Blame The Cough Syrup

I haven't been able to think of anything especially funny or cool to blog about in... well... probably ever, but I like to at least tell myself some of these are funny, so I'm going to go with "awhile."
Yes.
So I've decided to just blog about WHATEVER I WANT TO BLOG ABOUT.
After all, it's my blog.  If you're reading it you probably know me and like me enough to kind of humor me and pretend my life is interesting.  

 

If you don't know me, then, please believe that I am pretty and smart and very impressive and have much better grammar than is represented here. 

 

Also interesting enough to have a blog.

 

So I will just blog about whatever "exciting" things are going on with me.  Please don't let the "" undermine how exciting I am if you don't know better and might believe I'm actually exciting.

See? Skydiving.  That's like the definition of exciting.*

*I have never actually been skydiving**.

**I did dream about it a couple of times though.***

*** I woke up terrified.

 

 

So on that note:
I TOTALLY managed to sync all of my album artwork properly with both iTunes and my ipod last week.
This is approximately my 247th attempt at this.  Or 4th.  The amount of sheer frustration, though, I think is better represented by the number 247.  It just has a nice ring to it.
Go ahead; try it out.

 

Nice, right?

 

Two-Hundred-Forty-Seven.....

 

Huh?  What? Where was I...

 

Upon completing the task successfully, about 2 hours after I meant to go to bed, I shrieked in triumph and threw both arms up in the air. 
It was a technology field goal.

 

 

 

The cat was mostly annoyed I'd awoken her and the boyfriend was surprisingly unfazed by the whole shrieking situation and noisily rolled over in the bed upstairs and "knocked" something onto the floor to create a thump of reproachfulness.

 

But I still felt really bad ass.   So I started blabbing to people about my bad-assedness expecting people to be at least as impressed with me as I was with myself.  I mean, have you ever tried to get iTunes to do something it doesn't want to do? 
I should get some kind of award.

Don't act like you're not impressed.

 

But no one was impressed.  Like not even a little.
So then I tried to more forcefully impress upon my good friend how very impressed she should be. But, you see, there's something wrong with my brain.  
I didn't describe the process or how difficult it was or the ongoing battle with google or any of that logical stuff. 
I just started spouting at her. 
Really fast.
In the voice of iTunes.
Here's the actual string of texts I sent to her:





"oh, you mean you went through the trouble of finding and copying and pasting all of that because you actually want to SEE it?"

"I thought it was for informational purposes"

"Why would you want to see any but the very few that I was able to find for you?"

"Is my album artwork not good enough for you?"

"What are you trying to say?"

*sniff

"What do you mean you're only using me because you have to?"

"you're USING me? I thought you loved me!"

That's pretty much what iTunes is like
a terrible, insecure, self-centered, overly-emotional girlfriend
with a low IQ

 

 

And I stand by my assessment. 

And if you don't know me and are still reading this.  You're pretty awesome.  Or bored.  In either case, please continue to believe that I am smart, pretty, interesting, exciting, do exciting things, and have better grammar.

Also, I have the flu.  So if it so happens that this post is a lot more insane and a lot less entertaining than I think it is, blame the cough syrup.