what happened to all the free photo hosting on the internet?
i used to be able to host as many pictures on yahoo as i wanted, but they teamed up with flickr, which i didn't think was a problem until they told me i had too many pictures and i can only have 200 at a time. um, lame. well, i could pay $25 a month for more storage. no.
so people keep telling me about picasa and how it's so great, so i'm trying that, but not only is it really slow, but i only get 1024MB, which i know is a lot, but i take a LOT of pictures. and i like to share them. as of now, i have a lot of them on facebook, which will probably start imposing a limit on me sometime soon. Photobucket gives me up to a GB, which is really nice of them.
no more unlimited free places though. damn consumerism and people's want of money all the time.
12.27.2007
12.14.2007
bumps in the night... and the day... and the early morning
i've been talking about posting this for a while, and it's finally time.
at 6:45 this morning, a friday, my day to sleep in, i was woken up by foot stomps and thumps from upstairs. this isn't a new occurance. our upstairs neighbors seem to have feet made of lead. i can actually tell when they are walking up the stairs in the center of the building, as it resembles the sounds of a Discovery channel stampede. usually i will roll over and fall back to sleep.
this morning however, it was different. it was like they were having a dance party at a god-awful time in the morning. every fifteen or so minutes i was rudely re-awakened by some other bump or stomp and sometimes bangs loud enough to shake the walls.
jesus-joe on a stick, i actually hate these people. i've never met any of them, actually. i don't know how many of them there are, but i know there are adults and little kids and they are somehow millions of pounds and can make insane noises.
i gave up around 9am. 9am on my day off. ridiculous. i decided watching a movie was a viable alternative, as the noises usually stop around 9:30, i assume they go to work. not today. they continue. the thumps and scrapings are now accompanies by music. i haven't the slightest as to what it is, i just know that there is a drumish sound, going, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk... bonk my head against the wall? i continue with my movie, until there are three loud bangs in a row. my immediate response? bang my fist on the wall. no reaction. MORE LOUD SOUNDS. i finish my movie. i lay in bed, not wanting to get out as it is cold and i don't need to be anywhere until 1:30 anyway. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP. oh my goooooooooooood.
i can hear someone snoring in the room directly above me almost every night. maybe it's because my room is a bit cavernous, but it doesn't really matter. if your snores can be heard over music and a room down... you might want to see someone about that. my roommate is over the kids room. she swears they dribble bowling balls and enjoy jumping off the bed. i don't doubt her for a second. she also stumbled into my room early one sunday to inform me that who ever was upstairs was BLASTING Christina Aguilera... specifically Genie in a Bottle.. in spanish. and let me tell you, 9am on a sunday is way too early for genie in a bottle. always.
I have resorted to noise canceling headphones. i can still hear the bangs. seriously, what are these people's feet made of? maybe they don't have carpet. i don't know. i just know they are loud and they drive me crazy.
someone vacuums at all hours. i mean all hours. 6am, 3pm, 7pm, 2am. there are metal scraping and banging noises like a file cabinet has been pushed over. we can hear the children run from one end of the apartment to the other... and back. indescribable noises that will make you jump six inches out of your skin. a weird repetitive noise that sounds like a dull knife on metal. maybe porcelain on porcelain, that comes from the closet/bathroom area. i'm convinced there is a captive trying to get out. of course there isn't, but it sounds like it.
any rational human being would go upstairs and ask them to be quiet.
2 problems with that. 1. i am not a rational person. 2. i'm pretty sure it won't help.
i base this on an incident from last year. it was the middle of the day, and i was attempting homework. i was quite stressed at the time, and i don't know why but i was. so i just hear all of this banging coming from over my room and the living room and after one particular spectacular crash, i lost my marbles and yell "WOULD YOU PLEASE BE QUIET?!" at the top of my lungs at the ceiling. silence, for a few moments, shuffling, and the two little bastards (a guess, but i'm pretty sure there are 2 kids, and they aren't actual bastards, but that's all i can bring myself to call the little devils), start stomping in a small circle in the middle of my bedroom. i went into the kitchen, where it was silent for a while. therefore, i know i'm not rational (yelling at the ceiling? yeaaah), and i'm pretty sure they are vengeful little bastards.
