Oh, new back ground. Crazy hair. I like.Apparently they have a site where you can ipod your photo for 20 bucks. http://www.ipopmyphoto.com Hmmmmm, maybe I could start a business like that...
Oh, new back ground. Crazy hair. I like.
HOLY CRAP!!!
Perhaps one of the greatest advertising campaigns in history hit the world by storm: black silhouettes dancing against fluorescent backgrounds. What do these faceless figures have in common? Their bright white ipod. Apple labs hit a goldmine when they chose their catchy iPod marketing. Distinguishing. Dynamic. Sexy. Visually Appealing. What kid doesn't point to the tv or billboard and scream "I want one!" If I should find myself in the advertising/marketing business in a few years, I could only hope as to think of such a good idea. What can I say, they are inspirational. *tear*

Who just got herself the hottest new 4.8 ounces of immaculate technology? Yes, I did. I have joined the iPod nation. I love my recent purchase.
I went to Circuit City in Hagerstown just to pick up my new baby of Apple genius. After agonizingly searching for exactly what I wanted, I the new generation 30Gb video capable iPod. Since this whole week I'll be discussing iPods/Mac/Apple and so forth, I'll leaving you with one phrase: iPod Love

against, doesn't make it ok. You are only perpetuating that foolishness and really making yourself look like a moron. Another thing that ticks me off is reverse racism. Pride in your heritage is one thing, but being paranoid to the point where you begin to discriminate against others is outrageous. If a white person was caught saying the things that some minorities say, we'd get politically massacred. I'm all for equal rights of all races, not reparation for past ignorance, not for seperation, not for affirmative action, but a merit/intrinsical value based society.
Ok, so I've been busy, I still love you blog, don't worry. Posting everyday does take a chunk of time that sometimes I have to use to do stuff that I've already procrastinated enough to not do.
While I stayed in Dallas with my sister and her husband we ordered pizza twice. Both times it was from Papa Johns, this little place that you either get your pizza delivered or go in and pick it up. The first time while we were eating I looked at the box and laughed.