2008-05-31’s pHenomena in 140 characters, or less.
- On a scale of 1-5, how evil is it to use your boyfriend as a subject in a small psychological experiment? #
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2008-05-29’s pHenomena in 140 characters, or less.
- Ouch. I can’t breathe today, damn asthma, and my guts hurt. I knew I should have stayed home. #
- Seen at the mall: cute, fiery eyed 4 year old boy wearing a shirt that said, “My parents are exhausted.” #
- I’m go glad I’m not part of, and probably never will be part of, anything resembling union negotiations. Those people look miserable. #
- Looking at a temporary tag on a truck in front of me in traffic… dated 12/07/07… #
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I’m a digital pack rat.
I have over 9GB of photos on my hard drive now.
And having recently discovered the amount of control after the fact shooting in RAW gives me, I’m tempted to start shooting in it instead of JPG. What does that do to my file size? MORE THAN DOUBLES IT!
So. I made a new sorting structure for my mess of image files and started going through them. I am finding it ridiculously hard to part with them. I remember clearly every moment that every last one of them was taken, and it feels like I’m getting rid of something special. Even when the photo is of nothing of importance and isn’t particularly artistic, I am having difficulty letting go.
I’m going to have to get over it and learn to delete.
/ sigh
Time? What is that?
I’m not very good at dealing with time.
I lose track of it. I forget it.
I often don’t even know what day it is. And I normally have to check multiple times within a single day, because my brain doesn’t seem to see that as something I need to know and therefore, remember.
My old job required me to always know the date and day of the week. So I did alright then. But it took less than a day or two of that position being gone before I was in the oblivion of constant checking.
I have both an old-fashioned calendar in my bag and have finally got myself actually using Google calendar, synced to my Outlook, to keep my personal and work life as organized as I can. I set reminders on EVERYTHING, in Outlook, and Google, because otherwise, times and dates creep up and pass without my attention and I miss things and forget things.
I looked over at my wall next to the desk just a moment ago and had to laugh. I have my bulletin board, and next to it, a calendar that I stare at often when I’m in deep thought.
It’s still on June 2007.
Shows you how much attention I pay. Ha.
I think I’m going to just leave it there.
June had a pretty picture in that calendar.
Heartbreak.
For a while now I’ve been pondering over the decision of what to do with my “economic stimulus” money.
Well, today was the day I would have been getting it. When it hadn’t yet appeared, I hopped on the IRS Website and used their Where’s My Moolah thing…
And realized…
That duh, with my parents still claiming me on their taxes… since it gives them a huge tax break I let them do so even though I’m actually financially independent other than sharing their roof…
I get no monies.
UPDATE: Want to hear something interesting?
My parents don’t get any money for me, because I’m over seventeen. I get no money, because I’m a dependent, despite the fact that I filed my own tax return with big enough numbers on there that I could have been in my own place the whole time.
And, it really sucks is for situations like one of my sister’s; she’s raising her bum best friend’s kids. There’s a son who just turned eighteen and graduates high school tomorrow. He doesn’t have a job. He’s truly a dependent. But he’s over seventeen… so does my sister get any money for him? Nope.
