My Three Seconds of Fame (Gmail, Gmail, Gmail)

One word (two syllables): Gmail.

Everyone's talking about it, and it's very amusing for me to see how completely against Google and Gmail some people are. I responded to a friend's offer at a forum for invites a couple of hours ago, before I had any idea that there was even a hype surrounding gmail.

Contrary to what is apparently many people's opinions, I did not ask for an invitation so I could feel cool. I did not ask for an invitation and offer my services to little old ladies crossing wet streets in return. I did not beg and plead. I did not bribe with $125. I just asked.

Why did I ask? Because I was curious. I was wondering what an email service provided by Google would be like. I am still curious, really. I don't get all the angry blog entries people are posting across the net. What's the big deal? Truth is, there is none. You are making it a big deal by posting about it. Yeah, yeah, I know -- I'm posting about it, too. The difference? Simply: I don't care. They do.

Gmail, Gmail, Gmail. I'm part of a conspiracy, trying to get my blog to appear as #1 on Google searches, you know. Gmail, Gmail, Gmail. Oooh, ahhh.

Who cares?

I'm probably only going to use it to keep spam off my real email account, anyway, which my father happily hosts.

Gmail, Gmail, Gmail.

Look Both Ways

I had my first Driver's Ed class today. It wasn't too bad at first, but then we had to get in groups of three for our drives, and the girls around me asked another girl to join them before I could ask them, so I ended up with two annoying goth chicks.

I have friends who are semi-gothic, like these two girls are, and they are awesome. I love them. But these two girls annoy me to no end. After we chose our groups, I went to sit next to them because I thought we were going to be doing some sort of activity together. (We weren't.) I sat next to them throughout the rest of the period, and their "Shut the eff up!" and "Oh. My. GAWD. Would you SHUT UP?!" comments were definitely not appreciated. I wanted to turn around and squeeze their necks as hard as possible -- normally I would say something like, "Put a bag over your head and breathe -- deep," but that wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying as crushing their jugular. (Who's to bet that they don't know what a jugular is? Maybe I should ask them tomorrow...)

Needless to say, I am going to sit back in my old spot tomorrow, and I will definitely not be enjoying my drives. I am already longing for July 29th.