FINALLY QUIT WOW!
Posted at 03:40 PM

That's right folks! I *QUIT* World of Warcraft. FOREVER!!!!

Why? Because I won't sit behind a computer while the best years of my life rot away on a computer game.  And while my body is still young and spry and while I'm still full of life and vitality, I am going to go out and live things up.  Wow is not for happy people.  Happy people just dont sit at the computer, enslaved to a screen day after day.  I mean, if I happened to be a stay at home mom with 4 bastard kids and nothing better to do, yeah I'd play World of Warcraft, but damnit, I am a hard working ambitious gal with her whole future ahead of her!

So I sold my WoW account to a friend on the server for $120, though I could have gotten more for 2 level 60's with exhalted factions, epic mount, and 719g to boot, quitting was more important than the money.

After a year and a half, I've wrestled my soul back from those devils at Blizzard.

On with the new Me!

Side note, why $120 you ask? This adorable little bikini from Urban Outfitters.

Designer's Bloc.
Posted at 11:39 AM

I hates it :(

Waaaah!

No new remodel of this blog for a few more weeks...

Musings on a Saturday Night
Posted at 12:08 AM

The air was warm tonight, the breezes were gentle.  I opted to walk across campus to studio tonight.  Taking in the sights, the sounds, the smells.  It's been three years now.  How different I was back then? How similar I have remained.

Atlanta, I have never liked.  I cherished the words of history Professor Flamming, "Atlanta is a city without a soul".   How I loved to grudgingly accept being confined here, when I could have escaped to sea-side San Fransisco or flashy New York for school.  And yet tonight, the shiny light atop the awful Bank of America building seemed to wink just for me, and the brightly-lit windows from the Suntrust building, Peachtree Towers, Bellsouth, and the Promenade 2 seemed to welcome me as I walked. 

What caused this change in heart?

I do not know.  But after 3 years of being at this wretched school no longer so wretched, I am finally appreciating my city.  Just as mold sneaks up on a loaf of bread, Atlanta just happened to grow on me.  

 Someone asked me once last year, a few weeks before I left to go study abroad in Barcelona, would I miss being in Atlanta?  And last year, I replied without even thinking, "Of course not!"

And so, this summer, I choose to remain here - rediscovering this city that I can finally call "Home".

Happy Couples...
Posted at 08:48 PM

and your Public Displays of Affection make me sick.

Get a damned room!

Curiosity
Posted at 08:26 PM

I saw an old man coming down the library steps today.  Salt and pepper hair, grandfatherly spectacles on the brim of his nose, a green sweater vest over a white shirt with a bow tie.   He carried a wold old black leather laptop bag with him, slung over one shoulder.  As he walked down the steps, I noticed something shiny in his hand.

It was an ipod.

Ipods seem to be fairly common on campus, so at first glance, everything seemed normal, but as I walked by the man, I began to wonder:  What kind of music would an old man listen to on his ipod? 

Would he be listening to today's music? Or would he somehow obtain mp3's of the songs he listened to back in the day? Perhaps it was a recording of a lecture or other?

Nostalgia
Posted at 11:44 PM

A great friend of mine once told me, "The good memories always beat out the bad ones."

I wasn't sure if I believed it back then, but today, I was at the store and I came across a package of Bloonies: Plastic Bubbles in the random toy rack.

It was near the end of the fall semester last year, and I'd gone out and bought a package of these plastic bubbles from the local Kroger on a whim.  I took them over to Matt's place that evening and while he was busy with his work, I opened the package and started playing with these bubbles.

I took the small, toothpaste tube-shaped thing and squeezed out a drop.  The substance that came out looked and felt very much like clear Nickelodeon gak.  I rolled it into a ball and stuck it to the end of the blowing straw, and began to blow an enormous plastic bubble, about the size of my head.  These bubbles come out somewhat like... if you were to make a bubble or a balloon out of plastic wrap.  I was incredibly amused and delighted.

Beaming, I waltzed into the other room to show Matt, who was just as amazed as I was and we began to bat these bubbles around the room like volleyballs.  Though he complained and complained about the awful toxic smell of the bubble substance, we still played with these bubble-balloons for quite a while.

The only word that comes to mind when I think of that evening is "Happy".  Pure and simple.  Never mind all of the psycho clingy ex-gf crap and all the griefing that followed it, I was happy then - really, *truly* happy.

Ipod Poll!
Posted at 10:14 PM

Those of you who are ipod owners, would you kindly take a few seconds to comment on where you got your ipod? (ie. won from a sweepstakes contest, got it for free off a free ipods offer site, bought it with your own hard earned money, found one, stole one, etc)

Just for curiosity's sake :)

As for me, I did the freeipods.com offers and got 5 more people to do the offers and after 5 months, they finally mailed me one!

Boyfriend Wanted!
Posted at 01:14 AM

Looking for a guy free of issues and problems!

No ex gf issues please!
No drinking problems!
No smoking problems!
No family issues!
No compulsive problems!
No clingy issues!
No souless, live-life-through-others issues!

Must be sensitive but not emo!
Confident but not cocky!
Chatty but not a bore!

Does such a guy exist??
I didn't think so. -_-

The Restaurant Conspiracy
Posted at 08:58 PM

So Monday night, my friend and her bf decided we wanted Indian food for dinner.  We decided to take the 30 min drive over to Zyka, this great Indian restaurant in the Claremont area (keep going on Ponce de Leon until it's not Ponce anymore).
There was an accident on the road that wasn't Ponce anymore, so we had to take a detour.  There was some really cute Emory guy who let me cut in front of him in traffic! (Time to stalk him on Emory's facebook now j/k haha)
So we took the detour, but ended up getting lost, so we stopped at a gas station to ask for directions.

Fortunately, the owner of the gas station knew exactly what Indian restuarant we were wanting to go to, and  he also knew that Indian restaurants were closed on Mondays. *ALL* of them.

While we piled back in the car, the discussion of why all Indian restaurants were closed on Mondays.  Then I recalled something about a lot of Chinese restaurants being closed on Tuesdays.  So my friend's bf came up with this idea:  perhaps the top mafia leader of the Indian restaurants had a meeting with the top mafia leader of the Chinese restaurants, and several other ethnic food restaurants and came up with the weekly plan.  Can't you just imagine it?

"Ok everyone, I've got Mondays covered.  Chang, you take Tuesdays.  Paco, you get Wednesdays..."

So disappointed and hungry, we stopped at the nearest restaurant.  This was an authentic Turkish restuarant, and while it didn't quite satisfy our desires for Indian food, their baklava was certainly fantastic!