Beware of Greeks Bearing Gifts

My desktop computer has been officially infected with some sort of nasty. I get these fakey warning boxes popping up everywhere. The kind where I know if I click it, It's taking me to more virus-y websites. ALL the time. I'm hoping that it's failed to access "personal" information on my computer but it does make everything horribly slow and absolutely impossible to be effective. I can't even open up any browsers without being bombarded with utter CRAP.

I tried to instal AVG, free spyware remover junks, but my trojan has actually infected me so much the damn spyware taker outer can't be properly installed. Super lame. I've run like 3 -4 different kinds of scanners, no luck. I've tried manually deleting it, but believe me, I'm not THAT computer savvy. The guy even disabled my task manager somehow.

I can't very well reformat my computer mostly because I don't have all the discs or programs to do so. I'm considering just going out and buying fancy spyware, anti viral programs. But that'll be like 80 bucks. Which is 80 dollars I don't have. Too bad, so sad.

Let's hope I figure SOMETHING out.

The Blues

I'm only a little dissapointed that everyone has seemingly forgotten about my birthday this year.

I didn't want some big regalia but from the select few just a something, anything.

Everyone's seemingly busy. I'm just dissapointed, is all. A sad, sorry little puppy

Like this one courtesy Martha Stewart's Blog

The Complete guide to Animal Sydneys

Any one doing anything exciting for halloween? Can't figure out what Adam and I are doing. If anyone's interested let me know, maybe we could do something exciting. (dancing?)

And here's the last of the pictures for now...

Old zoo pictures of the one and only me! The 1st one is my favorite

Oh Mickey, You're so fine

Oh, and here's one of me trying to jump into a picture with tons of people I don't know, my sister, and Mickey Mouse at a wedding that I went to a couple of weeks ago in DisneyLand.  (that's the certified real Mickey Mouse!) As I walked away I screamed like a teeny bopper "I love you Mickey!!!!" And I meant it. Take that.

(PS I actually know a LOT of the words for that "oh mickey" song. more than the normal person knows. really.)

let's Mexigo!

Now, here is the only proof that Adam and I went to Mexico for our Anniversary. surprisingly enough there's a minimum amount of pictures. (Busy doing something else? no way, that's vulgar. We spent most of our time eating)

Butterflies after zip lining in the Sierra Madres

We came back to our room looking like sailor moon transformed in it. Rose petals, hearts, and magic.

And here I am stuffing my face with what is presumably a hamburger. Could be a hot dog, if you ask me. Note: nacho cheese sauce on my plate for dipping. Glutton.

Dog Days

I'm on adam's computer. So I figured I'd update with super awesome pictures that I've not ever put up. Starting with Tsunami:

Here she is before the accident. circa June/July. Adam and I took her to the beach on/around her 2nd bday. Here she is jumppping in the water. Loving life.

Here's the 1st day after the surgery. She was incredibly pathetic and sad. Groggy and out of it. She just lay in our laps like the world's most pitiable pup.

We affectionately called this mechanism "The Fuck-Me" boot. Tsunami wasn't a fan and while it was so ridiculous it was cute I can easily say that I hope to never see it again. Someone couldn't pay me to go back to those days.

Cone, boot, sad tired face.




That's pretty much it for Tsunami. Don't worry, She's pretty much fine now. She still sports the cone most of the time cause she'll chew her leg till it bleeds (tries to get to her robot parts. She can walk and run and jump (thank god after 10 looooong weeks!!!) pretty much normal. Happy little cyborg pup.

Tidy

Well, My Dear Readers,

I've officially cleaned my room. Not that I keep it very messy usually. I somehow grew out of that pigsty of a room stage. I thought I never would given that I had it so bad. I figured it was just a personality trait. But lo and hold, as an adult I actually prefer a neater, tidier room enough to keep it neat and tidy.

But today I clean-cleaned. Earlier this week I cleaned the bathroom (scrub down of the toilet and sink, reoganization of all my bathroom junk) so that was pretty much clean.

So tonight I desmelled and vacuumed my carpet (there was a little tsunami in the vacuum dump tank!).

