inventions

I have some problems that seem to plague me no matter what. Though they are small, unimportant, and stupid, they still irk me enough to dedicate an entire post about them! Whenever one of these things happen to me, I think, "wouldn't it be nice if someone invented something to save me from this hell?" So now, I will attempt to throw some ideas out there for the next new innovator.
The first issue I have is with traffic. Yeah yeah, mass transit and the whole rail system that is being dissected throughly will solve a little of the traffic problem we have here. But what I really hate is getting in the slow lane. Maybe it's because I'm a teenager. Maybe it's because I'm just impatient (probably goes hand in hand with being a teenager). But I'd like to get in the most effecient lane, thank you very much. It's supposed to be the outside lane, but does that always happen? No. So I go into the next lane that SEEMS like there are fewer cars, and that it's moving along quite nicely. But, nooooo, the traffic gods just want to see me suffer. So as soon as I change lanes the one I was formerly in miraculously becomes speedy and the cars fly by at a satisfactory rate. Meanwhile, the lane that I am currently in, the one that appeared to be effecient suddenly moves at a snail's pace. Am I bad luck?!?! This happens to me frequently. WHenever I seize the opportunity to change lanes in hopes of getting into the faster one, it always becomes slower. I guess I should just be more patient because the lanes I'm in tend to speed up eventually. But because I am a bit impatient, and I don't think that I'll change all that much in the near future, I propose to invent a device that indicates which lane is fastest. It senses the # of cars up ahead in each lane and if there are any SLOW CAUTIOUS SAFE DRIVERS THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE LIKE BUT MOST PEOPLE AREN'T and if there are any accidents and the average speed of each car in the lane. Some supercalculator that would be, huh.
The second invention I propose is a sensor that you can stick on to anything so you won't lose it. I don't know how many times this would come in handy in my life. It'll probably save my butt more times than I can count. For example, I currently do not know the location of my ID card. I need it for food. Where art thou, ID card? If I buy another one, it'll be my third of the year, meaning I would've spent a whopping $30 on something that shouldn't be lost in the first place. With my invention, a little sensor that comes with a tracking device, I'd never lose it again! It'd be like one of those dot things that the CIA secretly put on people to keep track of them. ANd then I'd have a small little screen like the size of a gameboy or something and I'd be able to find it. It would beep all crazy-like if I pushed the "seek item" button, and it'd be a little blinking dot on the screen yahhhhhhh! The screen would sense my location (using infared or some other sensor thing that I would put on myself) and I'd be able to see my position relative to the missing item. I really need this device. Desperately.
I realize, of course, that these inventions probably won't logically work, and even if they did, hardly anyone would buy them (except me). ON the other hand, technology is steadily advancing! But alas, I can dream that maybe one day my petty beefs with various events in life will vanish!

WOW, n

n.
Let me tell you a story about that n. So I just wrote a VERY longish post about the 3 day weekend and its effects on my procrastination habits... until I was going to highlight a passage to delete when for some strange and infuriating reason, my entire blog was selected and as I reached for my mouse to un-highlight the whole thing, I accidently hit the stupid "n" key and now all I have left is an n. I have now also discovered that there is no "undo" with this blog. I can't edit, undo, or ctrl-Z if you want the shortcut. Thank you, technology. I am currently resisting the urge to scream and fervently pound the keyboard so instead I'll channel my energy to writing this blog. I think that I probably wouldn't be so angry except that I am in desperate need of writing more blogs. Finding out that tomorrow is F day, and that I have only written 1 blog for the cycle= very stressed out me. So PART OF WHAT I WAS SAYING IN MY BLOG BEFORE IT GOT ERASED was that 3 day weekends are bad for me. This particular weekend, I got absolutely nothing done. Acutally, "nothing" is all relative, but in an academical context I got nothing done. Oh my gosh, I said this much more smoothly and better in my OLD blog and now it's getting me even more pissed off. I think this was a bad idea, so I'll start writing about something else. Like this situation. Deleting a large passage without saving tends to happen to me a lot more than I think it should. I don't know what it is. Maybe I'm clumsy and I hit random keys while passages are highlighted much too often. And now I shall curse my fat ponderous fingers though I have to say that they're not all that slow when I type. They aren't very accurate though. Maybe I should save every 5 words. Maybe I'm just incredibly unlucky. I remember this happening to me before in a paper and then I was going to write it from the point of view of my keyboard because it experienced some nasty abuse as I was quite enraged. But then I decided not to since it would make me look like a very bad-tempered, violent asian girl. And now it's too late. So approxmiately 25 minutes, and one NEW blog later (I could've had 2 blogs by now) I have still accomplished nothing. Except maybe releasing my anger without taking it out on the poor keyboard. Oh Em Gee.

stickler?

one of my main pet peeves is when people confuse the word "your" with "you're". i myself do not see what is so hard about getting the correct word in the right place right. "your"= possesion. what's mine is mine and what's yours is yours. "you're"= you are. you are cool. you are not. you're retarded if you say your retarded. ohmy. i'm rather mean, aren't i? am i a bitch? you can tell me if i am, i won't mind. it's something i need to work on.
i was sparked by this rampage just because i see it all the time. everywhere.on.the.world.wide.web. one person wrote an entire list of question asking about what "you're favorite" ____ was. you can imagine what a time i had reading that... i stopped after about the 4th question because i couldn't take it.
if you think i am a drama queen and that i am just getting annoyed by nothing, i'm going to type a whole paragraph with improper usage of "your" and "you're". you can decide for yourself whether i am simply an anal loser or, what i say has some truth and evidence.

dear johnny,
i used you're toothbrush today. i hope you don't mind. i'd like to mention that i'm just getting over a cold, so you might want to get a new toothbrush. your so kind! it's thoughtful of you to lend me a hand even though i know about you're little secret. yes, i know. don't try to hide it from me, johnny. but don't worry, i promise i won't tell a soul. you're secret is safe with me. well, i have to get to my dentist appointment, i've got to check on my gingivitus. it's been flaring up recently. thanks so much. your the best!

and i have no idea where this came from. it was a burst of output from my strange and perplexing brain.
when i think about this, i've concluded that i sound like a bitch. though i don't want to, i appear to be too anal and picky when it comes to these things. i suppose i'm a bit of a hypocrit, since i probably misuse other words or commit grammatical crimes. heck, i probably use way too much passive for my own good (though i'm trying not to). this issue seems really trivial and lame compared to worldly problems like poverty and homelessness, but i feel that as high school students, people should know when to use the proper "your" and "you're". in junior school, we learned all about apostrophes and how they "take the place of a letter". therefore, it seems quite simple to figure out that the apostrophe in "you're" must represent something... like, oh, THE A. ohhhhhhh well. i'll probably end up deleting this later because it really doesn't have any intellectual value to it. kind of like my borat post that i deleted.
i guess the whole "blogging" thing gives me the urge to just type whatever since it's a "blog". i go into a sort of "myspace" mode, (ohmygosh i can't believe i just admitted that) and just type random things. that's probably why i named my blog "random thoughts". i really am random. this reminds me of mr. dyke in chapel, when he reads his words of wisdom or whatever it is we are supposed to reflect about. his reading about conversations on the boys bathroom wall was certainly random... but extremely enjoyable to listen to. his monotonous voice doesn't make it boring at all, in fact, it makes his writing more pleasurable and it matches well with his papered train of thought. is papered even a word? okay.... i'm going to stop now before this gets any worse. sayoonara.