ESPN Ruins My Naps

So my title doesn't really have anything to do with what I"m going to write about. I may touch on the subject a little bit - but we'll see.

So there I am. sitting in the hub, at my own table - just typing away at some technical paper I've got to write for one of my nerdy classes. when outta nowhere - this couple sits down next to me - at MY table. Do I know these people? No. Have I ever seen them? No. Are they weird? Yes. As I click away at my keyboard, I start to hear him talk baby talk to her. "Oh man. . . this guy ahs no idea how close he is to getting hit" I think. I tried to give them the 'shut up or i'll smack you' look - but to no avail, for they were too busy googly-eyein each other to even notice the table was occupied in the first place. I start to type louder. Maybe if they notice I'm busy - they will realize that they're being rude and just leave me in peace to write my paper on XScale processors. Nope. That didn't work either. My mind was spinning - going back and forth between technical specifications to how I was going to best hit this guy to shut him up. The baby talk was quickly becoming more than I could handle. Maybe if I sneeze Really Really Loudly, and don't cover my mouth. Gross - yes. But sometimes drastic measures need to be taken. I crinkled up my nose in hopes of bringin on a sneeze - but all that happened was me looking slightly like an upset swine. Did they notice my facial expressions? Nope. Not even close, they were still snoggling and talking in voices reserved for 1 and under population.

The clock was ticking down. 12:15. I knew their lunchbreak had to be over soon - but I was quickly losing all self control. Those who know me best know that I act very chill and easy going, but if I bottle it up too long - then BAM! I'll snap at you and nothing can control the rush of words or anger that might ensue if you're in my path of wrath. {*wow. that rhymed! all fear - Kat's path of Wrath! :) } 12:20 - it's bubbling to the surface. . . my face has lost all trace of a smile, and I'm ready to just tell this annoying couple to go somewhere much warmer than Logan. 12:22 - I'm formulating the words that would have the best effect. 12:22.5 - they decide to leave. phew. . that was close.

That couple doesn't understand how close they were too disaster. . . another 30 seconds of their behavior and I'd have siad something. Ok - I'd have though of more things I COULD"VE said to them. We all know I would'nt have been rude to strangers. I talk a big game, but I'm usually a big softie. However, I felt I must blog this experience so that all my psuedo-anger thoughts weren't in vain.

oh - I guess i'd better touch on the subject of this post. So - ESPN often ruins my naps. I'll get home from work or class, and decide that exhaustion is not a fun feeling. I soon collapse on the love sac, and turn on the TV to keep me company until I can fall asleep. Channel 35 or 49 are usually the ones chosen. ESPN or FOXNews. . . either one of those channels will keep me from sleeping. Unless SportsCenter is on. SportsCenter will always put me to sleep. ya see, my bedroom growing up was located right next to the TV room. Every night my dad would watch, you guessed it: SportsCenter. For 18 years I would fall asleep to the top 10 highlights of the day, and so like pavlov's dog, I have been trained. All you have to do is turn on sportscenter and I'll be out like a light. However, if it's around the horn, It won't put me to sleep. I'll just sit there, wondering why and how someone would spend money on a show, and how that guys scoring system works. I've come to realize that there really is no reasoning to it. I think he just likes to push that button and see numbers appear. He gets the urge to see a number, and he pushes the button. It really has no reasoning behind it at all. I bet he's not even listening to the guys that are talking, I bet the Mute button is ALWAYs on! And he's using the button to count how bad he wants pizza or something! :)

My Life in 1's and 0's

So in case you didn't know - I'm a Nerd. A big one. However, I am not nerdy enough to be proficient in performing Binary Math. Right now - i'm trying to learn how to do so, just so I don't fail the test I'm currently cramming for. I think it's ridiculous that I have to learn how to do such a thing, seeing as how I will NEVER use it. Such is the theme of school however - Cram for things that the real world will never require you to put into action. Man - i'm so glad i'm paying thousands of dollars for this 'education'.

