I have had the same computer for over four years. I know, I know, it's almost unheard of. A four year old computer still being used on a regular basis. But in my defence, I don't do much on it aside from class work and the occasional surf session, and writing a blog post on rare occasions.
I am now on my last year of college, and this time around I have gotten a lovely Pell grant. I decided that it would be a good idea to invest some of those funds in a new laptop. Now, I am not a computer person. I go to look at computers from the view of how the keys feel, how the screen looks, and am I going to enjoy working on it. Mandy is my desgnated geek; I take her along to look at all the letters and numbers that make no sense to me.
I found an Acer laptop that has a number pad on the laptop. I know that is not a big deal for most, but being as I didn't have one before and I am an accounting major I found it fascinating! The keys also feel amazing under my fingers. And talk about lightweight!! Mandy came up to the store and read the specs (letters and numbers) and gave her approval on the purchase. The best part was that this particular laptop was on clearence (clearence is my favorite section of any store).
So I made up my mind to buy it. I went up to the store, found a nerd, and asked to buy the laptop. To my astonishment, the nerd responded that they had been advised not to sell this particular model. "Becasue it is so slow and outdated" was the reason behind the refusal. Now, as I have already informed you, I do not game, skype, or much else. I am a very boring person. The speed of this model was more that what I need, and way more than what I am used to working with. I tried to explain this to the nerd. It took a while, but I finally convinced him to allow me to spend my hard earned money on the computer I wanted. I have never before had to work so hard to spend money...
Now it is mine, and I am loving the speed of it! It is much easier to type on too. And the best part is, I found a fifty dollar cupon for clearence computers to use with my purchase, so my laptop was cheaper than I planned. Which means I can buy a fancy external hard drive!!!!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Oh 119B, Wherefore art Thou?
I must do this every other month; there is no getting past it. My roots start to peek out at the world, and they are most definitely not the same color as the rest of my hair.
You see (literally) my hair is naturally gray, with a lot of white in it. I have been cleverly hiding that fact for over fifteen years. God showed man how to create Clairol hair color, specifically the kind that covers stubborn grays, just for my benefit. Yet another way He proves His love for me.
I like using the Clairol box. It is fairly easy to do, and it is very cost efficient. Most people I know who have their hair dyed on a normal basis spend around $60 per application to have it done by a stylist. Me being a poor, part-time employed full-time college student, I have to be a little more conservative with my meager funds. (Do you have any idea how much Starbucks and Chick-Fil-A I could get with $60?) Clairol costs around $7 a box, and sometimes it is on sale for $5.
I have discovered, through some trial and error (my high school purple hair phase excluded) that the ideal color for me is a natural reddish brown, more commonly known as shade 119B. The downside is that 119B seems to be pretty hard to find.
I usually have an extra box stored in my closet, but this past time for a coloring I found myself without my trusty box. Making a late night WalMart run, I was sadly disappointed to find the shelf space for 119B empty. So I decided to put off the job for a few more days. My roots were just beginning to grow out. But a few days later there was still no sign of my box. I was now desperate! I had no choice but to, gasp!, try another brand/color.
My stubborn grays laughed at my attempt to subdue them. They disapproved of the new brand, loyally declaring that they would be wooed by none other than 119B. They rest of my hair seemed to agree with them. Instead of beautiful natural reddish brown, I ended up with a fiery red that, with the right shirt, looked more pink than red. Not a hint of brown. I should have known...
Oh 119B, where are you hiding? I need you greatly! Please return to me, and I promise never to try and replace you with another! Only you can truly please me!
You see (literally) my hair is naturally gray, with a lot of white in it. I have been cleverly hiding that fact for over fifteen years. God showed man how to create Clairol hair color, specifically the kind that covers stubborn grays, just for my benefit. Yet another way He proves His love for me.
I like using the Clairol box. It is fairly easy to do, and it is very cost efficient. Most people I know who have their hair dyed on a normal basis spend around $60 per application to have it done by a stylist. Me being a poor, part-time employed full-time college student, I have to be a little more conservative with my meager funds. (Do you have any idea how much Starbucks and Chick-Fil-A I could get with $60?) Clairol costs around $7 a box, and sometimes it is on sale for $5.
I have discovered, through some trial and error (my high school purple hair phase excluded) that the ideal color for me is a natural reddish brown, more commonly known as shade 119B. The downside is that 119B seems to be pretty hard to find.
I usually have an extra box stored in my closet, but this past time for a coloring I found myself without my trusty box. Making a late night WalMart run, I was sadly disappointed to find the shelf space for 119B empty. So I decided to put off the job for a few more days. My roots were just beginning to grow out. But a few days later there was still no sign of my box. I was now desperate! I had no choice but to, gasp!, try another brand/color.
My stubborn grays laughed at my attempt to subdue them. They disapproved of the new brand, loyally declaring that they would be wooed by none other than 119B. They rest of my hair seemed to agree with them. Instead of beautiful natural reddish brown, I ended up with a fiery red that, with the right shirt, looked more pink than red. Not a hint of brown. I should have known...
Oh 119B, where are you hiding? I need you greatly! Please return to me, and I promise never to try and replace you with another! Only you can truly please me!
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