I Obviously Have A Lot To Learn

Basically I had someone tell me to stop wallowing in my self pity, to go do something with my life, to enjoy the journey, to have fun, to get back up and keep moving forward, to get over myself, to make friends, to stop saying I can't, and to stop trying to have and do everything all at once.

And these were all things I needed to hear. Although I'm not sure if that softens the blow or helps the fact that it hurts so much to be told those things so frankly. It also leaves me somewhat lost and confused towards what the future holds but it also tells me I should stop trying to predict things so much. Maybe I will stop completely. Everyday a new surprise!

Oh well. Cory and Topanga never died.

And you know what's sad? I started crying in Barnes And Noble today. Just my luck they would be playing the new Dr. Dog album (and skipping to the saddest song!) right when I walked in.

*btw, the Chester French giveaway ends this Tuesday (11/2)!*

Deuces,
Erika

I Don't Speak Lolcatz...

For the longest time, perhaps in history, Smarah was trying to teach me how to use BBM. (Now that I've disguised her name I feel a bit better about saying it) Email after email, she was giving me the simplest directions and yet I was not comprehending how things should work. She was kind and repeated things for my benefit, even though said convo was taking place in the wee hours of the morning. I was lost and confused. She continued to take things slow, the same pace at which my mind processes information. Things were lost in translation. Mostly on my part. Finally, there was some clarity and things got easier. A little.

With that said, technology and I don't get along. I don't really understand how a Blackberry even functions. When I got it, it was because I thought it was "soooo cute." I have to read manuals to master taping shows on my VCR. Then I have to use trial and error because I didn't understand the manual. Then I have to hide the fact that I have a VCR and watch cassettes on it because people say I am living in the past.

I have never upgraded my computer. It is an original Windows ME, bought at the turn of the 21st century. And before that, I was using a very lame Windows computer from the late 90's. Prior to that, my mom and I were using her original Windows PC circa 1989-ish. My laptop was a hand-me-down from my mother.

If I could have it my way, they would still make radios with tape players. I would jam all day to my Janet Jackson and Spice Girls cassettes. I don't understand these new flat screen TVs. Cars that lock themselves scare me. I am still amazed by automatic seatbelts.

I do appreciate mp3 players, but if my Zune wasn't stolen awhile back, I would still be using the first...um...generation? I haven't wandered into the Apple store for over a yr. And the first time I went wasn't even for the...um...Apple stuff? But I do like the word Apps. I'll start using it regardless of the context, I think.

Even still, technology and I go together like cherry coke and surge protectors.

Deuces,
Erika