something at their store, or trying to navigate an automated phone system. I’m sorry, but do you know how many damn zip codes I’ve gone through in the last six years? Just accept my money or my phone call and deal with it!
Quoting Frasier
Daphne Moon: Feeling a bit lonely are we?
Niles Crane: Only when I’m by myself or when I’m with other people.
Addicted to Pet Society
So despite all my attempts at decreasing my internet distractions while I study and write my book, I freely admit that I’m addicted to the Pet Society Facebook application.
I consider myself a novice when it comes to Facebook games, because I usually lose interest quickly, and move on to more productive tasks. So when someone invited me to play Pet Society I read through a couple online reviews, saw there were a lot of active users, and thought, “Sure, why not? I’ll give it a try”. I didn’t expect to get sucked into the endless black hole of casual social gaming… and especially after all this time successfully ignoring a million FarmVille invitations!
My biggest problem is that I’m super competitive when it comes to game scores… As soon as I started playing around on Pet Society and customizing my pet, I noticed that a friend of mine had a score of about 9,800. So therefore it suddenly became my primary goal to reach 10,000 points.
After some thorough ‘How do I earn points as quickly as possible?‘, research and careful in-game observations (see, I put my QA Games Tester work experience to good use), I now currently have a score of 41,307. But even after beating my friend’s score in about 3 weeks, it seems to be difficult for me to let go now. There’s a monetary incentive to login on a daily basis, so I do that, and then end up wasting half an hour gathering more points.
So thanks a lot EA, for purchasing the Pet Society developer PlayFish for $275 million dollars late last year. I always knew I was destined to waste hours of my nightlife petting and feeding flash animation representations of cute furry animals. For the record I actually have a friend with a score of 340,000, but I assure you I have no desire to reach that level of insanity. No. Just. No.
The Numbers Lie
So, Facebook… how many friends do I have? 499 or 500? Please make up your mind. Thanks!
Sensibility
Today was a No-Fly day and classes were cancelled so my BF stayed at home in Maryland to watch the snow fall and wrap up a huge report due tomorrow… wish I was there to make hot cocoa. I’ve missed out on all the good snow! Apart from early December when my pipes froze, all I ever see here in Washington is a continuous drizzle…
I decided not to hang out at the café today but I’m going to take a short “motivational” walk to Starbucks so I can power up on a Java Chip Frappuccino. The last time I spent quality time at the café some guy in there had obviously nearly drowned himself in a bathtub of cologne that morning. He smelled like every variety of cologne in the fragrance department at Macy’s, all sprayed into the air at the same time. It was awful, and it gave me a headache. I really wish people would have more sense with their scent.
This morning I started to pack up for my flight on Friday and I was in the process of stuffing a travel sized hair dryer in my bag when I remembered that my BF has a really nice one at his house. In one of the rare moments when I’m extremely glad he was nearly engaged once upon a time, his ex left a hair dryer at his place for the times when she would fly over from Korea… and no, I don’t actually feel weird when I use her old hair dryer.
Maybe I’m just too resourceful… to me a functional hair dryer is a functional hair dryer that I don’t have to buy or fly across the country with. Besides, I have other things to worry about… like failed autorotations…
Yeah. Anyways… Starbucks here I come…
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