not to mention, i'm a member of the unconfrontational club, so i just can't. in fits of fury i swear to cut their feet off and hope that then they'd just have stumps to mope around on, and they'd have to leave because we don't have an elevator. i just have hatred for this group of people i don't know that invade my space with their ridiculous noises.
at 6:45 this morning, a friday, my day to sleep in, i was woken up by foot stomps and thumps from upstairs. this isn't a new occurance. our upstairs neighbors seem to have feet made of lead. i can actually tell when they are walking up the stairs in the center of the building, as it resembles the sounds of a Discovery channel stampede. usually i will roll over and fall back to sleep.
this morning however, it was different. it was like they were having a dance party at a god-awful time in the morning. every fifteen or so minutes i was rudely re-awakened by some other bump or stomp and sometimes bangs loud enough to shake the walls.
jesus-joe on a stick, i actually hate these people. i've never met any of them, actually. i don't know how many of them there are, but i know there are adults and little kids and they are somehow millions of pounds and can make insane noises.
i gave up around 9am. 9am on my day off. ridiculous. i decided watching a movie was a viable alternative, as the noises usually stop around 9:30, i assume they go to work. not today. they continue. the thumps and scrapings are now accompanies by music. i haven't the slightest as to what it is, i just know that there is a drumish sound, going, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk... bonk my head against the wall? i continue with my movie, until there are three loud bangs in a row. my immediate response? bang my fist on the wall. no reaction. MORE LOUD SOUNDS. i finish my movie. i lay in bed, not wanting to get out as it is cold and i don't need to be anywhere until 1:30 anyway. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP. oh my goooooooooooood.
i can hear someone snoring in the room directly above me almost every night. maybe it's because my room is a bit cavernous, but it doesn't really matter. if your snores can be heard over music and a room down... you might want to see someone about that. my roommate is over the kids room. she swears they dribble bowling balls and enjoy jumping off the bed. i don't doubt her for a second. she also stumbled into my room early one sunday to inform me that who ever was upstairs was BLASTING Christina Aguilera... specifically Genie in a Bottle.. in spanish. and let me tell you, 9am on a sunday is way too early for genie in a bottle. always.
I have resorted to noise canceling headphones. i can still hear the bangs. seriously, what are these people's feet made of? maybe they don't have carpet. i don't know. i just know they are loud and they drive me crazy.
someone vacuums at all hours. i mean all hours. 6am, 3pm, 7pm, 2am. there are metal scraping and banging noises like a file cabinet has been pushed over. we can hear the children run from one end of the apartment to the other... and back. indescribable noises that will make you jump six inches out of your skin. a weird repetitive noise that sounds like a dull knife on metal. maybe porcelain on porcelain, that comes from the closet/bathroom area. i'm convinced there is a captive trying to get out. of course there isn't, but it sounds like it.
any rational human being would go upstairs and ask them to be quiet.
2 problems with that. 1. i am not a rational person. 2. i'm pretty sure it won't help.
i base this on an incident from last year. it was the middle of the day, and i was attempting homework. i was quite stressed at the time, and i don't know why but i was. so i just hear all of this banging coming from over my room and the living room and after one particular spectacular crash, i lost my marbles and yell "WOULD YOU PLEASE BE QUIET?!" at the top of my lungs at the ceiling. silence, for a few moments, shuffling, and the two little bastards (a guess, but i'm pretty sure there are 2 kids, and they aren't actual bastards, but that's all i can bring myself to call the little devils), start stomping in a small circle in the middle of my bedroom. i went into the kitchen, where it was silent for a while. therefore, i know i'm not rational (yelling at the ceiling? yeaaah), and i'm pretty sure they are vengeful little bastards.
not to mention, i'm a member of the unconfrontational club, so i just can't. in fits of fury i swear to cut their feet off and hope that then they'd just have stumps to mope around on, and they'd have to leave because we don't have an elevator. i just have hatred for this group of people i don't know that invade my space with their ridiculous noises.
