My Random Blog

I have been so all-consumed with BlackBerry software, applications, graphic design and themes these days that I seem to have forgotten I even have a blog. I’ve joined a couple of online forums, and have been busy helping other forum users. Mostly with links to new operating systems, since posting them is a big no-no. I’ve always been a modder of Motorola and Nokia phones, so I’m quite new to this BlackBerry world. So far, me likey.

In addition the technical stuff, I have discovered ColorWare. While cruising around BB theme sites, I ran across NancyDrew BlackBerry Themes. (If you’re looking for themes for your BlackBerry, she’s a fucking genius.) She has a photo of her “PinkBerry” there, done by ColorWare, and I almost peed myself. She was even kind enough to answer some of my questions about it. I just don’t know how I’m going to live without my phone for the amount of time it will take them to paint it. I have discovered the crack of cell phones and I am addicted.

Moving on…

Saturday night at work was Saturday night at work. I was SO tired from having been there once already, early in the a.m., but I was actually let off about an hour early. Something that never happens on a weekend night. So, naturally, I had to take advantage.

I don’t know where I got the strength, but I met up with BFF and a few other girlfriends after work. I was still very tired, so I decided to mix my Tuaca with Red Bull. THAT handled my tired problem pretty efficiently. I remained awake and able to drink beer the rest of the night. A good idea at the time, but a bad idea on Sunday. Needless to say, I didn’t go anywhere yesterday. (I had the day off, thank God.)

I spent today (my usual day off) not doing all the shit I meant to do. Like laundry. Between my BlackBerry and my laptop, I’m shocked I managed to even feed myself.

I’m off to do more nerdy shit, then I’ll try to turn my brain down enough to sleep.

Peace, addiction and fun.

Sooo… I got my hands on RIM’s latest beta OS for my BlackBerry Curve last night (all hail the Internet) and installed it. There are not words to express how thrilled I am with it.

It seems that AT&T likes to lock down certain features that should otherwise be available. For instance: My phone did not have a video camera or the ability to stream videos online from sites like YouTube. I consider those pretty basic features, considering this phone retails for upwards of $400.

Well thankfully I’ve been modifying phones for years and was able to upgrade my software myself. Now my fab CrackBerry does all the things it was born to do. I’d like to give a big middle finger to AT&T now. Ya’ll can’t keep a true nerd down, bitches.

Gotta get ready for work now. I’m dreading it as I’ve been there once already today and have been up since 7 this morning. I should be off about midnight. My attempt at a nap was futile. God help me when all the sugar and caffeine wear off.

Me and my hangover will be back Monday.

Peace and technology.

Tonight I logged into MySpace for the first time in ages and thought I’d steal this and post it. I’m not sure how often I’ll do shit like this, but I’m thinking about once a week since I love them. I’m lame. I know that already. Oh and I’m leaving the spelling errors and typos in because I don’t feel like correcting a 16 year-old’s grammar today.

And now… The inside of my head.

What brand are your jeans that your wearing?
I am currently wearing PJ’s and I have no idea who made them. Probably child slaves in a third world country.

Would you like to see the first person you kissed this year?
Oddly enough- I HAVE seen him. He was a bouncer at a club I went to recently. He’s cute, and built, but bald.

What was your worst mistake in your life?
His name is Greg. He’s a douche.

What did you do yesterday?
I worked then went out to see my girl Sly compete.

Are you going out of state soon?
Not unless I get arrrested and then out on bail.

Is there any emotion you’re trying to avoid right now?
Nope. Too hungover to feel anything.

Do you own a polo shirt?
Yes. Although I never, ever wear it. It keeps my fuzzy hanger company.

Have you kissed anyone recently?
Uh, the last person I kissed (romantically) was Stupid Cuteness. But I kiss my girlfriends on a regular basis. (Not romantically.)

Did you know that peeling a wrapper off of a bottle, means your sexually
frustrated?
No, I think it means you’re bored.

What friend do you tell the most to?
BFF for sure. She knows everything, even when she doesn’t want to.

Name 3 thoughts you have at this exact moment?
Tylenol.
Work tomorrow.
Cute guy I met last night.

Name 3 drinks you drink regularly?
Lipton tea
Widmer
Water

Ever had a drunk night in Mexico?
Drinking in Mexico is bad… So I hear…

You’re walking down the street with your love, where are you going?
Uh, me walking down the street with ANYONE is a scenario that will never take place. I have a car. Therefore I drive it.

Was your last kiss a mistake?
Probably, but whatever.

Where did the shirt you’re wearing come from?
A store that sells shirts. Thank God for those.

How many people do you know with your name?
Not a one.

How’s your heart lately?
It’s still beating. *whew*

Do you have hairspray in your hair?
Actually yes. I have to when I work, to keep all the crazy hairs in place.

Do you wet the toothbrush before the toothpaste?
Uh, yeah.

Does anything hurt on your body?
My ass hurts from when I fell down last night, after slipping on booze, in heels. Classy.

What are you doing tomorrow?
Working and coming home. I think.

Have you ever punched a hole in the wall?
Oh yeah. Lots of them. Not recently though.

