Who Wins?

I was on the bus coming from Harvard Square tonight with ManLosch. It was full, not packed. There were some empty seats in the back. Well in the back there was an older woman sitting and a younger woman with her iPod on and it was REALLY loud. All of a sudden, the older woman turned to the younger woman and says, "Excuse me but can you PLEASE turn that down? Miss? Miss? Can you please turn it down?" The younger woman says "Uhh." The older woman says "I have a really bad headache and your music is too loud." The younger woman says, "Well why don't you just sit over there in THAT seat?" The older woman says, "Because I'm sitting here. I'm not moving."

I think the younger woman turned it down very little. So I asked ManLosch what he thought when we got off the bus. I said, "Who do you think wins? The woman who had the headache or the iPod wearer?" He said,"I side more with the woman with the headache, but only because I don't like obnoxious music that's really loud when I'm on the bus." I said, "Well aren't they BOTH being a little pretentious? Because I think of it this way: if I were the iPod wearer, I honestly wouldn't care that she had a headache, sounds like a personal problem. But on the other hand, there's the rule for the T that says you can't disturb other people with loud music, etc. I get both sides." I think in the end though, I agree with ManLosch. I've also been the victim of someone listening to their iPod WAY too loud and it was super annoying especially when I can't hear my own music.

So what do you think? Who wins?

The Break-Up, Part Trois

Regular yoga night tonight! I got a nice spot in the back. A girl who seemed normal enough placed her mat next to mine. After about 15 minutes, I said to myself "What's that smell??" It seemed to go away for awhile. Then it came back, so I'm like really..wtf is that smell?

Oh hey, I recognize that smell. It's that all too familiar scent of alcohol and shame. The whore next to me had come to yoga from her Saint Patty's Day festivities. Barf. Thanks for that. Shortly thereafter in Extended Child's Pose:, I heard another woman groan to Jill(yoga instructor), "How did you know I needed that? Oooooo.....oh yea....mmmmmmm" WTF?! She just helped her fit into the pose better but instead she sounded as if she were having the world's best orgasm (yea I was a tad jealous).

It's ok, I had my chance soon thereafter. During Pigeon Pose, I needed a better place to rest my head. She walked around and told me in the most soothing voice "You can already place your head on the floor, always do what is comfortable for you" and she totally rubbed my back. In that moment, I totally fell in love with my yoga teacher. I imagined bringing her home and introducing her to ManLosch as my new lady lover ("ManLosch meet Jill. We fell in love during Pigeon Pose) and then realized that I wasn't in love so much as really relaxed. After having a REAL good session tonight, she ends with "Namaste" and then busts out with the information that this will be her last yoga class at the BSC.

WHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?! Huh? Wait, Jill. C'mon. Let's talk about this. I-I thought we had a connection! She then said that she got a full time job so she won't be able to teach the class anymore, but took our email addresses for a possible retreat and may teach a class in the future. I was in shock and mad because she's so awesome. She was talking to another woman as I was about to walk out and then waved at me and said "Thanks so much for always coming to my class, did you sign up on my list?" I said yes and asked a few more quick questions but the woman she was talking to was giving me the death stare as if I PURPOSELY interrupted their conversation. Look whore #2, she talked to ME. You aren't the only one in the room.

Why Jill? Why? I'll do anything; I'll come on a different night, I'll even swim in the pool and mess up my hair. All to get you to stay. Please?? :-(

Is The Colonel In???

No he's not, but maybe this man was trying to summon him with his narcotics usage. Oh Kentucky, you never cease to amaze....

Drunk, High Dad leaves baby in oven....

Useless...Useless I Tell Ya

So I made it to Best Buy tonight to have the Geek Squad look at my laptop and maybe give me an estimate. We roll on in (ManLosch and I) and he says "My network adapter on this laptop stopped working all of a sudden. It's inside the laptop and we were wondering if you could perhaps give us an estimate or a better idea of what's going on." The guy says "No. We would have to send it out off site so it's up the service repair center."

Aren't YA'LL the Geek Squad? To fix shit? And then even after we said "Really? You can't give us an ESTIMATE?" you still said "No." Not to mention the phone was ringing and you seemed real hell bent on getting that call. Was it your hooker for the night?

So after we left Best Buy, we went to MicroCenter. For you Floridians, it's a little like BrandsMart. When we walked in.....HOLY "40 Year Old Virgin." We went to repairs to see what they could tell us. She was REAL strange, but at least she said that if they were to check my laptop in, they'd have to charge me the initial $70 diagnostic thing..then it'd probably be about $300-and thats about when I stopped listening. $300 to fix my laptop. So after Wednesday Adams stopped talking about the ridic price to fix my laptop, she at least DID offer the temporary solution of using a wireless USB adapter. We walked over to the "Communications Department" and found one fairly cheap with Frodo's help (oh god i'm awful). We walked over to the laptops just to take a look and I swear all I could hear was "OH go fuck a goat!!!!" (if you've seen 40 Year Old Virgin....you get it). We checked out and I kicked Ryan in excitement. Because the guy at the other register was TOTALLY the bald black guy from the movie (Romany Malco). It was nothing short of amazing.

The verdict? I'm looking into new laptops. Sigh.

It CAN Get Worse...

...but it sure doesn't feel like it. Besides all my other personal shit, my laptop refuses to work. I tried to get an estimate on fixing it, and the guy was less than helpful.

