| May 28, 2003 - I bought an .mp3 player! |
| Dear Friends, I bought an .mp3 player! I've actually been thinking of it for some time, but just hadn't found the right one. I wouldn't have minded having an iPOD, but all of my files on my computer are .wma format and the iPOD can't play those. And I was not going to spend hours converting them all or re-ripping the CD's! So I got a Nomad Jukebox Zen 2.0. It'll take me days to get everything on it that I want, but I'm just happy to have it. Just think! No more long flights listening to airplane music or watching something on the TV that I don't care to see. On a flight to Germany over Thanksgiving I was relegated to watching "Spy Kids"! Can you imagine that? It was horrible, but there was nothing else for me to do because I had finished the book I was reading at the time. Also, you can purchase an adapter for the player which will let you listen to it through the cassette deck in your car. That'll be so nice; particularly when I have to drive to the Souf' where all the stations seem to be country or religious. In the immortal words of Marie Antoinette, "I DON'T THINK SO!" My other big news is that my manly he-bosom is aching from working out too much the other day. I did a lot more weight lifting than I normally do. It's funny about the weight lifting because it reminds me of a CRAPPERTON story. When I was at CRAPPERTON High School I somehow captured the attention of someone from the State Board of Education; I'll call him Dr. No. He was encouraging study of foreign languages and I was enrolled in French, Spanish, and Latin. So he somehow finagled a trip for me to Spain under the auspices of some nun from Texas. Now, here's the catch. Both Dr. No and our yucky principal, Mr. Sneed, said to me, "JOHNNYLEEN, when you're in Spain, you're going to be representing America." Only they pronounced it "Amurica". "And," they said, "you're going to start lifting weights so you can do us proud. We don't want those Spaniards thinking we have a town full of weaklings." So they put me in touch with someone who lent me some weights and showed me how to do the lifting. Every week I had to report to the football coach to be measured to see if I was bulking up. Needless to say, the whole thing was humiliating. Not only did I hate lifting weights, I wouldn't stick with it and so I wasn't making the progress they thought I should. Can you believe that someone would have the audacity to tell a teenager he's not worthy of representing your town because he's thin? Not only that, I've met several Spaniards over the years and none of the ones I've seen have been exceptionally muscular. At any rate, for some reason Sister Mary Carniverous had to cancel the trip that summer and I was off the hook. Of course, I stopped lifting weights immediately. But in all honesty, I've wondered over the years if Sister Mary Carniverous didn't really cancel the trip, but I was simply told that she had because Dr. No and Mr. Sneed thought I was unworthy of it all. It wouldn't surprise me at all, because the two of them made my life miserable in oh so many ways, which I may recount to all of you on another page. Well, soon after my graduation Dr. No passed away of a heart attack. A few years later Mr. Sneed was promoted to some sort of position on CRAPPERTON's Board of Education where I'm sure he exceeded his competence. The rest is history.....I became fantabulous and CRAPPERTON still sucks! Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |