The one added benefit to having my computer crash every hour or so is that I get to take a few more unscheduled breaks throughout the day. That�s nice. Having all my work destroyed in the blink of an eye thanks to a faulty digital synapse is less nice. Thusly, I have taken to saving everything the minute I stop typing [save].
I have also taken to ignoring my phone from time to time. Not my office phone, but my cell phone. See, Sharon from the car dealership still won�t take the hint that I�m not going to buy a car from her. I mean, I only took that car for a test drive because�well, because I wanted to be behind the wheel of a convertible for a while. So I kind of played up the possibility that I was seriously interested, and now she won�t leave me alone! Actually, I guess maybe that�s called �karma�. Either way, I think she should just consider me a lost sale and move on with her life. It�ll be better for both of us.
Especially since I can�t bring myself to just say �no� to her. Why is that? Why am I so afraid to disappoint this woman I met all of once (and didn�t really care for, given how graceless and pushy she was)? Ultimately, she just wants to screw me out of a couple thousand dollars, which, thanks very much, I can get just as easily through an ad in the paper for a high-end "escort". Not that I�d go after an escort advertised in the paper. Doesn�t that seem a little skeevy? Renting a date? I mean, even if you�re not planning on doing anything kinky and expensive. And if you aren�t planning on doing anything kinky and expensive, why are you renting a date at all? Wouldn�t it be a more economical decision to just take a friend? Plus, then you�d have something to talk about besides, "So�does your family know you�re offering coupons in the paper?"
Sam just sent me an e-mail in Spanish. From across the hall. I�m not sure why she�s doing this, as I don�t speak any Spanish (besides, like, hola and me llamo Dr. No!). The extent of my familiarity with almost all foreign languages, besides French, is pretty much limited to the introductory lessons we were all forced to endure for six week stretches in my middle school. I learned enough Spanish to get around in Cancun, enough German to get around in Wisconsin, and enough Latin to get around in a Roman Catholic church. So it was all terribly practical, at least from a thirteen year-old standpoint.
I do realize that the point of these extremely basic courses in foreign syntax was to give us a chance to decide which language we were most interested in pursuing to a higher degree. In retrospect I can say I�m extremely glad I had that opportunity, because it took some of the guesswork out of my eventual choice to become fluent in Latin. Which I reneged on two years later, since Latin is a dead language, I�m not a Roman Catholic, and French is far more practical and romantic. Seriously, have you ever tried to sweet-talk somebody in Latin?
Me: Ego sum laeta cum te.Guy Pearce: Did you just put a curse on me?
Of course, after my first year of French I had to re-think that whole part about it being more practical. I mean, they didn�t teach jackshit that would actually be of any pragmatic use in the foreseeable future. I mean, unless you really, really want to know where the library is. I was like, "Great. Now if my car breaks down on the Autobahn, I can ask for a cheese sandwich."I guess that�s not entirely useless knowledge, if you�re hungry at the time. Still, wouldn�t it be better to learn things like, "Can you change a flat?" or "Quick, act natural!" or "Stop calling here or I�m going to report you to the police, Sharon!"
Everything sounds better in French.
Someone Got Here By Searching For: people who fake laugh And: barbie and keiko I�m Watching: American Idol. What a rip-off. And: Cracking Up. Why is Jake Sandvig only 17? WHYYYY??