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Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even when there is no river. ~ Nikita Khrushchev

Take everything you like seriously, except yourselves. ~ Rudyard Kipling

Refuse to be ill. Never tell people you are ill; never own it to yourself. Illness is one of those things which a man should resist on principle. ~Edward Bulyer-Lytton

I went to an optometrist today to get fitted for a new kind of contact lens. For something that held its moisture better. I don’t think putting in rewetting drops every 30 minutes is conducive to a productive work environment. I’m going to get the Acuvue Oasys. When I tried on the trial pair, it’s honestly the first time I remember not being aware that I had an artificial lens floating on the surface of my eye. I mean, I couldn’t feel it. I knew I had it in, I could see, obviously it wasn’t just magic that I finally had 20/20.

But the other huge part of my day, the thing that made that particular eye exam/fitting so much more worth it, so much more fulfilling was finding out that they actually made color contacts that I could wear. Normally, eye exams are incredibly depressing for me. My eyes get worse (it’s really been all downhill for the last 2 decades), my frame possibilities shrink, the price of glasses goes up, and I need to change my contact prescription. Again. And due to the moisture issue, I only ever really wear contacts during the summer.

I don’t expect to wear the color contacts ALL the time. So, in comparison to the number of boxes of Oasys I’ll get, one box of the colored stuff will probably last me a while. I’m so incredibly excited. So I may not be able to have awesome hair all the time (RIP punky red underlayer) (I do have secret awesome hair though)… but at least I’ve finally been granted the option of colored contacts.

MASSIVE SQUEE

I love this skirt: Norma Kamali high Waist Skirt

However, if I hadn’t created my very own pair of jeans that looked incredibly similar to this for less than $3 back in college, I might have bought this up. Might have. I’m guessing it cost maybe $5 for the number of safety pins on that skirt. I’d really rather pay good money for items I can NOT DIY.

Ah well…

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

- John Muir

You must be the change you want to see in the world.

- Mahatma Gandhi

Never let the demands of tomorrow interfere with the pleasures and excitement of today.

- Meredith Willson, The Music Man

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a few ponderables, as per the events of the week.

• too often, people can reveal their cruelty by way of anonymity via the internet.
• the rest of a lazy sunday can be ruined by a sudden awakening (because i woke up thinking i’d overslept by a few hours on a monday morning)
• monday mornings are inevitable and inescapable. somewhere, out there, it’s a monday morning.
• chilly rainy days/nights so close to june just plain sucks.
• no matter how many times i intend to do a bit of work at home, it never happens. ever.
• cats on a treadmill are hilarious. no matter how many times you play it.
  • so are sneezing pandas
• need we be terribly surprised at the shortcomings of a world that is substantially run by the personalities who dominate meetings?

And what’s it take for a blogger to get a little love from her friends? Seriously. I delete more spam every day than I get emails (and I’m not talking email promotion kinds) from friends. Yeah. I totally was not just begging for insightful and friendly comments right now.

What’s a friend anyway? In the age of Web 2.0 and all things social media, the word ‘friend’ has become dilute. Originally a noun, it’s now taken on the form of verb as well. We friend people on MySpace, Facebook, Friendster (still a huge hit in the Philippines and countries other than the US). We add friends to our buddy lists on AIM, meebo, Gchat, and other instant messenger programs. We friend each other on LiveJournal (and all other clones). In blogs, we add friends (regardless of whether or not we’ve actually met these people IRL or otherwise) to our blogrolls — even though we try to make it seem more sophisticated than it is by saying ‘blogroll’. There are friend lists on World of Warcraft, Puzzle Pirates and other assorted MMORPGs (did I spell that right? Friends? Help!).

Who are our friends? When I was younger, friends were the people who you had things in common with, shared the same jokes, the same classes — essentially the people who you didn’t want to throttle on a daily basis. As I grew, friends were shuttled into different categories: best friends, close friends, friends of convenience (parental term, not mine) and acquaintances.

Now we have networking friends. MySpace friends. Facebook friends (which now seem to span everything from elementary school contacts you’ve fallen out of touch with, one night stands that don’t seem to understand ‘one night’, to business contacts, and family members). Friendster friends (who in the US of A still uses this?). Business associates. The list goes on and on.

But who, out of your 400+ friends, do you still talk to as actual friends? Since when did the word ‘friend’ need so many descriptive adjectives?

I got it! I played it! I loved it! My right thumb (aka the acceleration button) is now totally spazzing and shaking. I still love it! So, I’m totally going to play more tomorrow. (duh)

My favorite character has to be Baby Peach.

Holy crap. I missed both the first day of May and the fact that it’s no longer April. And the unalterable and undeniable fact that Mother’s Day is around the corner. And with that — my mom’s birthday. Two separate days this year. Which means two separate presents, since none of our family are cheap enough to cheat someone out of one day of presents when they have two “holidays” all to themselves.

Bugger.