The Daily Kanga

  Went to The Trafford Centre today, to do some shopping.. and after leaving and on the way into the centre of Manchester... there it was...

A rather large Kripsy Kreme.. with a drive thru and the doughnut making machine! Actually, it was larger than the Krispy Kreme not far from my mom's house. 

'Turn! Turn... here.. Krispy Kreme! Turn to the Krispy Kreme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

'I'm not making a U-turn.'

'I don't care.. TURN!!! KRIPSY FUCKING KREME!!!!!!!'

So, we go around the next roundabout.. and come back, take a right.. and .. it was such a welcoming sight.

As I opened the car door and stepped out on to the pavement: *Squish* Someone had dropped their Krispy Kreme doughnut.

'I hope they taste the same.. but I'm not getting my hopes up.'

'I don't see why they should taste different.'

We go in and get one dozen assortment box. And, I spill off which ones that we wanted, ordered with style and precesion. 

I know my Krispy Kreme selection well.

'And two of the creme filled original glazed.'

'We don't have those anymore.'

'What do you mean? How can you not have the original Krispy Kreme doughnut? It's like a staple of the Krispy Kreme federation... '

'It just didn't last for long.'

I stand there, shocked and stunned.

'That is.. unbelievable...'

It's almost like going to a local tea shop and them not having any Earl Grey.

So, we purchased our doughnuts. 

'How long has this establishment been here?'

'Oh.. since Decemeber.'

Said good-byes and thank yous.

As soon as the doors of the cars were closed.

'Right.. which one do you want to start of with first?'

'Nothing like good ole globalisation, eh?'

This was taken from a report of my local hometown news.

I will never eat at either of them two places.

The second one doesn't have a buffet anyway.

 Last night, about half past two, there was a crash, which sounded like a trash can being knocked over by the wind. Then there was the sound of a car alarm. After rushing to the window and then rushing downstairs I realised it was not a trash can.  Across the way from our house, on the main road, number 71 had a taxi sticking out of it's living room wall. The house next to it, was lucky in the fact that the Ford belonging to number 71, missed hitting it. 

It as snowy last night and the street was covered in it, about 2 inches, I'd say. The taxi must have skitted, hit the Ford that was parked on the street in front of number 71, spun around and then went straight for the living room. Their door was totally 'wrecked' and part of the wall underneath the front window was gone. When we were curtain twitching and door peeking, we noticed that a structual engineer had been called out. It was quite cold and they didn't board up the front window till later on in the morning, when it was light, which was when the cars were removed.

I was very thankful that our house is not on the main road. And no, no pictures were taken, because I don't want to 'gain' anything off of someone else's misery.

...seeing as it is after the fact, then I'll get some pictures and post them.

I am not going to bother with a massive update so I'll just jump right back in:

  OM MY GODS!!!

   The Internet.. let's see.. this will not be a rant about how laggy it is or how complete morons just log on only to abuse it.    No.. this is about some freaky deaky shit.. like shit I believed to be like one of them things that well just doesn't happen.. well guess what.. it happened and it happened to me!!!!!

And this is not the freaky deaky, 'hey baby' kind of freakiness.. no.. this is the 'Why is the voice of satan trying to communicate with me over Skype?'

You know.. well I'm sure most you do know about my endeavours of that which is not of this plane; however, *this* 'event' involved one thing that I felt to be 'safe', I mean.. I have heard of skype-voice fuckups before.. but this...

takes

the

piss!

Well... it took more than the 'piss' belive you me. I never thought that... such an event could like take place over the Internet. Skype can be shite sometimes, but good gods monkey balls.. never like *that*!!!!

Like if Satan was a DJ and he was mixing some old Black Sabbath records on the back of Ozzy Osbournes Land Rover and fading in and out between tracks, then yes, he was Skyping with me.  However, as I'm not xain.. well I don't think it was Satan.

Actually, one part of me wants to think it was some malfuntion with someone's sense of humour, but considering of whom the person of which I was speaking, I don't think he would wind me up that much. Because, I would so kick his ass. Anyway, the other part of me wants to think, 'OK. I have goosebumps on my arm.. for a reason.'

But then again, as the person said it was not them and what they had actually said, after typing it out to me and me hearing what I did hear and what I heard the amount of words did not add up to the amount of type.

Gah! Anyway... when things calmed down and he hung up and skyped me back, then I could hear him perfectly fine.

After hanging up, I filled out the Skype 'How as your call today' survey.

I clicked the most stars, giving it the highest of call quality, considering how much bandwidth that voice was taken up.... considering the location.:-p

Freaky. Deaky. Indeed! 

It's been like 20 mins ago, since this all concluded.

I. am. still. a bit. freaked. out.

And the words.. that I could make out.. that is the thing, 'That I could make out'.. I am not even sure if I can trust my own judgement on what I thought, or acutally or even remotely thought I heard.

Some words were audiable that is for sure, no question on what they could have been. And I think it was those words that seems to be what is freaking me out so much.

Knowing how I am... I'll forget about it.. well not until I read my own blog again.  

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I REALLY DO NOT LIKE CHANGE.

Including enviroments, things and people.

The latter moreso than anything else.

