I recently purchased this portable drive, and I love it. Now I just need to get a skin for it, but it's super small and cute. It's only got 60gb, but I dig it. It's perfect for putting my excess music on and clearing up some hard drive space. I also plan to take all the stuff off of my old floppy disks (yes, I still have floppy disks) and put it on this. Ben found it for me.
Ok, I just had to show off a little. Now I am off to sleep on my nice, clean sheets. Hooray! :P
It's the anniversary of my grandfather's death. I guess technically speaking, it's tomorrow. I always think it's on the 27th.
It was so weird because that night, the night of the 27th, I had had a burning desire to read Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar," and I had read it over and over and cried and cried without knowing exactly why. The next morning, I woke up to a phone call from my dad, and I knew the news before he said it. It's things like reading "Crossing the Bar" while my grandpa was passing away without my knowing it that make me believe that there's a lot going on with our souls that we don't know or understand. I like to think he was talking to me. I like to think he knew that he was going to go and that he wanted me to know that it was ok, that he was ok, and that I was going to be ok. And I try not to cry too much, though sometimes a person can't help it, because he was very sick and I wouldn't wish that on anyone, and I know he was ready. So, I don't really feel like I can cry too much for too long.
Crossing the Bar
By Tennyson
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
I thought I would update you all on the soap opera going on downstairs.
Last night, "Aaron" (or possibly "Eric") broke the girl's phone by throwing it at the wall. She yelled, "Get the F--- out of my house!" But, as far as I could tell, he did not go. He stayed until they started fighting again at 5:00.
The fight began with the girl (I don't know her name because he never says it) yelling at Aaron that she wasn't going to take him with her. Where? I don't know because I was not listening at the air shaft. I was, in fact, in my bed trying to relax my muscles so that my strained neck would stop hurting me. He then yelled something to which she replied, "Ungrateful? I'm ungrateful? I pay all the damn rent on my own and I'm the ungrateful one? You're ungrateful!" He then yelled, "I had to borrow money so you could buy guess? What the F---?" And on and on it went.
And at 5:00, it started again with her yelling at him that she had to go to work because someone had to.
And they were still going at it in the parking lot when I left for work this morning.
And they have been yelling off and on since I got home this evening. Every once in awhile, I can hear them over my TV.
I would like to point out that 5:00 AM is way, way too early to start fighting. There should be a rule that no fighting should start until I have at least had my English muffin.
Can I just take this opportunity to point out how happy I am that Ben and I do not have that kind of drama? We're just not drama people. Well, I'm a little dramatic, but he doesn't have a drama bone in his body.
So, yeah, the moral of the story is that I hate my stupid neighbors. They are dumb.
This is the dumbest fragment of conversation I've overheard all year:
Girl (trying to impress Guy): You know constellations, like with stars? Well, I have the Big Dipper on my back.
Guy: Really? Shut up.
Girl: No really, I'm only missing one.
This is a close runner up to the dumbest thing I've ever overheard, which I overheard last year:
Guy (trying to impress Girl): You know McDonalds? They're set up so that you only ever have to make right hand turns to get to them.
Girl (unbelievably impressed): Really?
Guy: Yeah, they got some kind of special deal, and that's why other places can't compete. So even if Burger King wanted to build on this one corner, they couldn't because McDonalds wouldn't let them.
Sometimes, you suspect that you are surrounded by idiots, and other times, you know.