Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

I'll try to be a good girl I must be technologically cursed this summer. My cell phone self-destructs into two pieces (I swear I've been nice to it.) and so I've been toting around a hideous cheese-block of a loaner phone while they take their sweet time replacing my baby. It's been 4 days short of a month so far. They're not even fixing my old phone, they're replacing it and it's still taking them this long?? Meanwhile I have to lug this brick with me to the Black Eyed Peas concert tomorrow night. Technologically I'm cursed, but musically I've been blessed. Boyz II Men (or Nathan, Shawn, and Wanya...it's just not the same without Michael) performed here on July 6th and it was a positive dream-come-true for me and my brother's girlfriend. The girl just gets cooler and cooler in my eyes. My computer monitor went and had a stroke on me (I swear I've been nice to it.) and everyone agrees that I'd be better off replacing it rathe

I always thought I was more of a "Samantha" Or, I wish I were. But apart from a lot of one-date things (not flings, haven't felt interested enough to do anything) that's where my Samantha-ness ends. I guess I'm more of a Carrie. Although I love her I'm just not into her fashion style, but we do have guys in common. And it's been long enough that I think I'm safe with writing this stuff in here. I had a Russian, and funnily enough his name was identical to Carrie's Russian except for one syllable. We're talking first name and last name here. My Russian was older as was hers but mine was far from being an artist. A quantum physics professor here at the university. Can you imagine me with a quantum physics prof? Actually, all stereotypes aside, he was a really sweet guy. Due to our age difference we were in two different stages in our lives and I really didn't see it going anywhere. I tried to help him find someone else so hopefully