white rice.

so a few weeks ago, i dropped my ipod in the tub.
it happened. don't judge. or do, whatevs.
and to be clear--yes, the tub was filled with water.
it wasn't completely ruined. i mean, it still played. although i couldn't change the volume, or the song. also the pause button (which is also the turn me off button) was broken so it just played until it ran out of battery. annoying.

i was pissed. i did not want to pay for a new ipod. i did not have the cash monies nor the desire to reupload music. such the pain.

fortunately, i decided to complain to my friend about this.

thank your *ernobabe101 for teaching me a trick to revive my ipod.
the trick: bury said pod in rice.
wait a few days.
tada.
all fixed.

it really worked.
if you don't believe me--drop your ipod in a tub and try it for yourself.


*for purposes of anonymity (also my own amusement), real live names have not been used. instead, they have been replaced with 7th grade IM names. cool.

like father, like daughter.

i have a lot of my dad's qualities.
i have his toes.
his eyes.
his brains.
his nose.
his teeth (unfortunately).
his hair (well, i guess not so much "his" hair as his side of the family's hair but whatevs--same thing).

the list could go on. but for those of you who don't care, i will make my point quickly (at least as quickly as a rambler like myself can make a point): this weekend, i learned my dad and i are similar in another area, as well.

we share the same driving pet peeve.

now, i have known for a while that i drive like my dad. my patience on the road is severely lacking. and i get that from him. i also maintain his attitude that it is perfectly alright to call people names when they do idiotic things while driving. we don't tend to call people names in other situations (okay, HE doesn't tend to do that), but driving is a known exception to that rule. the term "idiotic things" is very broad when discussing drivers for me and my dad. it ranges from people who forget to turn their blinkers off (my dad once changed lanes just because he couldn't stand to drive behind someone who would forget such a thing. i would do that same) to people who text while driving to old drivers (particularly snowbirds) to excessively fast drivers to excessively slow drivers to...well, i think i've made my point.

but i never knew we shared the same driving pet peeve until we were driving up to utah and it happened.
you know when you're driving along, cruising in the left lane because you are not "slower traffic" so you maintain the privilege to drive in the left lane. and while cruising in this privileged left lane, you see in the right lane two semis going nice and slow. BOTH of whom are considered by nearly every human being on the planet as "slower traffic." hence, BOTH of those vehicles should remain for always and ever in the right lane as directed by the sign "slower traffic stay right." however, there often comes a time when semi driver number two thinks semi driver number one is slowing him down (even though, in reality, semi driver number two is only able and willing to go approximately two mph faster than semi driver number one). so semi driver number two decides to pass semi driver number one. seriously semi driver number two?? is this really happening? is it really necessary that you pull out in front of me causing me to slam on my breaks and practically stop all movement in order for you to pass semi driver number one--a task that will take you a significantly large amount of time?? during which time, i will be forced to turn off my cruise control and my travel time will increase. seriously??
what do i say to you?
completely unacceptable...plus a stream of complaints during the entire time in which it takes semi driver number two to pass semi driver number one.
and what did i learn my dad also says to you?
completely unacceptable...plus a stream of complaints during the entire time in which it takes semi driver number two to pass semi driver number one.
i have never been prouder to call this man my father. okay, so that is definitely a stretch, but i was happy to learn that i am more like my dad than i previously knew!

we are one in the same, you see. i couldn't be more proud to call my dad my dad. and for those of you who would peg this quality as road rage, i say--shame on you. it is far from rage. and even if it were rage (which it isn't), it is clearly justified.

like father, like daughter. i love you, dad.

i'm brilliant. shhh...

okay so i was looking over my first few posts on here and i've gotta say, i make myself sound like quite the fool.
thus far i have admitted the following: at one point in my life i didn't know what the national anthem was, i have and continue to make up lyrics, i can't fill up my car with gas without getting it all up on me, and i basically failed my gre practice test.

is there something wrong with this picture?

i submit that there is. because (not to boast or anything), i am kinda smart. or as amanda bynes would say: i'm brilliant. shh...

wanna hear just how brilliant i am?
good.
i will tell you.
this week i learned that something i invented in my head was so brilliant that someone already invented it and it is a real live thing. cool, huH? okay, so maybe that was confusing and doesn't sound as cool as it is, so let me explain further.

two years ago i was "studying" in the basement of the wilkinson center. when i looked over i saw one of my least favorite things ever called a trash can. now, i don't hate all trash cans. just the ones where you have to push on the lid and basically stick your hand in before you can properly dispose of your trash. it's disgusting. nobody wants to touch the lid where a bunch of nast hands have recently been. especially me.
i couldn't quite get over the disgustingness of the trash can before me (note to readers, disgustingness is actually a word according to blogger dot com's spell check). so i pondered. how could i fix this issue? because lids on trash cans really are necessary otherwise there will be a stank in the room. but any trash lid that requires touching is purely disgusting. so...i decided a trash can should be invented that had a swinging lid type thing ON TOP of the trash can. that way, the weight of the trash would tip the lid, easily disposing of your trash. you do not have to touch said lid, plus the stench is covered because there is a lid. brilliant right? right.
mind you, this was two years ago.

well. two days ago, i saw such a trash can. at gammage theatre at "the" arizona state university. i could hardly contain my excitement. i gave myself a pat on the back for thinking of the exact same invention. i wasn't even mad that someone invented it first, because let's face it, i wasn't going anywhere with it and in the meantime, i was required to use nast trash cans. so i'm brilliant. clearly.

so thank you gammage theatre for providing me with evidence in the flesh that i am just a brilliant as a fellow trash can inventor.

GRE=my worst enemy

today i learned the GRE will be the death of me.

take a practice test and you won't have to take my word for it.

gas-uh-leen

it takes at least three lather-rinse-repeat cycles to get the smell of gasoline out of one's hair.
also, one should flush out his/her eye for at least ten minutes after having gasoline get all up in it in order to avoid permanent damage. a trip to the eye doctor is also recommended.

this i learned from attempting to fill my car up with gas. however, instead of getting gas in my car, i got gas all up on my super cute outfit and in my eye. not okay.

nevertheless, thank you dysfunctional gas pump. i am choosing to learn something from you instead of cursing you (nevermind the fact this took 8 months).