I hate apple.

I have ALWAYS wanted a MacBook. One of the really super G-tricked-out-1400-$-a-pop-Mac-Books. I have always thought they looked SO much cooler, and I love the idea of "why be stuck behind Gates and Windows when you can be free with an Apple" seriously, who thought of that? Steve Jobs was that you? Very good. (I'm studying PR and I'd so love to take credit for Apple's marketing--but not so much for their fairness)

And by fairness I mean the fact that Apple is playing with us all. And all of our emotions.

They get us excited just to hold out and let us down.

For instance: my boyfriend.

He waited in lines every morning for a week to get this new 16 gig 3G Iphone(yawn)

Apple continuously toyed with his emotions.

They wouldn't update their site saying which stores would get in phones (I even think they lied a couple of times... they're stirring the pot for sure)

They opened early on the one day my boyfriend didn't hit snooze and "would have" been first in line, had the store not opened 2 hours earlier than they said they were going to.

They only get a "certain number" in... but here's the kicker--one employee told my boyfriend that they have some left overs from "yesterday". Well guess what. My boyfriend was there yesterday and they had "sold out."

Someones selling out for sure.

These are just a few of the ways that Apple wants to take our poor little consumer driven westernized american minds and turn them into Apple-hungry (and I don't mean the obesity fighting apple -hungry) people!

But here's why I'm angry.

This is me. This is me on my computer. This is me on my computer trying to put the itunes I bought and or borrowed from my boyfriend, VERY LEGALLY AND TRYING TO PUT THEM ONTO MY COMPUTER WHILE ITUNES DOES EVERYTHING IN ITS POWER TO MAKE THIS THE MOST DIFFICULT FRUSTRATING EVENT IN ME-AND-MY-COMPUTER HISTORY.

I give up.

Apple- you win.

BTW_I think everyones kicking themselves in the ass because they didn't invent the Ipod. Seriously, Apple, that saved you. AND YOUR LUCKY.

Fireworks and Dreamweaver (or lackthereof)

I most definitely want to start creating my own templates for my blog. Unfortunately the wonderful CSS tutorial is all used up on my computer thank you to my Computer Mediated Visual Communication class where I had to make the hokiest website ever (check it out at http://simla.colostate.edu/~kalugin/bike_foco.html... it is majorly lame-but my first attempt at actual website design)

But now I have no CSS (dreamweaver) and no way to create my own templates! And no money. Needless to say I am a college student (going on year three woop-woop*throws arm in air-punching-motion.)

Any ideas?

I'm still learning all about this "blogging" practice. I'm not thoroughly informed through all of the blogging in's and out's yet, but I'm happily making my way through the world of bloggers.
I have noticed a nice trend they call "Blog to booking." I desperately want to be published! Although I have yet to write anything to be published! But knowing that this may one day lead me to my destiny makes me quite happy.

But on to things that DO NOT make me happy.
The people in my neighborhood who find it necessary to *pop* their happy little fireworks midday and late July. Isn't the whole purpose of fireworks to save them ALL up for that wonderful 4th of the month to blow something BIG up, saving the rest of them for the next year?
Because it is DRIVING MY DOGS CRAZY, which in turn is DRIVING ME CRAZY. And the fact that my 100lb Alaskan Malamute is trying to fit into my *cough*too small to be called a closet-closet, is about to make me go show this most-likely-thirteen-year-old-boy-withnosupervision where the fireworks will go if they do not sustain from being blown off until the designated day FOR blowing them off.

Now I'm going to go clean up the almost "accident" my 10lb Shihtzu(sp?) just had due to said fireworks on the kitchen floor.

Thank you Uncle Sam!

Movie Openings, the iphone, and morons

I recently went out, apparently along with everyone else in Colorado, and saw The Dark Night. The new Batman movie. I saw it mistakingly at 12:01am, along with, EVERYONE ELSE IN COLORADO.

After many debates with my boyfriend about how I was completely and utterly let down with Batman Begins, and my newly found anger towards this "wanna be superhero." I gave in and went and saw it. I will not lie, it was good. And when I say good I mean gooood, with extra O's to emphasize the wonderful preformance by the late Ledger. The joker most definitely made the movie, and it was well worth the wait in line to see it.

But here's my question: why, when there is a movie opening, and the theater is packed, does everyone have to act like a complete ASS? These things only happen in movies like Batman, Superman, Transformers, and the like... but c'mon. If ya'll are die-hard fans, why must you all talk and shout throughout the movie. Yelling back and forth like we're at a highschool football game and we're spitting on our hands before shaking "good game." Seriously? If your at a movie at 12am you should be old enough to shut your mouth and watch the movie that you decorated your car for!

And my other note tonight has to deal with the Iphone. My boyfriend has been trying to get one for days now, but its seemingly impossible. It's been, what, two weeks? Since they came out? And Apple has this brilliant plan to only release a numbered amount a day, so that everyone has to race to the store (with limited locations) and wait in line to be told that the 50 year old gray haired lady that doesn't know what an "upgrade" is will be receiving the last 16gig 3G- which isn't what you wanted anyway, but you'll take it because YOUR SICK OF THIS F*N LINE!

That is enough for now. But seriously, Batman is SUCH a poser.

Why do I run?

Why do I run? Where do I get my motivation from?

I'm a waitress and I work about 5+hours a shift where I don't get to sit down for 5 hours strait. It is like the longest cardio workout ever.

And when I get off, I go home..

And all I can think about is "I need to go running"

Treadmill, track, pavement.

Why do I run?

Why do I never let myself talk myself out of running?

What is my motivation?

Oh yeah, THAT is.

I'm going to go run. :-)

Why don't you get off the internet and run too!