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|  Call me crabby, but I've never fully appreciated the whole explosives thing. I'm going to be woman/sensible man number 3,950,203 today who says this, but here goes: To me, lighting fireworks is like taking a $20 bill and lighting it on fire. Which adds to my amazement when I hear about people who spend upwards of $1,000 just to blow it up. Sure the show is nice, but in the end, what are you left with? Charred paper products and the memory of flashing light followed by a quick "poof."
All that said, I went with my boyfriend to my very first Fourth of July celebration with his family. He does not share my disdain for fireworks, so I wasn't too surprised when the amazing, brave, and handsome man who kisses me like no one has ever kissed me before and who also has quit his job to go into full time ministry and doesn't have a pot to pee in very proudly announced that he spent $30 on fireworks for the event. That should anger me more, but I kind of get it. Apparently, you're not supposed to hold Roman Candles, but apparently, not everyone abides by that rule and I got to stand there with a giant stick jerking my arm back with every miniature explosion. I have to admit, that was kind of exhilarating.
I don't know, it was fun to sit there and watch all of these colorful lights explode before me, but I still don't think I could go out and spend money on it. Why spend the money when your whole block does it for you? Really?
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| Well, Cox finally came through with their threat and I have been living sans internet for the past few weeks. I don't know how I did it before. When I got my very first all by myself apartment, I decided to go au natural and live without television and internet. I did that for about two years. Then, I finally cave, have limited cable and barely used online service for about three or four months, and now I don't know what to do with myself. I go home, stare at my cats, sit on my couch, get bored, go to bed. This would be the cycle of my life if it weren't for Sims. Ahh, the Sims. Able to suck away hours of your life without you even realizing it. Anyway, if my internet usage from now on is blotchy and infrequent. That is why. Happy freaking Thanksgiving. | | |
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 Okay, so it's been forever since I called Cox and told them I wanted to cancel. They were supposed to send out a guy to shut it off, but here I am, a forever later and I'm still online. I'm kind of relieved b/c I really like to write and all of my office programs that enable me to save offline writing have been "unable to read file" for way too long. I really should have that looked at.
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| I've decided I really like jazz guitar. Have you read some of the things Jenelle's been saying lately? She's got an interesting writing style. I think she should write books.
I'm still waiting for them to shut off my internet. I hope to heck they're still not charging me. . .
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| So, xanga friends. I'm doing it again. I'm cleansing my life of needless, time sucking things. Things like television and internet. I called Cox Communications today and cancelled both of my services. My home will once more be silent. No more television mapping out my evenings (5:00-7:00, same syndicated programs, 7:00-10:00 various comedies and drama's, 10:00-whenever, mindless flipping through the channels.) I will once again join the land of the living. No more internet to keep me bouncing back and forth between myspace and xanga, in hopes that SOMEONE left me a comment. I'm done. You'll probably see this blog entry from now on and get all annoyed because I don't update. If you would like to email me, you may do so. I'll still check my email at my parents' house or at the library, and my long, ramblng personal emails are even funnier than my long rambling general posts. . . at least I think so. Email me at perelandra29@myway.com
I don't care who you are, I would love to hear from you. In the meantime, I'll leave you with this webcomic that I found tonight and that I really enjoy.
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