Without a mask

I have recently decided to attempt to wear contacts again. Now I know most people wear contacts because they hate wearing glasses, I on the other hand love wearing my glasses. I stopped wearing contacts about 9 to 10 years ago because my eyes always felt dry and icky. I know your thinking if one loves there glasses so much why would they get contacts. Well its all about the Benjamin's. Ok can't believe I just typed that. But it really was about money see contacts are actually much cheaper than the glasses I have. My insurance which runs out on the june 3oth only convers 150 dollars of each. Its all crazyness. Anyways I thought why the hell not.
Now I can tell you that they feel really weird, but that doesn't bother me as I feel like I look weird. Now you have to understand that I really can't see at all without my glasses. When I put makeup on my face is super close to the mirror. I told the optomistrist that I thought I looked funny, and he said sure your not hiding behing a mask anymore. I thought that kind of funny. I guess in a way very true, as me with glasses seems more like me, than the me without. Interesting or not.
I just have one more thing. Can someone please explain to me why a "contact fitting" cost extra from the actual eye exam. And really a lot more like 42 dollars, with a discount. Thats insane all he did was hand me a pair of contacts, and ask me if I still remember how to put them in. Which I do even though I had a bit more of trouble finding one of them, as I couldn't see it. ah well we shall see how it goes. On the plus side i don't need knew glasses because my eyes are that much worse. Go me.

Hating the cubs brings readers to blog

I recently checked the stats on my blog, and they've grow quite a bit larger than they used to be. Just over the past week in fact. Now I know I'm not changing millions of lives here, but I do what I can. I'm guessing this weekend caused a lot of cubs hating in the world. There seems to be an over abundance of people googling "I hate the cubs". This might not seem like a big deal to the rest of the natural world, but really after this weekend, and before round two starts this weekend, its all I have left to live for. Friday didn't hurt so bad, but Saturday and Sunday were down right painful. Here's what I hate most about Cubs fans. Why is it they feel the need to only text me when their team is beating the white sox. Duh I'm watching the damn game. I wouldn't bother you if my team was winning. Ok well I would but its still way more annoying when they do it. It turns out though I have a lot of friends that are cubs fans. They are super annoying. I think I'm over my text limit due to the mass influx of people who just HAD to tell me the cubs one.
This year at least the cubs have a great team, which does make things a little less painfully, as it was always heartwrenching if they won when they sucked. I do love though that after all these years cubs fans are still able to keep the faith. I mean 100 years is hard, its really hard to suck that bad for that long. I know every cubs fan believes this will be their year, but then again they believe that every year, but if past behavior is any indication of future behavior they will manage to fuck it up yet again. They are at least consistant in that one thing.

facebook is bad

Ok now I understand that most people my age use such things to keep in touch with people they went to high school with etc. I've recently tried this (by this I mean being friends with more than like the 12 actual people I normally talk to in my life). I promise this is not good. I mean its kind of good in that I feel like I look better than some at or around my age, but its is terrible in that I haven't seen some of these people in like ten+ years. What I learned is they are old. And clearly I've deduced from this that I in turn am old. Beside the fact that clearly my body is falling apart I don't feel old. I don't feel like I look old, but these people who are my age and younger look kind of old. Are they really old, do they just look old, or is it mearly that they were very young when last I saw or heard from them. Oh this is less fun then one would have thought. I guess this is what you get for wondering what happened to people.

I feel so proud.

Sometimes as you may note I like to write about the things people google to land on my blog. Sometimes I've very confused, most times I'm more than a little concerned, but every now and then I'm happy about what brings readers to my blog. Recently I was reading what people searched to come up with this blog, and it turns out someone from England googled I hate cubs fans and came upon my blog. This makes me excited in more than one way. First off I'm plenty excited that my blog comes up when searching things like the hating of Cubs fans. More important that a person in England hates Cubs fans half a world away, and clearly hates them enough to google the hating of cubs fans. So I don't know who you are out there in England, but I would like to say thank you... Thank you very much for showing all the world that it is proper to hate Cubs fans no matter where you live. It really makes my world a much better place knowing that your out there.

My legs glow in the light

I know that you're probably thinking that I mean dark, but alas I do not. I mean when the sun shines on my white white legs the actually glow. You can ask the members of my family dark mother fuckers think its the funnest thing in the world. It doesn't make any damn sense to me. I remember my mom used to try to convince me that I used to tan when I was a kid, so if I just tried hard enough I would tan like the rest of them. Turns out this is not actually true, which I learned while living in a pool in TX when it was 110 degrees for three weeks I was in fact somewhat tan however they still laughed at me because I was not tan like they get tan. Don't get me wrong they are not scary gross tan people. Its just that my mom is Italian so they all have a olive skin tone which my skin is completely without. Except of course the Irish polish father of mine who looks like he's native american in skin color. It just doesn't make sense. The funny part is I really don't care too much that I'm super light in color. I literally can't stand laying out in the sun, its all hot and boring and there is just no point in being hot and bored. I just don't know why my skin glows in the light. Its really just very weird.