    The mexican supper which was lovingly prepared by me for G's birthday dinner. 

Chicken Chimis.

mmmm and the very yummy enchiladas.

                                       I had baked him a cake as well, but just did not photo it.

We have leftovers that will last for a week. Which saves me from cooking;)

   My day:

    Get to class, become educated. Go to another class, split up into a group, said group has to prepare a presentation teaching the rest of the class Chapter 2. Attended my last class, keyboarding my way through timed writings. Got happy, because I was done for the day.

   As I walked the 3 blocks to my car, the wind started to howl with a mighty force! Opened the car door and let out a big sigh of relief, to be out from the wind and on my way home.

Damn you, Byron!!

I click my seat belt, insert the key, turn it and CLICK. Headlights and radio still came on.

'Are you kidding me?'

Try again. CLICK.

'Oh, I am not believing this shit. Are you fucking for real?!!!!'

CLICK!

'Bryon!!'

So, there I sat in my car, shocked because I had just had a starter put in three months ago.

Needlessly to say I didn't want to spend the rest of my life there, so I re-took the long trek to the Admin building.

I tried to call my mother and well, could I get through? NO! Why? The phone was busy!
I even called the operator to make an emergency break through a busy line and she had me on hold for ten mins and I said, 'bugger this.'

Called my friend, A, told her to go over to my house and tell my mother to get off the phone. She said it would take her 15 mins and I said, 'alright'.

After smoking a fag, I went back to the payphone and called 1-800-PepBoys.

They set me up with a tow within 40 mins. I get towed to PepBoys.
And guess what was wrong? Bryon's starter gave out. I asked:

'Well, what caused that?'

The guy replies, 'I don't know, it is to complicated for me to explain it for you.'

I blinked and said calmly, 'Do you think that because I am female that I would not understand complicated things or machines?'

He blushed and said, 'Oh! No, Ma'am... I didn't mean it that...'
'Well, in which way did you mean it?'
(The guy was at least 350lbs and 6'5 -- But I didn't give a shit, I was gonna see him fucking squirm for the implications!)

'I just meant that it is too complicated for us to try to figure out what caused it, if anything. It could have been a bad starter to begin with.'

'Oh, I see. You won't charge me for the tow or the new starter, yes?'
He blushed again, bowed his head and looked me in the eye and said, 'That's right.'

I got there at 3pm. I was outta there by 4pm.

So, Byron has a new starter and his tummy wummy is all full! ($23.50 full tank).

On the way home, I stopped at McKays.

I got some books.

Came home. Called people back that I had called earlier and told them where I was.

Got chores to do. Got food to eat, (finally after being able to make it).

All in all, it wasn't such a bad day.

But, that was my day.

I am very pleased to announce that I finished Medical Terminology with a grade of an A and finished MS Word 2003 with a B+. So, all that hard work paid off!

I am also very pleased to announce that for the festive season, G bought me a new machine!
His name is Aleister Compaq SR2020NX. He comes from the Presario branch of the Compaq family tree. His OS is MS Windows XP Media Centre Edition 2005 and packs a decent 160GB HD. For such a young machine his MEM is pretty good at 512MB. I really do like the way his mini tower sports a very spiffy black and silver colouring all over his metal casing. His 2.0 USB ports in the front are quite convenient for my flash drives to easily insert themselves into.
I can not wait to exercise his Optical Drive LightScribe Dual Layer 16x max DVD+R/RW drive.... all in a 'legal' manner of course! Aleister's Processor isn't as fast as Thor's is, but an AMD Athlon 64 3500 speed is very entertaining! (3500 really meaning 2.2GHZ -- Thor is a 2.8GHZ).

Would you like to see a picture?   Of course you would!  You can see G installing some Windows update onto him.
Aleister came with a monitor and printer (which was only $2.50 each, as the CPU was $439, might as well get the package deal for $5 more). :) Bargain!

 The picture above is the product of my Digicam, which is another thing that I received:) 

All in all it was a nice holiday period. Prepared loads of food, enjoying my husband whilst he's visiting, taking a breather from school while on holiday break.
I'm looking forward to next semester as I will be returning to England in the summer and spending some time with Thor. 

The holiday present from my mother will be arriving on the 28th of this month and I'm utterly UTTERLY looking forward to it! I'll tell you all about it when it arrives;)

Oh and by the way, the smell of a new computer is the best smell in the entire world. Nothing on this planet can out-smell the smell of a brand new machine.... it filled my room... Instead of waking up to the night before hot sex smell, I wake up to the intoxicating smell of ....out of the box, straight from the factory computer new-ness! It really does turn me on!

Hope your holiday period was as lovely as mine!

Finals are next Monday and Tuesday.

I do not want to be disturb, and yes, that includes when I leave my instant messenger running.

Right now, I really could care less who I offend or piss off.

Including my husband who is coming next week.

So, unless you can determine my grades, then *please* fuck off.

grades.doc

I'm so utterly proud of myself! Not many people that has taken this course can say they made an A on the midterm.
I worked so very hard and I did it all on my own! It's like one of them things that no one can take away from you or hog in on.
So, it's my glory and my thunder alone!

I'm utterly thrilled with myself!!!!!!

Wheee!