10.06.2007
AARP
i'm sure the AARP is a wonderful association. i'm also sure that they would save a lot of money if they double checked the ages of people they are sending their information to. on three different occasions now, AARP has sent me things, saying that i am fully eligible for benefits.
On what planet?
i'm not nearly old enough, nor have i made nearly enough money to retire. i haven't even begun a career enough to retire.
i want to know where they got my information and where it says that i'm eligible for these things. silly if you ask me.
though, i did sign up for a no-mail list, and once it kicked in, three months after i signed up, my amount of junk mail has significantly reduced. thats quite nice.
this is a slightly pointless post. i apologize. i need to get back into the swing of things.
On what planet?
i'm not nearly old enough, nor have i made nearly enough money to retire. i haven't even begun a career enough to retire.
i want to know where they got my information and where it says that i'm eligible for these things. silly if you ask me.
though, i did sign up for a no-mail list, and once it kicked in, three months after i signed up, my amount of junk mail has significantly reduced. thats quite nice.
this is a slightly pointless post. i apologize. i need to get back into the swing of things.
9.17.2007
Lets talk about the Emmys!
Lets talk about the Emmys!
They sucked. they were really really really bad.
the office got shafted 7 out of their 8 nominations, and that just breaks my heart. Jenna Fischer was amazing last season, and i was so sad she lost to Jaime Pressly.
and, lets talk about how the cast members were totally shafted and stuck in the BACK. i saw the cast... twice. all i saw was rainn wilson and a 5 second shot of the girl sitting next to john krasinski.
heroes also got shafted.
and oh my god the jokes were SO bad.
oh, and when is tony benett just going to stop (or maybe rehearse a little more if you are going to be on tv)?
at least ugly betty didn't win for best comedy again. LAME. instead 30 rock won, a show i just do not find funny.
i have lost faith in the entertainment industry.
its probably for the best that most of the shows i used to watch are cancelled. ::sigh:
9.14.2007
i am utterly FLOORED when i realize how stupid people can be.
so i'm watching 1 vs 100, and the $2,000 question has to do with the definition of genealogy.
the guy uses a help line because he thinks its about antiques. ITS IN THE NAME!
it hurts my soul. the guy obviously passed the entrance test, and i get that it must be stressful to be in front of all those people. but oh my dear god. plus, he's older than i am, so i mean, he should know more than me, shouldn't he?
so i decided i should be on 1 vs 100. i went to check out audition times, but i missed the open casting... and you can audition via tape. in your video you have to say what you would do with $1,000,000. thats easy.
anyway. while looking at this, i saw that nbc is bringing back american gladiators! OH MY GOD that is awesome.
so i'm watching 1 vs 100, and the $2,000 question has to do with the definition of genealogy.
the guy uses a help line because he thinks its about antiques. ITS IN THE NAME!
it hurts my soul. the guy obviously passed the entrance test, and i get that it must be stressful to be in front of all those people. but oh my dear god. plus, he's older than i am, so i mean, he should know more than me, shouldn't he?
so i decided i should be on 1 vs 100. i went to check out audition times, but i missed the open casting... and you can audition via tape. in your video you have to say what you would do with $1,000,000. thats easy.
anyway. while looking at this, i saw that nbc is bringing back american gladiators! OH MY GOD that is awesome.
8.14.2007
love/hate
a little something i DON'T hate: PostSecret
i really think the postsecret project is completely genius. i have secrets i'd like to send in. part of me thinks i should really just tell real people about them, but another part of me is terrified to do so. this is why its a great idea.
coming soon to aimee hates everything!
-loud music/ bass
-the lack of imagination in the movie industry.
i really think the postsecret project is completely genius. i have secrets i'd like to send in. part of me thinks i should really just tell real people about them, but another part of me is terrified to do so. this is why its a great idea.
coming soon to aimee hates everything!
-loud music/ bass
-the lack of imagination in the movie industry.
