17 December 2007

Hi, I'm Earth, have we met?

First off: 10 points to anyone that can finish the title quote.

Story time:

Saturday night, I was laying in my bed reading my camera's user manual. (Yes, I read those...they teach you wicked cool things to do with your camera!!) It was a little after midnight and I should have been sleeping, but I wasn't quite yet. As I'm reading about my color add feature (or whatever it's called...you basically have a black and white photo, but it'll keep one color in the shot) when I heard some dishes falling in our sink upstairs. I turned the volume down on my TV, but didn't hear anything else...so I just figured that our dishes hadn't been stacked well.

The next morning, my roommate told me that our dishes had been stacked just fine (well, that seems more logical as we are careful about our dish stacking), but that our dish soap had fallen into the sink. Oh wait, that's right...her CRAZY ex boyfriend had decided to climb through our kitchen window to see her, and knocked it into the sink. I always forget that part...

Yeah, you read that right, CRAZY ex boyfriend climbed through our kitchen window. She chewed him out about it, and I guess this morning he called her and asked her if we were all still mad about it. Um, let me think about that ... YES! I'm still beyond livid. In what world does a person think that's okay? I mean, breaking into an apartment full of single girls? Yeah, totally kosher. I shouldn't be upset at all. Not only did he freak me out, but he woke another roommate up. His reason: roommate wasn't answering her phone/was ignoring him tapping on the window. Hello, get the hint, lame-o.

So weekend recap: Crazy ex boyfriend breaks into our house, scares us shitless, and he can't understand why.

12 December 2007

Part of my Language-Loving Soul Died Today

Devastating News

Part of my soul died today. My cousin sent me this link today, that took me to the most devastating news. "w00t" is the word of the year, according to Merriam-Webster. I'm sadly disappointed in the rising generation. MW bases their candidates for this "prestigious" award, on the most searched for words. Don't get me wrong, I like the idea of language creation, but to what extent? The only comforting fact, in the article, is Global Language Monitor's list. "Hybrid" topped their list, thankfully.

This leads to interesting questions. Do I say that "google" is a verb, but not "facebook"? And if I can facebook someone, can I "myspace" someone? If not, why? In the spirit of understanding the rising generation, I've gone to urbandictionary.com to see what the Word of the Day. Today's is w00t. Interesting...I wonder if that's just a coincidence, or if they chose that word based on the MW findings? Yesterday's word: "wi-five," or "a high five that doesn't involve actually contact, normally over a long distance where a real high-five isn't possible." They further explain that it's a combination of "wireless" and "high-five." I'm glad they explained that, I'd have never understood. Monday's word is even better, it's "compunicate" or "When you are in the same room with someone, each on separate computers, and you talk via Instant Messenger instead of speaking to them out loud, in person." I've done that. I admit that I'm guilty of compunicating.

It's interesting to see what is being created. Maybe there is hope for the world, but when words like "w00t" earn the word of the year title, it makes you wonder...

04 December 2007

To Talk Or Not To Talk....

...that is the question.

I've been told twice this week, that I *perhaps* talk to my sister too much. What is too much?! She's my best friend, one shouldn't live without their best friend. I can't help it if graduate school has forced us miles apart! That's why cell phones were invented, to keep people connected. I don't think my sister and I talk too much. She calls me on her way to work in the mornings, and on her way home in the evenings. That's only twice a day. Sure there are times that I'll see something in the store, or hear something on the radio, and I call her to tell her about it. She does the same. But when she's your best friend, who else are you going to call?!

The first instance of being told I talk to my sister "too much" came in the form of my cousin. My sister called me last night (Monday) to talk to me. It was a quick conversation, I don't remember the content, but I'm sure it was mostly important. (Our conversations tend to be mostly important...at least to us....) After I finished the conversation (it lasted maybe a minute...just a quick question and answer moment) he started telling my roommates about the content of my conversations with my sister. It went something like this:

"Yeah, Cynthia will call and be like "Oh my gosh!! I just saw a tree...just had to tell you, bye!!" And then, like not even five minutes later, she'll call again. This time it's "Oh! Did I tell you the leaves on the tree were yellow....must be the time of year. Ok! Bye!" And that's their phone conversation. I don't get it"

My roommates all laughed, of course. I swear, it's not that bad. So what that we have more mobile to mobile minutes used than most people would think humanly possible? (This is looking at only her mobile to mobile minutes used. I'm pretty much the ONLY Cingular user that she calls. I use more mobile to mobile because my roommates all have Cingular.) This is why we bought the phones in the first place.

Then today, I was looking at my friend's phone in class. My sister has decided to switch to Verizon, as all her in-laws use Verizon. Therefore, I HAVE to switch to Verizon. I'm very particular about my phones (They have to look good, you can't just have something stupid. I'm sorry, I'm a snob.) and her phone was rather cute, so I was suddenly optimistic that I could, indeed, find a decent phone from Verizon. (Most I've seen are rather large and clunky looking.) Well, my professor overheard our exchange, so I explained the situation, because he thought I'd been sucked in by the 'network guy' and I had to justify myself. (Obviously...) He too ascertained that my sister and I talk too much. No amount of persuading could change the opinion.

Honestly, we don't talk that much. She's just my best friend. I'm her best friend. There's nothing wrong with that. And as she put it today, "nobody gets us like we get each other. I can't call my husband and get the same response, he just doesn't get it."