I COMPLETELY reorganized all of my shelves, display areas, nightstand, and... a lot of shelves. I realized that there were too many decorations/toys on some shelves making it look cluttered and dirty even when cleaned off, so I relocated a bunch and they're all smoothed over now. I even cleaned off all the dust and muck. I even threw all those old receipts away! Oh, and I rearranged my Pablo Neruda alter. And my desk is super spick and span.

Oh, and most importantly of all, there's been this HUGE stack of clothes on this extra mattress I have that I actually planned on never putting away. They all have to be hung on a hanger in a closet. My LEAST favorite thing to do. I don't mind laundry or folding or putting in drawers. It's hanging I hate. So there was at least 20+ items I was letting pile up and look like a COMPLETE mess. But tonight? I actually hung them all. And even properly arranged them in my closet (I used to be really psychotic about color coding the clothes I hung. But this time I just seperated hoodies, sweaters with no hoods, light sweaters, coats, and skirts. Not too anal, right?)

I feel utterly accomplished. Nice super clean and shiny room. If a certain someone would let me borrow their certain camera and possibly a cord maybe I could have taken picture of my newly cleaned room. But now that chance has come and gone, completely undocumented.

Oh, I also went through my clothes and closet for things to go to my Uncle's garage sale. I'm not very close with my uncle. I have such a large family it's pretty difficult to be close to anyone beyond pleasentries (although I used to see everyone at least once a weekend. But I was only a kid then...) but especially my Uncle because he's more distant than the rest. Never goes to family parties, barely talks if he were to, and is generally uncommuncative with me in any shape or form. But his daughter, my cousin Jenna, I actually grew up REALLY close to. We spent almost every weekend and every school holiday with one another, and as we grew up we depended on each other for general friendly care taking like rides and friend problems. (I'll admit that at times I've felt it was just a tiny bit one sided although, I try to never hold that against her). So, because I was so close with his daughter, I think he may be slightly more attached to me than any of my other cousins but that doesn't change the fact of our relationship. We just aren't close. Either way, he's recently been diagnosed with Cancer (is that a capital C? or lowercase?) . He had a couple of tumors (I think) in a couple of places and his chances were placed at slim to none. This is a very sad occurance, but to be absolutely honest, other than my extreme empathy for others around me (my cousin, my mom, my grandmother), I'm not really affected. Like I said, we aren't close. I realize the horrible situation and from the bottom of my heart can only wish it that best outcome but I'm not horribly involved or torn apart. Sad, but not devastated. He was getting better for a moment, but outlook is still grim. They've decided that nothing will help him, save him, or stop the cancer (I tried lower-case this time), so he's currently on medications simply to slow the growth of the cancer.

So! to the point of this entire story: my very large family (15+ aunts and uncles, and 25+ cousins) are having a very large garage sale to help pay for the medications this weekend. I've gone through my things (finally) for my meager contribution. If anyones in the Daly City area and likes garage sales, come on down, give me a call I'll tell you where it is. (Chances are I won't be there myself. I'll be at the red bull race!)

Soon, I'll start having more pictures up. Just because I know they're SO much more eyepopping than these long, lame entries. And I'll work on having the date on the entries too. Anyone have suggestions?

I Am Not a Paper Cup...

 But holy shit am I cool for owning this super cool porcelein not a paper cup - cup.

The real question is, why do I love a simple thing so very much? I think its the texture and the milky whiteness of it in real life.

I don't know why my blog isn't showing the dates. I'm getting frustrated with it. super lame.

Snaps

Sometimes I do this thing that makes me not want to update my blog...

It's called leading an uninteresting super lame life. boring. boring. boring. my life is boring.

All day monday to friday I babysit a baby. She doesn't talk, walk, make jokes. She sits and makes noises and throws things at my face. It was really amusing and fun the first couple of weeks. But now I just feel like a house mom. With the shades drawn, watching day time television for like 5 hours a day. Ughk. All that's ever on on Maury is DNA/Paternity tests. The highlight of my day is sesame street. Lame.

At night I usually go home. I sit around, unfortunately watch a little more TV, eat a mediocre dinner, and hang around practically staring a the paint dry.

I don't have a real challenging job. I don't do anything of real interest on the weekends. I'm currently not in school and fantasize about registering for classes.

I'm sick every day (literally) for some god unknown reason.

Maybe in a day or two I'll be able to look at the more humerous side of my otherwise very droll life. And fill my blog with stories of my mundane domestic amusements.

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