Anyhew - onto cooler things. As many of you are probably aware - Valentines Day is Thursday. I was walking through the candy Isle at wal-mart - which also happened to be the isle that contains all the cool Valentines cards that we gave in elementary school. I was laughing as I heard a little girl telling her mother, "That boys are icky, and she didn't want to give THEM one." Couldn't she just get some for the girls? When her mother told her she had to get some for everyone, she responded, "That's stupid. Boys are icky." Even though we've all grown out of that phase, I think we can all empathize. Those were the days though. I remember one year - I got a carnation and a note left in my desk, signed with - "For Katrina - love your secret admireerer." Yeah - the spelling was crappy, but I'm positive it was true love. Never found out who it was though. . . suspicion tells me it was my mother.

My mom has always been really good at making us feel special on Valentines day. She's well aware that she has a bunch of commitment-phobe children, and that it's highly unlikely they'll be celebrating the day with anyone in particular. I can't remember a year I didn't get roses, but I also can't remember a year when they weren't from my mom. That may sound pathetic to some people - but I think i'm really lucky that I have someone that consistently remembers me on that day :) She's inspired me to look at the day as not just a day where you feel stupid cause you're blatantly single - but a day where you can look for ways to show your love for the people who might otherwise feel left out. "Singles Awareness Day" presents us with a great opportunity to think outside the box and show our love and appreciation for the people around us. I'm so grateful for my mother's shining example in that aspect. I know that's super cheesy - but heck. Cupid and heart candy are pretty cheesy too!

Back to the intro-paragraph of my blog, I wonder if my professor would pass me if I made a cool picture out of 1's and 0's. . . Now that's something I can use in the real world. Binary Art. As usless as it sounds, i'm sure it would come in handier than floating point binary multiplication. I'd better stop talking about it in this blog however - and get my bottom to work! Happy Valentines Day everyone! May the creepy little angel called cupid hit you in the back with his arrow! :) And may you be looking at someone attractive when that happens!

The Choice

So there I was. standing in front of the fridge - string cheese in hand. And yet - my decision wasn't finished. Seeing as how my diet coke 20 pack had been emptied earlier this morning, I needed something to drink. As I peered into the fridge for an alternative, a white label that I would all too often overlook stared me in the face. Diet Dr. Pepper.

To most people, this wouldn't be a hard choice. But i've got loyatly issues people. Diet Coke is my drink - I don't cheat. . . well. . . unless i'm at Cafe Sabor, and all they have is pepsi products. . . then I get a diet pepsi. But you see what i'm sayin. . . this D.P was asking me to venture outside my norms . . . to go where I would rarley go. Hmm. . . . I thought. To drink or not to drink. My alternative - water. Water doesn't have caffeine. So i picked up the D.P. (*thanks caroline :) )

I twisted the cap - heard that all so glorious release of carbonated pressure - and took a swig. Oh my. . . it was really good. And so here I am - asking myself. . . should my loyalty truly lie with Diet Coke? what if. . . what if I started to venture out - mix up my drinking options a little bit? Today - Dr. Pepper! Tomorrow - Mt. Dew?! The options are seemingly endless!

Today isn't just about Diet Soda drink choices however. As most of you know, it's Super Tuesday. People across the nation are going to the polls, proclaiming their choice of who they want to represent them in this years presidential race. The way I see it - most of these people are a lot like me. They think, "Man - I would kill for a diet coke right now" But they look in the fridge - no diet coke! (* keep up with me people. . . Diet coke would be who you always thought you wanted for president. but he/she/it isn't running. Or withdrew from the race cause they were counting on florida and bombed. . . . not to mention names or anything. . . ) So you're forced with a choice. Do you vote for Dr. Pepper? Have you even tried Dr. Pepper? If you do, will you like it better than Diet coke?

My analogy is getting crazy - but my point is this. I think we need to research a little bit more than we do. Lets not all just assume that we like Diet Coke, because mom or dad told us we like it. Or just because we were at the store. . . didn't really care - and said, "Hey! I'll drink that!" A few weeks ago I was with some friends, and I was forced to defend my choice of diet coke - aka presidential candidate. I made an idiot out of myself. I had no idea why I had chosen Diet Coke. I just had. In an attempt to defend my choice - I failed. horribly. I even made diet coke look bad because I had no argument. My friends forced me to look at Dr. Pepper - which I had proclaimed to dislike. . . but then I tasted it. And liked it. I wish that months ago - I had ventured out and tasted Dr. Pepper. Could've saved me lots of trouble - and making an idiot out of myself. I hate making an idiot out of myself.