Gretch-a-sketch (old)

Dear Firefox,

I'll admit. At first, I was apprehensive. You were unfamiliar and difficult to navigate. Everyone swore that I would love you and I just wasn't sure. You temporarily messed up my g-chat, but I was able to fix it with a quick cache clearing. My bookmarks did indeed transfer over, but it took a few clicks to restore them to the proper folders. The fonts changed, as did the appearance of my school e-mail account.

Firefox, I'm sorry for doubting you. Everyone has their faults and you more than make up for them. There's twitterfox, Foxytunes, and so many more. I'd heard of the joys of automatic spell check and I'm amazed! No more pop-ups? Hallelujah! You also allow me to update my facebook status as "Gretchen is firefoxy."

Plus, just look at how cute you are in stuffed animal form. {Image courtesy of qwantz.com}


I do believe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Yours forever,
Gretchen

Dear Internet Explorer,

It's not me, it's you.

-Gretchen

I'm going home for the weekend to spend some quality time with my pops and meet some amazing teen bloggers, so it should be fun.

I cannot get enough of watching this, even though the guy on the left reminds me of the guys I automatically despise. You know, the kind that think they're the funniest person on earth.



Happy Friday the 13th (spooky!), Happy Useless Holiday Day tomorrow, and Happy Father's Day on Sunday!

Or
In Which I Get Ranty About Something Really Stupid
(Consider yourself warned.)

We got a letter from the apartment management tonight--exterminators are coming to take care of the invisible ant problem tomorrow. Okay, I understand the need to take preventitive measures, but it's at a really inconvienient time AND they made us move all of the furniture out from the wall. Which is large and heavy and laaaaaame. I don't know, it's really not that big of a deal, but I just was so not in the mood tonight to cope. And I don't know if they meant all the stuff from our closets, too, but that crap is staying right where it is. With the help of my stronger roommates, we were able to get everything moved, but it was still a pain. In the moving, I found a dollar behind the chest o' drawers. In this situation, there is only one process for an instant pick-me-up.


1. Drive to the fake downtown.

2. Sing along at the tippy-top of your lungs to the following songs on the radio: Lamar's On the Wings of Love, Miley Cyrus' See You Again, and Sean Paul's Temperature. Strange mix, but even stranger that I knew the words to all three.

3. Purchase this little beauty from Mickey D's.

4. Scarf it down faster that you can say "I'm lovin' it."

5. Hope that the rest of the week goes better.

P.S. Can I get a holla for the new iPhone?

P.P.S. I graduated from high school exactly three years ago. This makes me feel simultaneously very old and very young.

P.P.P.S Back tomorrow with some semblance of normalcy.

Okay, it's not up on the voting page yet, but I couldn't wait and just had to show y'all my latest creation.
GraphJams is my new favorite internet meme...some of the graphs are soda-out-your-nose hilarious. They are mostly taken from song lyrics, but a bunch are from movies. Hence, I came up with this:

Video

When it does make it to the voting page, I'll let you know, so you can vote vote vote (like a leetle stoat) and get it to the front page. We can make this happen! We can be the change we want to see on the internet!

The professor I TA for: "Well, I'm not really up on 'pop culture' or anything like that, but is your hair supposed to look like Uma Thurman's in Pulp Fiction?"
Me (stunned that my straight-laced prof just referenced that movie): "Um...no. I didn't actually have anyone in mind when I got it cut."
Prof: "Okay. At least I tried!"
Me: "I appreciate it."

Via the Lil' Bro's birthday postcard--the front reads "National Procrastination Week has been moved to next month"
On the other side: "Hey look! I didn't procrastinate your birthday. Congrats! 21! You can now legally buy liquor and gamble. Hats off."
[I don't know why, but the deadpan "Hats off" slays me everytime.]

Text conversation with the BFF:
Me: If there were two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think likes dolphins more?
Her: I'd say Flippy!
Me: Well, you'd be wrong. It's Hambone.
[I love that we get each other.]

Roomie #1: "You should blog about it." [I don't remember what "it" was, to be honest.]
Roomie #2: "Yeah, Gretchen, that would rock. But you know what they say...thou shalt not covet thy roommate's weblog."
Me: "Yeah... I think that's like Commandment #56."

On the local pizza joint's sign:
BEETS ARE BACK.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
-MATT
[1. Um...what?! 2. A part of me hopes it's a beet pizza that pays tribute to Dwight.]

Don't forget to enter the contest by tomorrow afternoon!

This is one of my favorite movie scenes ever, no battle. Elizabeth Shue, I adore you!

No, this is not the sweet blog post I teased about last time. I just needed an excuse to use that blog title.

In other news, I'm playing around with the formatting. (Duh, Gretchen, as if they couldn't tell?)

One more random item: Is there a blog that showcases blogs with only one or two entry? Like, where the author started one and then didn't return? For example, I came across this one yesterday (set the world on fire, huh?) and I wanted this to be my original domain, but noooo, it was taken.

That is all.