I also don't like dealing with difficult applicants (all 3 of you) before 9:30 in the morning. Needless to say, my day is going SWIMMINGLY. Could you tell????

It could totally get worse though, and like the pessimistic person I am, I have my life preserver hanging up nearby, just waiting for the next bad thing. :-(

Grub Gone Blue-ish

I didn't blog about the Grub Gone...Blue event from Friday evening. I had an amazing time. I took my friend DiDi, as you needed tickets for the event. It was for the contest I entered and the two winners got to read their entries. No I didn't win, but hey, writing is about rejection. I was thrilled with myself that I actually submitted an entry. I feel like it's a great step forward.

The winners read (which I thought were so-so), and a few others read. Then Diana Joseph, author of "I'm Sorry You Feel That Way" read from that book. What's even more awesome about that is that I have that book on my bookshelf and it's waiting to be read. I'm just sad that I didn't have the book with me for her to sign. The room was PACKED but DiDi and I crammed ourselves on the floor by the open window and sucked it up. After those readings, there was a break (not to mention beer and snacks) before the Open Mic portion. DiDi and I decided to stick around for some of the Open Mic readings and met a guy named Jameson. Who meets people named Jameson?? WE DO. At writer's events. :-)

The Open Mic? WAS HORRRRRIBLE. OMG. DiDi and I had to do everything from choking on our own vomit. Ok, it wasn't that bad. But it was a wonderful wake up call; to never read work out loud unless it's been read over by at LEAST one other person. I think Open Mic's are great because it's an informal way to workshop your work out loud, but still. That doesn't mean everything is great. DiDi looked at my beer and said, "Oh my God, you aren't finished yet...I don't know how much more of this I can take" in between laughs. So I downed the rest of it and we laughed and talked Open Mic and writing on the walk to the T and on the T ride home. DiDi confirmed that my writing was way better than the Open Mic stuff and it felt good. I smiled on the inside and I'm still smiling.

Awesome night ya'll.

The Adventures of Lenti Losch #4

This Lent, I feel has been uneventful. I haven't been drinking soda. Some days I've been ok and others I haven't.Since Sunday's are not considered part of Lent, I had an apple soda last Sunday. I only drank about half of it (and it wasn't Lift...it was Goya...and it wasn't very good). So I went back to iced tea. Maybe my overall indifference has been good for me. I don't know. It's still not helping with my complexion though, so I'm not happy with that. I ain't givin up soda for NOTHIN here.

I have also written one note. I'm SO behind on this and I'm going to push myself into high gear this weekend and write a few.

I'm going to an event tonight where I THINK small appetizers will be served and it might take everything in me to not try one, as I guarantee they won't be fish appetizers. Effin Fish Fridays.

Anyway, a little off topic, I did post a one or two line blog about the new look of the blog, but no one really responded (well not on here anyway). And I never gave credit to the person who helped me out with the header photo. It's a few pictures that I had taken myself and that he used to create the header with his art skillz, bowstaff skillz, and computer hacking skillz (thanks Napoleon). So thanks Craig, for helping me out. I'm officially pimping out his services for all your HTML and design needs, however, since I'm the one pimping, I do get a share of this. Feel free to check out his photos on Flickr, with the provided link (because how else would you know where to find his photos? Duh.).

Wait, WHAT?

I got this event invitation on Facebook (yea yea, I'm on Facebook, shut up). I couldn't NOT share this. 


Some people, no matter where you are, will invite you to events. Sometimes it's a club event, sometimes it's just something going on. Because they don't look to really see WHERE we all live, they invite their entire friend list. So I got invited to a garage sale in Miami for this Saturday. The proceeds go to a little girl who is trying out for "Little Miss Fashionette." The little girl's name? N'Maya. Mmmhmm.


What are they selling? Oh just the usual shit. Leather jackets, Coach purses, Laptops, Breast Pumps, Key-WAIT WHAT? Did I just say Breast Pumps????? WHO RE-SELLS A BREAST PUMP PEOPLE?! Isn't that...weird? Okay, look I ain't got no kids. Maybe this shit is acceptable. BUT, I can damn sure REASSURE you all that I would NEVER use someone else's overworked crusty breast pump.


That is all.

Power Up

To fully maximize my gym membership, I manned up and went to a yoga class tonight (yep..it's totally Monday...not my normal day, which means I'm awesome). It was Power Yoga. I came home first and then went back out. I got there 15 minutes early because there was no class before this one and I figured I would be able to get my space in the back.

WRONG.

This class was almost full at 7:15 and it didn't start until 7:30. So I took a spot on the side by the door. In walks the yoga instructor...buff Juan Marco Polo Sanchez the 18th. I dunno, but DAMN LADIES. He had this accent that sounded like "Eeeneejuan new to a-yoga? Eeeneejuan new to my claaaass?" I raised my hand for the class part. He smiled and said he would pay extra attention to me (holler). I mean, the poses weren't anything new, so I was ready to try something more intermediate to advanced. And these mothereffers weren't playin around. Juan Polo wore like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle shoes.

I wanted to scream out "It's easy for you because you're buff times eight!!" but I didn't. Instead, I just got the workout of a lifetime (and the girl next to me? she totally farted while doing elevated knee to elbow crunches). Marco Juan came over and helped me a little too (shaaaa-WHHHAAAT?). All in all.....I actually liked it. Even though it was longer than usual at an hour and ten minutes as opposed to the fifty minutes, I really feel like I challenged my mind and body tonight.

Now back to the compress on my shoulders.....