The best birthday ever

I really think i had the best birthday ever. Why you ask? Well lets just say my present was tickets to see the White Sox beat the living shit out of the Twins. And the game rocked because in case I didn't mention it the Sox beat the living shit out of the Twins, and I was loving every minute of it. I heart Crede and his multiple home runs. Then I got a baseball, a white sox coffee mug and a hat. The best part was that i got to watch D eat a hot dog which was funny because he doesn't eat meat. Then his stomach hurt the next day but he said it was becasue he ate ice cream later and drank beer. I'm pretty sure it wasn't the ice cream that was making him sick. H isn't talking to me though, or stopped speaking to me during the game because his precious little twinkies were loosing. He's not a very good sport. But I would be sad if I lost the last three games by a whole lot too. Anyways it was a super good time, and there were lots of fireworks because there were lots of home runs, and there were even fireworks after the game ended.

i didn't last long

I know i said I had resumed posting after the move and I did. Well i did until i dropped my laptop on the floor and broke it. I was starting to think the thing was a little to good to be true based on the number of times I've dropped it. It was a rough week though. When I first moved I learned the power cord was broken, which sucked, but i got a new one (well new to me but not new to the person I borrowed it from). It did turn out that the power cord was actually what was causing all the random problems like the battery not working etc. Which is weird if you ask me but apparently the computer did not ask me. Then it worked like well again. Well in that the battery charge and it actually turned on. then I dropped it off the top of the TV (which I was really going to pay close attention not to move while the laptop was still on it clearly didn't work out well.) There though again even the it hit the radiator on the way down to the hardwood floor it just skipped a bit of its playing of my music and kept right on keeping on.
Then on tuesday i dropped it from the coffee table and the screen shattered. Didn't really know this was possible but it turns out that it is. Now it didn't like break with glass everywhere, but the inside.. Funny part is that the damn thing still turns on and off etc. and has the potential to work if you could in anyway see what you were doing in more than the top inch or so of the screen. Well shit I was off all day wed, and I tried to go to the library, but apparently you have to wait for like six hours to use a computer, then the screen will be all gross. So I decided that wasn't going to work for me. Then on Thursday after looking for like half and hour I decided I was going to go to best buy, and buy this new laptop for 449 dollars. Seriously 449 dollars and it does way more than my last computer which was more than 449 dollars. I'm just saying its a good deal. Vista is kind of annoying to get used to but after a few days i'm getting more used to things. The laptop even has an energy star. Its very fun, and mostly you can see the screen which is way more helpful than one might think.

sometimes they don't listen good

This is a real conversation I had today with my sister.
Me: dude I broke my laptop for real this time.
sister: how the hell did you do that?
Me: I dropped it, and now the screens all cracked, pretty sure its not going to work again this time.
Sister: I guess your getting a new laptop.
Me: dude I know I need you to go on ebay and find me a new one.
Sister: no just go online...
Me: how the fuck am I suppose to do that my computer doesn't work.

irony I was reading a website about how to save money when I dropped it. seems the man above doesn't want me be saving much.

UGH

After a long two days of looking for an apartment I managed to rent the second apartment B and I looked at. I think we looked at three or four total which is a new world record, but after I saw this one, I think I decided that I wasn't going to like anything else anyways. Of course its a little more expensive then I wanted, but if I cut back a lot on my starbucks intake and don't get cable I should be cool. What is really said is that I drink so much starbucks that cutting it out actually makes a bigger difference than not have cable. However I don't think I'll be able to cut it out completely but I've cut down very dramatically.
I really really like my new apartment. I have no idea what my address is, and I'm not even entirely sure if when I had my mail forwarded if I put in the right apartment number. I do live much closer to the lake now, only three blocks :) Getting to work is soooo much easier, and its warm. Its on the third floor not in the damn basement, and most importantly the toilet works.
After finding and renting said apartment I proceed to move in three days later, so after a day of packing (with some great help from my niece), I moved the next day. Then unpacked the day after that. Then I've pretty much been working. Posting has been a little lack do to this.
I should be up and running now. I just have to decorate now. Which I may or may not do before my birthday on Friday.