My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

Attention: Perez Hilton is a fat wretched queen. I repeat - Perez Hilton is a fat wretched queen. Yes, we're all guilty of indulging in our celebrity gossip, and we all have the right to say whatever we want, but Perez is just a fat wretched queen who honestly has no business saying half of the crap that he says about people. Honestly, have you seen a picture of that ghastly 'mo? That is all.

Quiet apartment. But not for long...almost time for Hotel Babylon on BBC America. I've decided that if I ever end up moving back to NJ, I'll have to go somewhere that has Comcast. Simply because Cablevision doesn't carry BBC America, and I have determined that I simply cannot live without that channel. Gotta go, time for the show!

So I finally got a response from the retards at Hotmail - everything is gone forever and ever amen. I hate them. So, if you thought my Hotmail was the only way to get in touch with me and you've sent me something recently, you should resend it ASAP because I will be cancelling that account soon. Mircrosoft sux big time. That is all.

As we all know, today is September 11th, and this blog wouldn't be my blog if I didn't at least take a moment to remember the events of the day and reflect on where it has brought us. The loyal readers (all 3 or so of you) may remember that this crazy little project began six years ago on September 10, 2001, when I finally got everything to work and made my first mark on the blogosphere. I had no idea, just like everyone else in the world had no idea, that it would be so important to the story of my life. My accounts over the next few days, like so many other accounts, captured the fear and anger and sadness and confusion and the entire spectrum of feelings that we all went through at one point or another as we tried to wrap our heads around what had just happened to our world. As someone who had rarely let herself be affected by the world around her with the exception of rare events here and there, this was huge. My adopted city - the center of the universe, as far as I saw it

...but that's what happens when you're broke because things like a computer and food and gas are more important that going out and doing interesting things. Like going out and purchasing a BB gun so I can destroy the monster bug that attacks our screened patio every night. Since it's outside and we're on the 2nd floor, I'd have to kill it from the outside. Hence, the BB gun. And night vision goggles. Actually...I'd just need enough gardening equipment to rip up the sprinklers behind my building. Huh? Yeah...I just went onto the patio to try and get a look at the offending creature (so I'd know what size shot to use). There is no monster bug attacking our patio. It is a sprinkler that hits a tree and the back of the building over and over and over again. I don't know whether to be irritated over the fact that this is something that I cannot control or be embarassed to admit that I thought a gigantic killer insect was determined to bust into my screened pa

The author of one of my all time favorite books, Madeleine L'Engle, passed away yesterday at the age of 88. The New York Times has a really nice obit written up, if you're interested. I thought it was pretty cool that she didn't take any science courses in college but she later on was able to work amazing scientific theories into her stories. "A Wrinkle In Time," like I said before, is definitely on my top 25 list somewhere of my favorites. I still have my battered copy from sixth grade on my bookshelf, along with "A Wind in the Door," and I know I've read at least two or three of her other books. I think I re-read "Wrinkle" as recently as last year - hence the reason why it's so beat up. Years and years of re-reading an old favorite. I guess that's all I really have to say...it's always sad to hear that someone has passed, especially when it's tied to something you really love. We lost two great ones this week: Ms. L'En

The score of the Louisville-Mid Tenn game is out of control right now. Acutally, it's sad. Oh well, time for "real" NFL football, courtesy of the Colts and the Saints. Since the Colts beat the Bears in the Superbowl back in January, I am rooting for the Saints. Yeah, football!!!

I logged into my sporadically used Hotmail account today and saw that my account had been automatically upgraded. Inbox: 0 messages Saved: 0 messages Contacts: none My account has been completely wiped. OMFG. I had that account for like 4 years and I know somewhere along the way I am going to find out that I had something important in there and I may never be able to retrieve it. Does anyone know of a 800 number to call so I can kick someone's ass (verbally)? I can't even pull up old messages or e-mails and let people know that I have a newer address. I am so bugging out right now...I think I might even be slightly nauseous. I can't believe this. Someone had better get back to me with answers. And my f-ing e-mails and contacts!!!!

Thank god for awesome parents. They fronted the cash for my new computer...which I will be paying back on a monthly basis. For a long time. (Money's tight, remember?) Needless to say, this machine has an extended warranty on it as well. No more getting screwed by the man. You hear that, Apple? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I'm puttin' a foot up your ass! Otherwise...all is well, I suppose. Rutgers moved up one in the rankings this week, putting them at #15 while heading into their match up with Army tomorrow night. (Or is it Navy? I can't remember and don't feel like Googling it. I don't have an updated schedule widget either.) The weather is typical...freakin' hot with a 40% chance of thunderstorms. Every day. Hurricane Felix passed well to the south of us, but we're keeping an eye on another system to the east that's trying to organize and start something. Work is hard but productive. Except when I'm condemning my predecessor to a

...who has so graciously given me one hour of internet time, of which I only have 26 minutes left. I was shopping for a new computer. Yes, a new one. Yes, the shiny new laptop that I so cherished and exalted one Christmas morning is now nothing more than a glorified, 6 pound, $1500 paperweight. All thanks to a bad logic board (or motherboard, for you PC people out there). In other words (for the non-technologically inclined), my computer experienced brain-death about a week ago. And get this: Even though Apple knows that there's been a problem with the logic boards, they refuse to replace them because the problem has occured once all the computers are so conveniently out of warranty. Essentially, the consumer gets screwed by someone's cost/benefit analysis. Grrrrrr... So I have to buy a new computer. Which is not fun, considering that a new one will cost more than what I make in a month, and my budget has already shrunk considerably. I'm seriously considering cancelling my