a series of unfortunate events

my birthday was last tuesday. i'm one of those people who loves birthdays. i think they should be done right. i love celebrating everyones birthday. except my own. my birthdays usually seem disappointing. i have such great expectations for the par at which birthdays should be held, yet mine always seem to slip slightly below the par of excellence into the realm around.. sucky. case in point? last year i got mono on my birthday. how's that for luck?

this year was going to be great. and before i go any further, i would like to say i was mildly surprised in that it was quite great. i got to see my boyfriend for the first time in a month. my friends came over. my cousins were in town. we ate shish-kabobs (is that how you spell that?) and drank margaritas. ate beautiful petit fours. i mean, what more could a girl ask for? nothing. it was bliss.

yet one slight little thing did happen that i have to admit, almost pushed me to the verge of crying... on my birthday! okay, okay, maybe a tear or two or three were shed. but not lightly. what happened was tragic. inconceivable. i take that back...i kind of suspected this was going to happen the moment i hit play to listen to the messages on our home phone.

let me back up. about a week and a half ago i dropped my macbook pro. it was a life or death situation. perhaps not that dramatic. but lets just say it was my integrity in a sundress against the wind. my integrity won out, prompting me to throw up my laptop only to have it crash on the hard asphalt of the parking lot at work. one can only imagine what a toll this takes on a poor little laptop only protected by a centimeter of thin nylon. lets just say it did not bode well.

getting back to the story, it was on my birthday that i got the fateful call from the apple care support team informing me that fixing my computer would run a cool $970, that which i don't have. so as i write from my sister's compaq presario (i can't believe i am related to to her, either), i ask you to hold a moment of silence for my poor like macpro that won't be fixed. and instead shipped off to wherever they ship computers that their owners give up on.

i hate to say it. but not only am i giving up on my poor little long lost notebook, i am sort of cheating on him as well. i mean i don't know what else to call my decision not fix him, but instead to buy a newer, sleeker version... with leopard! (with the money that i don't have to fix him....)no, he probably won't be replaced with another pro, probably just a macbook. which is how i justify it... for only a few hundred dollars more i can have a brand new computer. thankfully my parents are gonna loan me some money because frankly, this girl can't get along without out her computer. i mean, i need it for school!

needless to say, he will always hold a special place in my heart as my very first, very own computer. we had a good two years run, and now i think its time to have a go at it again. with a fresh, clean slate, i will start the second half of my college run. and hopefully, cross-my-fingers, this run will last a little longer, eh? (and yes, now i know that next time i should just forget about my integrity and hold on tight to the $2000 piece of hardware in my arms, or maybe better yet.. buy a better case??)

so i guess, now that i think about it, maybe that is a nice little birthday present unto itself. i had a good birthday all in all...

(oh, except for the sunburt back i received at my party this saturday...like i don't know if God is punishing me or what but seriously just my back sunburt? and no color on the other side of my body? i'm walking around look like i fell asleep on my stomach at the beach... and i can assure you, i didn't! i was in a perfectly upright position all day long!)

ooh i think i'm in love

its not everyday i fall in love.

but today it happened.

please meet the new object of my affection....

i want it.

step 1: admittance

at this point in my life i find myself living in a house infested with animals. no, not rodents. i really do wish it were that easy. because then i could set out a few traps and in a few weeks they'd all be gone. instead i have these big furry animals called cats and dogs taking over what was once my serene home. you know, the place i came to for refuge. the place i came to at the end of the day for peace and quiet.

not anymore. not since my sister moved back home and brought her two dogs and two cats home with her. add those to the dog we already had, and that is what i like to call a madhouse.
now i don't know where the term madhouse originally derived from. but i like to think it was from someone who had to live in a house with 5 living, breathing, shedding, ridiculous, enormous animals. because really, until you have to do that, i don't believe you could hold a candle close to my madhouse.

in light of this circumstance, one would think that any individual exposed to such treachery would say one big "hell no" to even the thought of more pets. but folks, that is where i go against the norm -into uncharted territories if you will. in fact, instead of running in the other direction and swearing off anything with four legs for the rest of my life... i have developed an obsession. what sort of obsession? well. an obsession so bad, that the only cure is to look at cute kittens. an obsession so bad, i have a website bookmarked on my computer that not only features cute kittens, but cute animals of all sorts. {www.cuteoverload.com seriously.... how cute is that URL even??}

i have become the woman i always said i would hate to be. you know, the one who coo's...at animals no less.... and talks in wittle kiddy voice. yeah. i hate her too. but i mean, if you looked at these pictures half as much as i do, i'm sure you'd be struggling with the same problem.
and yes, it is a problem. a problem that may even have its own 12 step program.

best.movie.ever.

"There's so much static electricity in this room, I pick up everything but boys and money."