I'm obsessed

So I found out I'll get my first paycheck from Apple this weekend. I'm pretty excited but not for the money. Freak! It will be an APPLE check. I know it's dumb. But this is really cool for me.

Basically, I'm obsessed. Obsessive compulsive. That's me.

• It's standing in the CD isle at Graywhale and centering all the CDs as I flip through them.

• It's trying to make a photo look naturally eroded and organically degraded, but knowing it looks planned.

• And it's getting sucked in by Mac culture. A friend told me the other day that I'm buying into the whole thing. "You're being brainwashed by Apple," she said.

And if I am...well, I am.

So, here's to the crazy ones.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUfH-BEBMoY&fmt=18

Cheesy Poofs

Fond memories of Cheetos Puffs:
• Bribing my little brother to do anything - pick up toys, be good at the grocery store, not wet his pants - with the promise of a bag.
• My little brother eating a jumbo bag in the 15 minutes it took us to get from the store to the house.
• My little brother chomping them from end to end, quick like a wood chipper.

Today at 7-11 I bought a bag of Cheetos - the puff kind - because I have wanted them for weeks but Sev has let me down on every trip. Until today.

Ah, Sev, you have finally delivered and Cheetos ... you have given me so many memories and ... now, an orange tongue.

Any Backstreet lovers in the audience?

In case you missed it on Letterman...
Or you live in a cave...
Or you are in Korea..
Here is something you probably need to see.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=iKjxp6L7UDM

My one pet

I do have one pet. It's a fish. A female beta fish. Whenever I come home, I dance around in front of her bowl and say really fast, "Hi fish, hi fish, hi fish!"

This morning, when Nate first woke up, I started saying, "Hi Nate, hi Nate, hi Nate!"

"I'm not your fish," he said in a very unenthusiastic tone. So true.

But seriously, my fish is pretty rad. She zooms around in her bowl whenever she sees me. I know it's only because she thinks I'm gonna feed her.

So shut up.

Seriously...I'm a liar.

Hey, you know how I promised two posts yesterday?

I'm a liar.
Because I didn't do it.
Obviously.

So, I just got home from my second day on the Apple floor. The pace is insane. The only thing I can compare it to is:

a daily newspaper.

There's always something going on. It's go go go go

GO!

I'm dead tonight. Dead on my feet. Nate says my body will adjust soon. I will be so happy when it does. Thank god for body adaptation.

Blog-a-log twice

I didn't blog yesterday. I forgot a lot of things yesterday. Like umm...well, I can't think of anything right now because I forgot.

Today, I will blog twice to make up for it. I know everyone depends on this to get a high during the day.

Tonight will be my first shift on the Apple Store floor. I am anxious, excited and kind of "butterfly in my stomach"-like. It will be so awesomely cool. I feel like a kid on Christmas. Yep, a freakin' kid waiting for Santa.

NASCAR

Sometimes, just because New Pat's car has turbo, I think fire will come shooting out the back. Or maybe just rocket explosions of power. But it doesn't, which is too bad.

My commute through Parley's Canyon is like a NASCAR race every day. You have to dodge things too, which makes it harder than NASCAR. Things like moose and deer and UPS trucks. I'm surprised sometimes that I'm still alive. Which means I will probably die in a horrific accident tomorrow.

If I had nuclear fusion, then I would just convert my car into a flying car. That'd be better than any car out there.

Even the Prius.