ammogirl

Man, although I love Google Reader because of the convenience of having everything in one spot oh and the fact that it bypasses my work firewall, enabling me to read ALL my favorite sites, even if the actual url is blocked is absolutely fabulous, it makes me feel like a bad…what would it be…friend?  fan?  reader?  yeah, reader.  Google Reader has turned me into a bad reader because not having to go to the site makes it that much easier for me to not comment.  Here’s what happens, generally:  several (thousand) times a day, I get bored at work and bring up Google to see if anything new has appeared.  If someone has posted, I read it, and think whatever thoughts I think about what they wrote, and say to myself, “I’m going to go back later and comment!  I will!”  and then I hit “refresh” and just like the little Google Reader window, my mind goes blank.  And then I forget to comment until the next day, when a new post shows up, OR when that person has commented on my current post AGAIN, faithfully, like Kario, WHO IS A GOOD READER.

Also, I have begun to feel stalkerish if I actually GO to a site as opposed to just reader-ing it, because if people look at their stats, they’ll see a German IP and sometimes an “af.mil” url and while I don’t presume to think the people I read have only one reader in Germany, I DO think everything is about me.  As a result, I feel like it’s immediately obvious who the German hit is and to prevent and therefore try to go to actual sites as little as possible.  Most of the time.

I’ve been wanting to say that for a long time, like, at least a month and now that I did, it seems pretty lame, like, why am I worried about that?  Okay?  Totally insignificant, right?  And…that’s why this girl’s taking Zoloft.

So anyway, today was Freshman Parent Orientation!  Oh my god!  There is nothing else that can make you feel so old as FRESHMAN PARENT ORIENTATION!  all of us parents congregated in the Jr. High cafeteria, and then once we had filled in the 8th grade filed in.  When I saw Lindsey I was like, “hey” and she was like, “omG MOM NOT HERE” while her friends were all, “Lindsey’s mom!  HI!  How are you! YOU’RE SO GREAT!”  I commented about that to the mom sitting next to me and she was all, “ditto, here, watch this” and called out to a group of boys walking by.  It was easy to spot her son, since he was the one who got immediate death glare and stalked away, while his nice friends came over and said hi to Mrs. Their Friend’s Mom.  When they walked away we laughed about it, and then I panicked because I could sense small talk coming.  So I focused on the really boring speaker (”My name is Mr. Lopez, but when you start high school next year you can call me Your Majesty or Your Highness”) and I could see her out of the corner of my eye trying to be friendly but of course I’m weird, so.  NO CONTACT!  NO CONTACT!

I should just get a blackberry or some other personal emailing device so I can communicate electronically with everyone I encounter.  Also, I bet the people I work with really wish my phobia of talking still applied in the office.

Oh, right…orientation.  Mr. Lopez talked a lot, and then introduced some guest speakers, like the French teacher who sang a French goodbye song, and the AVID instructors, and the JROTC who did a sabre/gun drill, and then he lectured the kids on eating properly (wtf) and then he opened it up to the kids for questions like, “why don’t they offer cosmetology to 9th grade” and then FINALLY it was over.  I was expecting something more exciting, or…parent related, maybe.  It’s my first Freshman Parent Orientation, I don’t know.

Also!  I haven’t gotten Rock Band yet, (I know, OBVIOUSLY, but I’M SO EXCITED) and remember like, a month ago when I said I love my Epil hair remover thing?  I STILL LOVE IT!  It is the most awesome purchase I’ve ever made.  I scoff at razors now.

Tschuss!