7.29.2007
this is silly and i know it. however, i don't ever remember claiming to be an incredibly rational person.
so, i highly dislike overtures. i enjoy musicals immensely and (as shynie can attest) they help me focus and get work done, so i tend to listen to soundtracks a lot.
so this thought struck me while we sat through the ass-long overture to Orpheus in the Underworld at school. i swear it was like 10 minutes long. woah. i get the idea of overtures and whatever, introducing the show to the audience and whatever, but seriously. thats way too long for me.
maybe it goes to the point that i'm not a huge fan of instrumental only recordings (though this is a general statement, i'm known to listen to some vivaldi on occasion), but i'm just not a fan of overtures. they bore me. perhaps i'm just SO excited to get to the show, that i don't want to sit through extra time of staring at an actorless stage or main drape.
now, i think its genius when the overture starts before the lights go down. now thats a great way to bring people in. music while they are waiting anyway, and for anyone who gets there late, well sucks for them, because thats what happens when you aren't there in time for theater. if you aren't 15 minutes early, you are 10 minutes late.
short, sweet and to the point.
and, as charlie predicted at the beginning of the summer... i AM becoming a sondheim fan.
so, i highly dislike overtures. i enjoy musicals immensely and (as shynie can attest) they help me focus and get work done, so i tend to listen to soundtracks a lot.
so this thought struck me while we sat through the ass-long overture to Orpheus in the Underworld at school. i swear it was like 10 minutes long. woah. i get the idea of overtures and whatever, introducing the show to the audience and whatever, but seriously. thats way too long for me.
maybe it goes to the point that i'm not a huge fan of instrumental only recordings (though this is a general statement, i'm known to listen to some vivaldi on occasion), but i'm just not a fan of overtures. they bore me. perhaps i'm just SO excited to get to the show, that i don't want to sit through extra time of staring at an actorless stage or main drape.
now, i think its genius when the overture starts before the lights go down. now thats a great way to bring people in. music while they are waiting anyway, and for anyone who gets there late, well sucks for them, because thats what happens when you aren't there in time for theater. if you aren't 15 minutes early, you are 10 minutes late.
short, sweet and to the point.
and, as charlie predicted at the beginning of the summer... i AM becoming a sondheim fan.
7.12.2007
muahaha!
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070712/ap_on_re_us/toddler_booted
yet ANOTHER kid and family kicked off a plane!
for those of you who don't want to read the article, a 19-month-old and his mom got kicked off a plane because he kept saying "bye bye plane." they were flying from atlanta to oklahoma, with a stop in houston, which is where this all happened. apparently they never made it to texas. apparently the flight attendant found 'bye bye plane' objectionable, which honestly i don't blame her for. i guess she implied that drugging the kid would be a good idea (baby benadryl).
now, those of you who know me well enough, will know that i hate screaming children and i hate the ones on planes even more. but, i don't agree with drugging the kid. woah. thats a step to far for me i think. i'm still with the attendant though. 'bye bye plane' in a post 9-11 world should not fly (HA! PUN!). i get that he's a little kid. but whatever. i think that the well being (ie COMFORT) of a whole planeful of people should be put ahead individuals. i'm sure in some cases i think the opposite (i can think of a handful), but seriously, i'm so not about annoying little kids on airplanes.
whats best is that the mom got all weepy about getting kicked off because she didn't 'know what to do.' um, schedule another flight and shut your kid up? apparently she didn't have anything else with her, no extra diapers, juice or milk. what the hell, lady? how ill prepared can you be? anything involving air travel, you need to plan ahead for half-day delays. this is general knowledge. over-prepare when flying. you suck.
yes, i know that i'm judging this lady on what i read from a yahoo article, and without having parenting experience. but, it seems like this is something she's done before (it wasn't mentioned), why wouldn't you have extras? especially diapers? that just seems crazy to me. i'm sure the flight from houston to oklahoma isn't very long, but long enough to warrant, i don't know, three extra diapers.
HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SAY: OVER-PREPARE FOR AIR TRAVEL.
yet ANOTHER kid and family kicked off a plane!
for those of you who don't want to read the article, a 19-month-old and his mom got kicked off a plane because he kept saying "bye bye plane." they were flying from atlanta to oklahoma, with a stop in houston, which is where this all happened. apparently they never made it to texas. apparently the flight attendant found 'bye bye plane' objectionable, which honestly i don't blame her for. i guess she implied that drugging the kid would be a good idea (baby benadryl).
now, those of you who know me well enough, will know that i hate screaming children and i hate the ones on planes even more. but, i don't agree with drugging the kid. woah. thats a step to far for me i think. i'm still with the attendant though. 'bye bye plane' in a post 9-11 world should not fly (HA! PUN!). i get that he's a little kid. but whatever. i think that the well being (ie COMFORT) of a whole planeful of people should be put ahead individuals. i'm sure in some cases i think the opposite (i can think of a handful), but seriously, i'm so not about annoying little kids on airplanes.
whats best is that the mom got all weepy about getting kicked off because she didn't 'know what to do.' um, schedule another flight and shut your kid up? apparently she didn't have anything else with her, no extra diapers, juice or milk. what the hell, lady? how ill prepared can you be? anything involving air travel, you need to plan ahead for half-day delays. this is general knowledge. over-prepare when flying. you suck.
yes, i know that i'm judging this lady on what i read from a yahoo article, and without having parenting experience. but, it seems like this is something she's done before (it wasn't mentioned), why wouldn't you have extras? especially diapers? that just seems crazy to me. i'm sure the flight from houston to oklahoma isn't very long, but long enough to warrant, i don't know, three extra diapers.
HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SAY: OVER-PREPARE FOR AIR TRAVEL.
6.26.2007
ooh it has been a while. and i'm back to being pissy.
(though i do admit, many things that anger me are petty, and i should look at the bigger picture, but it's the ranting that helps me regain that perspective. and i practice my writing this way.)
financial aid sucks balls.
seriously.
since i started at state, i've had problems with their fin aid department, ie them sucking at helping me out. every year i get denied a cal grant, I GET IT ALREADY. for the fifth year i've gotten a disqualification letter, and it always says the same thing, we make too much money. though i looked at the income ceiling listings and we so do NOT make that much money, but whatever. my parents aren't CA residents, i wasn't a CA resident, blah blah blah.
this year however, it's because i've been in school too long AND my degree isn't qualified. what the hell.
so my real rant is about the sorry state our financial aid system is in.
no matter what i do, my parents seem to make too much money. this is bullshit. my parents do not make that much money. according to the stats on wikipedia my parents make less than the dual earner, and we are in the middle 33%. i have never been qualified for a grant.
partly this is my fault, not looking more actively for scholarships and deciding to go out of state and put myself $85,000 in debt. but, apparently i am not alone. its normal to graduate with debt now, and we are all going to suffer dearly for it. i'm not prepared in the least to pay back loans, and i'm terrified for it.
what i'm mostly pissed off about is people always say theres all this money just waiting to be claimed. where the hell is it? government money waiting for students? how the hell are we supposed to get it? cut off an arm? a leg? sterilize ourselves as to not contribute to the ever-growing population problem?
i'm always disqualified because when i fill out my FAFSA my parents are required to put their income on there, even though they do not support me while i'm in school. i'm no longer claimed as a dependent, but the misguided fin aid people assume they are going to contribute over $7,000 annually to my schooling. how about not? at least my parents let me live in their house on breaks. i know there are people out there who are completely detached from their parents, yet are required to submit their income, and effectively screwing them over from aid that is desperately needed.
there are things direly wrong with the financial system in this country. not just with aid, but with distribution as well. uuber rich people make disgusting amounts of money. desperately poor people can't afford to live. the middle class is shrinking, and we aren't moving up in the world, we are falling into the deep abyss that is 'lower class' and those in the 'lower class' are probably falling below the poverty line, that is, if they aren't there already.
sometimes i feel like my life is dictated by one phrase: i'll have to see if i have the money. money money money. i don't have enough money. there will never be enough money. we don't have enough money. they have way too much money. why won't they share their money? am i not skilled enough to make more money? etc.
chances are i will never make enough money. i chose two majors purely on the fact that i enjoy them and they will make me happy. THEY WILL NOT MAKE ME MONEY. unless of course by a freak of nature i write a best-selling novel. and then another one and another one and maybe i write the screenplay of a tony award-winning show or perhaps a movie that makes a gross amount of money. and then MAYBE i'll have enough money. i'd pay off my debts, buy the family new cars and find a place to live. maybe several places to live. but i doubt it would ever be enough money.
as much as i'd like to hope that i would be a good rich person, i don't know that. i try to shop on a budget, but i like some nice things and i can spend money very quickly. all that money might go to my head. i will forget all about being broke and ignore all of the poor people. but i hope not.
so i better get started on the next best-selling american novel.
or maybe win the lottery.
