I can't stand how whenever you make a password now you have to add numbers in it - but everyone has different requirements
"there needs to be more then one number" "Can include symbols" "Symbols don't count but caps do" >.<
It makes me mad when I have to log in and out of things and it takes me 5 tries because I forget what their regulations are.
On a side note - we bought a TV today but the people who delivered it had no idea how to instal it. o_O Wth. We bought the tv from a tv store that said their employees all know how to instal these systems.
Now I have to edit/make a film about my bestest friend. I think I want it to be happy and sad at the same time. I hope I get points for making people cry/laugh.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
i must have done something wrong, or maybe pissed off god.
Well, now... not way too much has happened since my last update, other than typical teenage drama, pretty much. Except:
1) My grandpa died on Wednesday.
2) I have terrible luck with everything. Except the Saints won the Superbowl. Other than that, everything's gone wrong. Honestly. But it can, and will, eventually get better.
...and, well, there's been a few good/funny things that happened.
1) The substitute teacher accidentally called Daniel Danielle.
2) Gordan, Sean, and I are changing our names on facebook to Backothebus. The conversation at our lunch table went something like this:
Gordan: I don't get why they aren't letting boys and girls sit next to each other on the bus.
Me: They're afraid that kids will start kissing or something.
Sean: Yeah, like ten people got in trouble last year on a field trip for, um, doing something.
Gordan: I heard about that... they caught someone doing it on the bus.
Me: Okay, now first of all, why would you do that, and second, how would you do that?
Gordan: Apparently they were laying down on the floor... and kids are just stupid. I'm sorry, but we are. We, as in ourselves, are not that kind of stupid, though...
Sean: True, true. But there's also the back of the bus, there's three or four seats back there. Still. Who would be dumb enough to try that?
Me: Uh, teenagers... yeah, a lot of bad crap happens there.
Gordan: HAHA, BACK OF THE BUS. THE KIDS BACK THERE ALWAYS HAVE DRUGS AND STUFF AND NONE OF THE TEACHERS CARE.
Sean: You would know, wouldn't you. And that's definitely our new inside joke. Let's all change our names on facebook to Back-of-the-bus.
Gordan: No, Backothebus.
3) Stella, out of the blue: Do you want a cookie?
Me: Uh, no, they have dairy and eggs, which I do not consume, and you have absolutely no idea how creepy that sounded.
4) Liz to Ruthie (kidding, of course): STOP TOUCHING ME. I AM GOING TO RAPE YOU.
Liz later: Seriously stop it. I AM GOING TO THROW YOU OUT YOUR WINDOW ON YOUR SLED, AND YOU WILL FALL DOWN YOUR ROOF AND THAT STEEP HILL IN YOUR BACKYARD, AND INTO A CREEK WITH SHARP ROCKS.
Liz again: Ruthie, I am going to tie you to a tree and hit you with a belt repeatedly.
5) Good stuff has happened. But people are being confusing. Stating the obvious is fun.
...anyways, we're almost at 150 posts, and I believe the blog will hit its first anniversary on February 28th. I think that's relatively awesome.
Love,
Izzy
1) My grandpa died on Wednesday.
2) I have terrible luck with everything. Except the Saints won the Superbowl. Other than that, everything's gone wrong. Honestly. But it can, and will, eventually get better.
...and, well, there's been a few good/funny things that happened.
1) The substitute teacher accidentally called Daniel Danielle.
2) Gordan, Sean, and I are changing our names on facebook to Backothebus. The conversation at our lunch table went something like this:
Gordan: I don't get why they aren't letting boys and girls sit next to each other on the bus.
Me: They're afraid that kids will start kissing or something.
Sean: Yeah, like ten people got in trouble last year on a field trip for, um, doing something.
Gordan: I heard about that... they caught someone doing it on the bus.
Me: Okay, now first of all, why would you do that, and second, how would you do that?
Gordan: Apparently they were laying down on the floor... and kids are just stupid. I'm sorry, but we are. We, as in ourselves, are not that kind of stupid, though...
Sean: True, true. But there's also the back of the bus, there's three or four seats back there. Still. Who would be dumb enough to try that?
Me: Uh, teenagers... yeah, a lot of bad crap happens there.
Gordan: HAHA, BACK OF THE BUS. THE KIDS BACK THERE ALWAYS HAVE DRUGS AND STUFF AND NONE OF THE TEACHERS CARE.
Sean: You would know, wouldn't you. And that's definitely our new inside joke. Let's all change our names on facebook to Back-of-the-bus.
Gordan: No, Backothebus.
3) Stella, out of the blue: Do you want a cookie?
Me: Uh, no, they have dairy and eggs, which I do not consume, and you have absolutely no idea how creepy that sounded.
4) Liz to Ruthie (kidding, of course): STOP TOUCHING ME. I AM GOING TO RAPE YOU.
Liz later: Seriously stop it. I AM GOING TO THROW YOU OUT YOUR WINDOW ON YOUR SLED, AND YOU WILL FALL DOWN YOUR ROOF AND THAT STEEP HILL IN YOUR BACKYARD, AND INTO A CREEK WITH SHARP ROCKS.
Liz again: Ruthie, I am going to tie you to a tree and hit you with a belt repeatedly.
5) Good stuff has happened. But people are being confusing. Stating the obvious is fun.
...anyways, we're almost at 150 posts, and I believe the blog will hit its first anniversary on February 28th. I think that's relatively awesome.
Love,
Izzy
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