another witty forwarded message from my friend Vonzae, this actually made me laugh, and right this moment I REALLY needed a good chuckle. So despite this NOT being at all original, I decided to share--

YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2006 when...

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )

12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.

AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.

Lament

I wrote this like two years ago, I'm pretty sure it's been posted somewhere online before, but with my return to LCC Spring semester some of my little dylexia anxieties are attempting to rear thier ugly little heads again, and therefore this bore repeating, hope you enjoy!



Lament


My eyes blur when I look at the page
against these scratched lines before me I rage.
I wish desperately I could just shrink away,
as I fight back a sob, struggling to obey.
Cool commands couched in emotionless words.
I prod my skull when no answers stirred.
Carefully crafted they demand a solution.
I begged and pleaded, prayed for absolution.
Still nothing came but fresh frustration,
as I fervently longed for one more demonstration.
Why do these things just make no sense to me?
Why when I do this cannot I simply see?
Whats the use? I wonder in dismal despair.
Everyone knows the world’s terribly unfair.
I can’t seem to get it no matter how hard I try.
I breakdown and flee the room, finally to cry.
I sob into my pillow a hollow ache in my chest.
Why am I so lost even when doing my best?
It wounds me so to look failure full in the face.
I feel miles behind at the very start of the race.
I believe wholly that two plus two is four.
I can do long division, but think it a bore.
I really do know fourteen times two is twenty eight.
Simple math I can see has a use, and appreciate.
Still for someone most consider reasonably bright.
With X’s, fractions and negative numbers I fight.
For all things mathmatic I’m utterly disdainful
‘cause doing math homework is particularly painful.
I’ll wring Archemdes neck if we meet in the next life
and argue advanced math’s worth for a life time of strife.
I’ll have fighting words for Pathagorous you can bet.
And soon as the terms over all math I’ll try to forget!

Bueller, Bueller...

Saw this quiz and was amused, apparently I am much cooler than I thought I was...

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