(not the shirley jackson one though. THAT would suck. and my co-signers would have to pay my loans back. which sucks even more).
//i am sleep deprived, i hope this made sense.
(though i do admit, many things that anger me are petty, and i should look at the bigger picture, but it's the ranting that helps me regain that perspective. and i practice my writing this way.)
financial aid sucks balls.
seriously.
since i started at state, i've had problems with their fin aid department, ie them sucking at helping me out. every year i get denied a cal grant, I GET IT ALREADY. for the fifth year i've gotten a disqualification letter, and it always says the same thing, we make too much money. though i looked at the income ceiling listings and we so do NOT make that much money, but whatever. my parents aren't CA residents, i wasn't a CA resident, blah blah blah.
this year however, it's because i've been in school too long AND my degree isn't qualified. what the hell.
so my real rant is about the sorry state our financial aid system is in.
no matter what i do, my parents seem to make too much money. this is bullshit. my parents do not make that much money. according to the stats on wikipedia my parents make less than the dual earner, and we are in the middle 33%. i have never been qualified for a grant.
partly this is my fault, not looking more actively for scholarships and deciding to go out of state and put myself $85,000 in debt. but, apparently i am not alone. its normal to graduate with debt now, and we are all going to suffer dearly for it. i'm not prepared in the least to pay back loans, and i'm terrified for it.
what i'm mostly pissed off about is people always say theres all this money just waiting to be claimed. where the hell is it? government money waiting for students? how the hell are we supposed to get it? cut off an arm? a leg? sterilize ourselves as to not contribute to the ever-growing population problem?
i'm always disqualified because when i fill out my FAFSA my parents are required to put their income on there, even though they do not support me while i'm in school. i'm no longer claimed as a dependent, but the misguided fin aid people assume they are going to contribute over $7,000 annually to my schooling. how about not? at least my parents let me live in their house on breaks. i know there are people out there who are completely detached from their parents, yet are required to submit their income, and effectively screwing them over from aid that is desperately needed.
there are things direly wrong with the financial system in this country. not just with aid, but with distribution as well. uuber rich people make disgusting amounts of money. desperately poor people can't afford to live. the middle class is shrinking, and we aren't moving up in the world, we are falling into the deep abyss that is 'lower class' and those in the 'lower class' are probably falling below the poverty line, that is, if they aren't there already.
sometimes i feel like my life is dictated by one phrase: i'll have to see if i have the money. money money money. i don't have enough money. there will never be enough money. we don't have enough money. they have way too much money. why won't they share their money? am i not skilled enough to make more money? etc.
chances are i will never make enough money. i chose two majors purely on the fact that i enjoy them and they will make me happy. THEY WILL NOT MAKE ME MONEY. unless of course by a freak of nature i write a best-selling novel. and then another one and another one and maybe i write the screenplay of a tony award-winning show or perhaps a movie that makes a gross amount of money. and then MAYBE i'll have enough money. i'd pay off my debts, buy the family new cars and find a place to live. maybe several places to live. but i doubt it would ever be enough money.
as much as i'd like to hope that i would be a good rich person, i don't know that. i try to shop on a budget, but i like some nice things and i can spend money very quickly. all that money might go to my head. i will forget all about being broke and ignore all of the poor people. but i hope not.
so i better get started on the next best-selling american novel.
or maybe win the lottery.
(not the shirley jackson one though. THAT would suck. and my co-signers would have to pay my loans back. which sucks even more).
//i am sleep deprived, i hope this made sense.
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