So Since GMail started allowing me to manage me from address (even before their recent SMTP options), I started using it and have been unable to use a thick email client since then. “Good for you,” yeah sure, but there can be some nice integration between thick apps, rather than depending on the browser. Also, right now I open a thick client (OSX Mail.app) every so often so that it will download my mail (so that i’m not screwed if Google blows up, or is temporarily unavailable [like it was for the better part of a day last semester, which is a huge problem for nerdly cloud-inhabiting TGM]).

So, seeing as how like 7 years have passed, I think it’s time I reevaluate thick mail clients. I’ll post my little gripes here as I notice them (if i post each little issue, i’ll have more blog posts and so my blog will look more active (-: i typed this so that the closing/”rparen” would not confuse my smiley, really).

Michael had a clapper in the room to turn off his lights, and I think Jenny’s hands were too soft to make it work.  So she would try to bark and turn the lights off.

One summer, Jenny took summer school, and she didn’t want to pay for Housing, so Becca opened up her suite to give her a room.  But she had to sneak in and out without Ashley knowing or something.  Funny situation.

Seeing Jenny right before I knew Michael was about to propose to her.  I swear she knew.  She looked so happy.

Michael trying to teach Jenny how to ride a bike in a parking lot.  I think it was the Craig Deck, but I can’t remember.  Lots of screaming and flailing but success if I’m not mistaken.

Jenny telling Griffin Curb Your Enthusiasm sucked (none of us were really feeling it), and she’d rather watch Sister Act instead.

Jenny and Becca would sing (embarrassingly) loud Celine’s Dion “I’m Your Lady” while walking around campus.

Whenever Jenny was tired or a little tipsy, she would lie next to you and sing camp songs.  It was nice.

Jenny and Becca would name their water bottles after famous celebrities.  I can’t remember who had what bottle, but the names they used were Jessica Simpson and Paris Hilton, which I thought were hilarious.

It was me, Michael, Jenny, Bert, and Becca, and we were having dinner at Applebee’s.  Michael, Bert, and me were on one side of the table, and Becca and Jenny were on the opposite.  And after dinner, I felt a leg brush up against mine.  When it didn’t stop, I got kind of concerned because my suspicion was Becca, but when I looked under the table, it was Jenny’s leg.  She had mistaken my leg for Michael’s.