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Sweet baby Jesus. It is currently 11:34 pm Thursday, June 9.  I just realized it is Thursday and I hadn’t posted yet.

I’ve been working on a finance case study and feeling anxiety about my final project for my econ class.

I’m also getting sick again.  It started with a stuffy nose yesterday. I woke up this morning feeling like death.  I decided to skip the gym and sleep until I felt better. I finally got up at 11am because I was already disgusted with myself for sleeping that late in the day, despite the fact that I was not feeling well.  All day long I felt extreme sinus pressure and my voice sounded a little off.  Now my throat is killing me and I just hope this goes away before Thursday, when I board my plane for London.

This is how today began:

Strugz City!

Today, obviously, didn’t go as planned.

When I went to get my oil changed, I realized that the hood of my car wouldn’t pop open.  The dude at the oil change place was little to no help and when I called my parents (yes, both of them), they didn’t really tell me anything I wasn’t already thinking.  I decided to take my car to the dealership and be like WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! Except, I didn’t tell them about the scary noise it makes; I didn’t want them to take my car away from me! I just told the man that my little latchy-thing didn’t work and that the top part of my car wouldn’t open.

I spent the next hour and forty-seven minutes of my life listening to the Doppler radar report in the sitting/waiting area in the car dealership and reading the latest Newsweek.

Turns out the latch for the hood was corroded (or something???), so, for $20, they repaired that for me.  Then, they changed my oil because the man knew that I needed to get that done.  And they replaced my air filter because mine was apparently “pretty nasty looking.”

I mean, I guess I could have said no, but meh… if it’s something I’m breathing on a regular basis, I suppose I would like that to be clean.

So, 75 dollhairs later, I left the dealership and drove like a bat out of hell to Best Buy.

While I was waiting Janine (my car) to be finished with her high-maintenance bullshit, I had received a phone call from the Geek Squad at Best Buy, alerting me that my computer (JOY!) was ready to be picked up.  When I got there, I had to wait in line (Sucktown!) but I had ample time to people-watch, one of my favorite activities.  Finally, I was reunited with my computer, who had gotten a brand new motherboard.  All of my data remained on my hard-drive and everything was normal and perfect.

Obviously, the day turned into this:

Now I’m going to continue with my finance case study and drink some tea to ease my sore throat.

Please think happy thoughts and send me some “get better” vibes so I won’t be sick while I’m in Europe!! Also, thinking some “I hope you get the job you interviewed for this week!” vibes wouldn’t hurt either.

Believe it or not, I really am trying to get all my ducks in a row…

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Sometimes I think of seriously random things.

Obviously.

But there’s a thought that has plagued me since my senior year of high school. For those of you who either don’t know when I graduated high school or who do know and just suck at math, that was five years ago. FIVE YEARS AGO. WTF?!

Anyway, yeah, this random thought/question has plagued me since my senior year of high school. For five years, this has been rolling around in my noggin, unanswered.

I can’t even think about it for too long because it freaks me out.

Yeah, it’s one of those types of thoughts.

How big is the internet?!

I bet you weren’t expecting that, huh?!!?

I remember sitting in a computer lab in one of my writing classes senior year of high school and having a classmate interrupt me from further color-coding my planner to ask me, “dude, Katie, how big is the internet?”

I’m pretty sure he was stoned and, at a loss, I just laughed at his question.

My first thought had just been Good job hiding the fact that you’re stoned right now but, then, after he turned back to his computer to do anything other than what we were supposed to be working on, the question struck me as mind-blowing.

I can’t even imagine the work his brain was doing trying to wrestle with the infinite possibility of the internet. My mind was untouched by the effects of THC and my brain was exploding.

HOW BIG IS THE INTERNET?!

Seriously, it is huge. And it takes up no physical space. It must be infinite, right?!

Oh em gee. I can’t even think about it anymore.

So, yeah, I’ll leave you with that. You can ponder how big the internet is and just thank me when your brain explodes.