What are you doing for your next birthday?
Hopefully hitting the beach. I need it.

Peace and random info. you didn’t need.

Last night my girl, Sly, was in a bartending competition. Of course I had to be there to support her- and my idea of supporting her was drinking my body weight in beer and whatever random shots she made up. (Some of those shots were gawd awful, by the way. Never mix gin and peach schnapps. Ever.) She tied for 1st with another girl and will have to do it all over again next week. I’ll be there for sure.

Since Sly and Vanilla Ice are good friends, he showed up there too. He was with some blond chick with tons of hair piled on her head. I was too drunk to notice anything else. I’m thinking he and I at least said hello to each other, but I’m not really sure. In any event, the jackass called me at 7:51 this morning. I really wish I knew what the hell was wrong with him, but I’m too hungover to call him and flip out. I’ll try to make a mental note to do it when I see him again. Evidently what the guy needs is a scene.

Oh yeah, and I took some photos last night and have uploaded them to my Flickr page.

Peace and friend support.

Today I received the Sharing The Love Award from the fabulous Dette over at Muthahood Crib, who got it from Stay at Home Mom, who got it from Spice World, who got it from Memoirs of a Mommy. Good Lord, that’s a lot of mommy blogs. By the way- if you are someone I’ve shared the love with, you don’t have to re-post all these links. I did it just because I felt like it.

Now here’s the 411 on my new award:

“The rules of this award are: SHARE THE LOVE!!! Share this award with all those blogs out there that you love. All the people who make you smile. All those that make you laugh. All those that make your day. All those that leave uplifting comments on your blog. **All I ask, is that you include a link to this post with the award and ask your recipient to do the same**

As you may have recently seen on my side bar, I have finally created a custom blog award!! I have wanted to do this for a long time but never came up with something that “fit”. I didn’t want just anything. It had to be something that meant something to me. And what could mean more than Sharing the Love by giving you pieces of my heart??

So I created this award in Honor Of The Donor That Saved Noah’s Life. I share this award with those of you whose love and friendship have enriched my life and made my world a better place.

I hope by passing this award around the blogging world we can all help raise awareness of the need for Organ Donation.”

Thank you so very much, Dette, for sharing the love with me!

And now I’d like to pass on the love to a few bloggers who make even my hangover days better.

Fashion Paramedic
We Sleep for Dreaming
An Alien Mind
Thinking Out Loud
I Do Things
Drowsey Monkey
Thoughtprints

Peace and free love.

I don’t usually go out on Saturday nights, but last night at work was brutal and I needed a beer and a shot (or several). Luckily, BFF was available to join me. So late last night we headed to our local restaurant/bar and had at it. Several other friends joined us and we ended up having a lot of fun. Yay us.

I saw Vanilla Ice and Scrubs, but didn’t pay attention to either of them. Vanilla bailed as soon as I hit the patio, which I thought was interesting. I feel kind of bad about the way I treated Scrubs, being that he’s so ridiculously nice, but I wasn’t in the mood. He said hello as I was moving to another patio and I barely acknowledged him and kept walking. Rude. Oh well, I can’t blow butterflies up everyone’s ass all the time.

Surprisingly, Vanilla Ice thought booty calling me at 4 a.m. was a good idea. Luckily, I was super asleep and didn’t hear the call. When I woke up this morning, however, I promptly sent him a text telling him that his number was deleted and he should do the same with mine. He wasn’t pleased with that and called me immediately, but I sent him to voice mail. Then he started texting me asking why and what was wrong. I simply told him that my “booty call” days were over. Which isn’t exactly true, as I’m sure I’ll end up in the apartment of Stupid Cuteness again someday, but it’s true for him. He then insisted that being friends was a better option than mutual number deletion- so that’s where we left it. I don’t see the point, really, but evidently he has his reasons. If they include calling me at 4 a.m. again, he’s getting my foot up his ass.

Now I’m off to get ready for work. I’ll be heading out again tonight with BFF. Hopefully I’ll feel this good tomorrow, but somehow I doubt it.

Peace and adult beverages.

Today I feel like total and utter shit, but I don’t care because last night was fabulous.

I had some beers with friends, then came home like a good girl. Then Stupid Cuteness and I started a text-a-thon, which ended with me at his apartment. My squishy spot for him over-rode my otherwise questionable judgment. I suspect that will happen again in the future.

It’s unfortunate that he lives like a bachelor pig because his place ate my shirt. Then we couldn’t locate my shoes. I had to do the walk of shame, to my car this afternoon, in bare feet and a Hooters t-shirt. Classy. Hopefully his apartment will throw up soon and I can get my shit back. Last time, I left my socks there. They have never resurfaced.

The potential revival of Vanilla Ice was a bad idea and I’m keeping him in the past. I’ve deleted his number from my phone and that’s the end of that. Until the next time he gets my voice mail at 3 a.m., anyway. I’m sure eventually he will give up. I’m too over it to bother explaining things to him.

I wish Stupid Cuteness wasn’t such a flake, but at least he can distract me until someone comes along who is actually worth dating.

Peace and crushes that remain.

EDIT: I thought I’d take a pic of that classy shirt and post it. Sexy, right?