Keeping Up with Kicking Out The Jones'

We have lived in this house for approximately 2 years. Our neighbors are the parents of the previous owners. Should that have raised any flags? Probably, but everything seemed fine at first.

Then it moved on to what I called our "silent fighting." They will park their cars too close to our spots, so at least one of us has to park down the street. It would be understandable if they didn't have a 2 car garage, vacant lot, and the entire stretch of street in front of the vacant lot. It didn't bother me terribly, though.

Now it is not so silent. Not in the "I hate you!" sort of way, but they are doing external renovations. All day, all the time. Now, I'm sure they're not doing this just to make us angry. They are however being extremely inconsiderate. How am I supposed to sleep until 3 p.m. while they've got bulldozers slamming around? Not to mention their chipper start at 5 in the morning last week. I really loved that, I should go tell them how much...

Doom.

The previous post stating the sudden demise of my cell phone was just the tip of the iceberg. The button did not last the expected one month, and came completely off that night. Verizon is being great about it, so I shouldn't really argue.

My brothers cell phone—double the price of mine, was stolen the next day. I thought for sure that was worse than mine being a little difficult to use.

Today, I spent the day out with my grandparents. I was charging my laptop when I left, as I frequently do. I didn't think anything of it, like the electricity-loving-humanity-believing-moron that I am. When I came home, all of the clocks were blinking. I assumed the rain was a little more problematic here, no big deal. Sat down at my computer and could only connect to other networks. Strike one. I was still connected though, as were all of the home computers, so how bad could it be? Well, I decided to take my laptop upstairs with me to play with the router. Strikes two, three, and death. My computer will only stay on while it is on the charger. I should mention that my charger broke approximately one month ago, in the finest of fashions. I went to remove the plug from the wall, when it broke into two pieces leaving the wires exposed. I have been using the extension cord style charger since. Maybe that was my problem.

Either way, the semester is over and I need to get to an Apple store. It is approximately 3 hours away. I assume I will need to leave my laptop there, which I am not ready to do.

Hopefully tomorrow my outlet life support will still be functioning.

P.S. The first two times I tried posting this, I received errors that it could not be processed. The apocalypse is coming. I'm supposed to send a report with my error code and what I was doing. So, if anyone ever reads this, I was eating pretzels and crying myself to sleep. -d00mxd4y5

This is Your Phone on Drugs.

I've become pretty dependent on my cell phone over the years. Sure, it calls people. It's also my alarm clock, my way to duck out of talking to others, and lets me know traffic situations. Safe to say I do not leave home without it. Priceless.So as I was casually text messaging today, I was pretty angry to see the center "button" slide off. It was a bit like losing a limb at first, until I slid it back into place and pretended nothing happened. Then I realized my center button is nothing more than a glued on sequin, and not even strongly. It's only one of the must used portions of the phone, why not just tape it on there.
Upon calling a friend with a similar phone (thus irritating it more), I learned that my send/enter/menu/shiny circle only has about 1 month to live after the initial rub off. The phone is only 3-4 months old to begin with.

Drew Carey Says..

Cleveland rocks.
It isn't news that I enjoy shopping. I especially tend to shop online, as it is just more convenient. Looking for a new home shouldn't be any different. I have moved a few times, and the internet played an integral role in our search. Had I been moving to the Buckeye State, I'm sure finding a Cleveland Ohio Realtor would have been a smart first step. I however would probably navigate the internet finding any and all information I could about homes for sale in Ohio. Area attractions, cost of living, schools, and even tips on selling your current residence—it's all out there.

Plus, Ohioians seem to have a strong sense of pride.

It's not her time. It's Hellga time.

At around 5 p.m., I realized today was Monday. That is only 3 days from Thursday, which is one day from Friday, meaning I have work soon. That was approximately my downfall for this week. I realized I really need to make the most of my free time.

So as I was watching Wheel of Fortune and cooking macaroni and cheese, a commercial for American Gladiators came on. As luck would have it, the show airs tonight. I was trying to decide whether the show makes me feel bad about myself or not. I think I've decided on the latter, but it was a tough 20 minutes of deliberation.

Also, I'm pretty sure the Wolf is a roid-raged version of once Idol'd Bucky Covington. Unless I am just trying to relate to American Idol, which is a reality show more of my speed.

When is the Last Time You Saw a Snake?

I am afraid of my own shadow. Amongst other things such as bees and heights, I don't think I fear anything too out of the ordinary. I'm positive if I were to see a snake, I would at least take a good sized step back. I don't like snakes, and would say I am afraid of them, but how often does one come in contact with a snake? It is one of the most common answers to explaining one's fears, yet I don't know when these people actually see a snake. I guess it would be different to fear them, and they probably feel it on a different scale.

During this semester, we learned about exposure therapy. Exposing the fearful individual to the object or situation that worries them. An example used was spiders. Showing a large picture of a spider, having a fake spider, and even a real spider for the sufferer to touch. I am afraid of spiders, but I honestly do not see how being unafraid of them could benefit me whatsoever. Sure, running down the street at the mere possibility of a piece of fuzz moving may be a little excessive, but I would rather do that than touch one. Ever.