April 2, 1999

"Hi, my name's Rose, and I'm a geek."

So, I get this new program- Paint Shop Pro 5.0 (that rhymes, if you say it out loud. Go on- you know you want to. Repeat it, put it to music- you know you want to). Now I can create my very own web graphics and make things all snazzy and respectable around here. Well, in a few weeks anyway. I also got four big, technically-worded books that I simply must get through before I do anything postable. Simply must... that's an enjoyable phrase, is it not?

Note to silly serious readers- Go away, because this is one of those days where I'm going to tangent all over the place.

Anyway, the point of the first paragraph is to prove the first sentence. I was giddy about the new program (have you said it out loud yet?), and I figure this is something only a geek would do on their spring break. Two other things prove this- I actually plan to read all my new tech books, and the big highlight of yesterday was getting Daddy-dearest to take me to Barnes and Noble. I got the complete collection of the Han Solo Adventures and Out of Sight by Elmore Leonard. Good-goody gumdrops, I thought.

And while we're on the book subject- the other day I finally got around to seeing "You've Got Mail," and they actually mentioned the Betsy, Tacy, and Tib series! Now, to all my kindred spirits out there, you know how rare this is. The friend I was with is not a kindred spirit; he said "whatever." Pish. Anyway, now I'm on a quest to find the books and read them again. My face is going to be absolutely buried in books all April. Yes!

And while we were on the subject of "You've Got Mail"- great movie, by the by- and that's a movie, I'll tell you all the movies I've seen in the past two days. "You've Got Mail"(duh, how could you not know that?), "Ever After" (it's too great), "There's Something About Mary" (it had its moments, and I can see how the American public fell all over it. I will not say exactly what I'm inferring, but this is an inference that it's not really positive), "Rush Hour" (Chris Tucker is a genius, Jackie Chan is a popular suicidal maniac with a sense of humor), and "House Fries" (one could say I like Drew Barrymore flicks, but I'd totally beat them to it). If you read last week's 'seed,' then you know that my prediction of sitting in front of my computer all week is not accurate anymore. I'm also sitting in front of my TV.

I can't remember which it was, but I used the word 'the' 63 times in either my last Seed of Thought or True Ob entry. I think it was Seed of Thought, though. And I used the word 'and' 49 times. Don't believe me? You could count them, or just accept your loss of a cool insignificant fact.

I have a problem. It has to with the sounds people make when they have a sudden revelation or remember something that they just must tell anyone around them. Some start with "Oh," which is not the problem. Others start with a "u" sound without the beginning "y" attached to it. Like food, without the f and d. So how does one spell that? Oo? That looks odd, as does oo. Ew? No, that's just wrong. How about ou? This is the u sound without the y, isn't it? (Hint: think of the word you.) Anyway, here's why I just thought of that:

Ou! That song from last week's quote is called "Call and Answer."

Now, that's significant.

So, I'm looking at this picture. It's of him and me- him doing his almost traditional side-hug thing, me obviously pinned, but smiling. It's gathered a layer of dust, in more ways than one. But hell, there comes a point where you have to realize there are only so many things you can do with a picture. Of course, that doesn't mean you replace it. Is it not ironic that the frame actually says "Memories?" Giggle- it's funny, and these thoughts are somewhat outdated.

Another thing about "There's Something About Mary"- that kiss at the end seemed out of place. It looked like something at the end of one of those squeal-worthy films, where the cute couple has finally gotten together and you get tears in your eyes and wish you could have the same fairy tale happen to you. Then, of course, they shot the guitar player and reminded us all that this is not one of those movies.

The other picture on my bed table (did I tell you the other one was on my bed table?) does not feel outdated in the least, although looking at it makes me wonder if I committed a federal crime. After all, we were the only ones wading in FDR's waterfalls. And people wonder why I hide from black helicopters.

I had a band-aid on my thumb for a very long time- I fear the small amount of pain I might have felt had I taken it off. But now it's off anyway, and I have to say- the bloodless white of the newly revealed skin is not attractive. Kinda cool, but not attractive. Damn.

I wanted to put pics of me on Petals, but my stupid computer only creates these huge images that even me, Ms. Patient, wouldn't wait for. I resized them so they were all little and wonderful, and then when I came to post they turned into poster size. And if you've ever seen a poster-sized close-up of your face... well, nevermind. I'm not sure why this happens. If it sounds familiar and you've fixed it, I'll love you forever if you tell me how. And it kind of makes me mad that it doesn't work, because this picture I have of me, I'm in the closest thing I have to a Jedi hood and my hair's in braided pigtails. I mean, I actually like it.

Since we were briefly on the subject of Star Wars (it's okay if this confuses you, it was astoundingly brief) and I don't feel that I've bragged to enough people about it- my parents are letting me ditch school on May 19 to see Episode I. You gotta love it!

I feel like I'm missing things...

New game's been added, but you knew that..

I've begun the 23 day count-down to the Sheryl Crow concert Erin and I are attending...

My mouse has a new little plastic house in his cage. It basically came in pieces, and I had to construct it myself, so I made a pentagon. Unique, no? No, not really.

You know what this entry is lacking? A nice, concise, definitive bitch. And I'm luckily one of those people who can always come up with one on request, whether they're sincere or not. But since I injured my arm playing tennis the other day, and whenever I seem to get a nice complaint started, someone calls me on it and demands to get a word in on something that is so not a debate/ argument/ conversation (these things are just feelings that need not be solved or appeased or explained- I can deal with them by myself), I won't. ( if you just understood those last two words without re-reading the whole thing, I could hug you)

Oh, and did any of you notice that? If you did, do not tell me about it. I know. And if you didn't, good. Just move on.

Ach, let's just wrap this thing up, k? What I like about these last two entries- they really illustrate my odd train of thought. I mean, did you see any linear arrangement here? It's nuts. Let's see.. new CD.. Lisa Loeb and Nine Stories- Tails.... the song is "Stay": "And you say I only hear what I want to: I don't listen hard, I don't pay attention to the distance that you're running or to anyone, anywhere. I don't understand if you really care... You said that I was naive and I thought that I was strong. I thought "hey, I can leave, I can leave." But now I know that I was wrong, 'cause I missed you." Wowsers, that's a semi-long one. It's relative to why my pictures remain on my bed table, though.

Afterthought: One day I'll just post a entry without scanning it for spelling errors... you will lose all respect for me, I think.

Ou! You're thinking, what are you talking about, Rosie-posie? There're spelling mistakes all over the place! Okay, but those ones where there are actual letters missing from words are not my fault- they somehow get lost in the cut-and-paste process, and I'm just too lazy to fix them all. I swear!