Birthday Girl...the big One-Nine

Dear reader,



Well, hello there. And how are you today?

As you can probably guess from the title of this post, it's my birthday today. I am now 19 years old. It's sad really. I was just getting used to the idea of being 18, and now I'm suddenly a year older. Every time someone asks me how old I am I'll probably have to think for 30 seconds before I answer them. Which do you think is most embarrassing, dear reader? Looking like you're actually calculating your age on the spot, deducting your year of birth from the year you're in--and carry the one--or first saying you're one age, then having to take it back and say, oh I forgot, I'm actually this old. Yeah. I've actually done both, so...I don't know what that says about me.

I just pulled an all-nighter, the second or third one this week, I'm not entirely sure--the days kind of blurred together and I lost track of time about 18 hours in--followed by an extremely unhealthy breakfast at about seven this morning. I should cherish these years while they last. The years where my body is still young and buoyant enough that I can put all sorts of crap into it, and subject it to all sorts of crappy treatment, and not have it bloat to enormous proportions or run myself in the ground.


Anyway. I was looking at last year's Birthday post, and I've realized that I actually have grown somewhat over the past year. Well, not exponentially, you understand. But gradually. Very gradually. I've been maturing, I swear. And last year, I was just sitting around home and devolving into a state of boredom-induced vegetation. This year, I've been working. A lot. I'm working right this second, actually. Honest. I've been looking for a software to install my decrepit scanner into my Fujitsu-baby. 


There's an interesting story about that, actually. I just noticed I say 'actually' a lot. Oh, yeah, okay...the story. It happened like this: I was looking for my sad relic of a scanner, and found it in one of my Dad's cabinet drawers. I got it out from its dark corner where it had been very effectively collecting dust for the past few years. I checked around, no wires. No power supply cables, no USB cables as well. I figured, no problem, I'll just use the ones from the printer. The USB cable fit perfectly, but--cue gasp of horror--the power cable didn't. Desperate, I looked around for any one that looked like it would match. The hole was round for Pete's sake. I was pulling out the wires from all the laptops in the house, seeing as they were the only round power cables I could think of. I tried my Fujitsu-baby's one the last, and, lo and behold, it fit! The light came on and Fujitsu-baby made that 'du-DUH' sound computers make when something has connected successfully. I was so relieved, you wouldn't believe it.


And after that whole ordeal, of course, it just won't install. Of course that would happen. That's just how life works. You think everything is peachy-keen and hunky-dory...til you get that alert that says something is incompatible with something else, and the stupid machine didn't install properly. Would you like to reinstall? It's so annoying. Maybe I should switch to Mac after all. Do Mac-bookers have to deal with the kind of aggravation Microsoft users go through every time they turn on their computers?


Anyway. I'm still trying to install the hopelessly antiquated scanner. I'm cranky. Did I mention I haven't slept? At all? Since last night? Well, I'm mentioning it now. I was working, damn it! And this stupid, dilapidated scanner is seriously throwing a monkey bar into my schedule! We're supposed to finish the thrice-accursed thing this afternoon! It's already ten something! I'll never be ready on time! And I'm using way too many exclamation marks! Exclamation mark!


Sigh.


Oh my gosh, look at that! It's an abrupt topic change! So there's this song I'm really into recently. It's from the soundtrack of House Bunny, interestingly enough. Hey, don't dis the Farris, dear reader. The movie was...okay. Well, the music was good anyway. So the song is 'New Soul' by Yael Naim. She's French-Israeli, I think. I'm not sure if this song goes with this post at all, but I feel like it does somehow. Maybe I just really need to sleep. Enjoy the song, dear reader.












The girl in the middle of the video with the red hair isn't Yael Naim...I have no idea who she is or what she's doing there. I didn't make the video, so. Yeah. I love the part in the song where she goes "communi-cate". I love songs where the singers aren't native English speakers, then you have an excuse to sing the song in a foreign accent. Not that you really need an excuse, though.

Okay, I'm going now. It's 10:52 and the dusty artifact I call a scanner still isn't installing. I'll go flail my arms in panic somewhere you can't see me, dear reader. Til next time, I remain...





Yours,




Figgy the New Nineteen-Year Old Soul