more ironic

The sad thing is that I don’t believe that’s written in irony. Well, that, and the Mac version of the application really is buggy and annoying to use at the moment.

This is a site that my professor is encouraging our class to use to facilitate project management, by the way. From playing around with it on several occasions now, I can safely say that it isn’t currently much of a time-saver…

“Joyce [the cousin] just crashed the car into a tree.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“Didn’t you ever get into any accidents while you were practicing driving?”
“No…”
“Really?”
“Yeah, amazing, I know. I’m shocked too.”

Shortly after this conversation, I was walking in the backyard and managed to randomly trip over a concrete tile. I’m not even sure which one. Now my toe is a lovely and bloody mess. Sometimes I’m shocked I even made it to the age of twenty…

(Oh, and yes, Joyce is okay. The car’s a different story, but luckily, she wasn’t driving very fast.)

In documenting the craziness that was my Wednesday night, I totally skipped over Labor Day weekend, during which I met Meggan (and Daniel!). One of the reasons I love the internet is how it can make the world a little smaller. I keep forgetting to warn people, however, that I am the Worst Tour Guide Ever (sorry about last summer, Jesse!). Inevitably, hanging out with me will equal us getting lost, unless the other party happens to have a fantastic sense of direction. Or a decent supply of maps. We still made the most of it though, packing in a visit to Ritual Roasters, Golden Gate Park, and Cafe Gratitude (thanks for the recommendation, Buzz!), amongst other places. And as always, I’m relieved when I meet people I’ve only known online and they don’t respond with something along the lines of, “You seemed much cooler on the internet.”

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