Stuff Breaks. Didja know that? In all of my 16 years….. never have I understood that as much as I do right now. LOL
Aside from being insanely loaded with homework, I have been pretty busy. (thus my absence from the blog world… sry!)
Well, the main issue in my life at the moment is in the cell phone department. I know, I know, parents, back in your day…. Well here in my day I need my phone! (ok, so maybe it's not my food and water, but in a world where I am used to having my friends, calendar, alarm clock, and music at the push of a button, living without this luxury is hard!)
See that pic up there? Yeah, those really are all phones that I have gone through. From getting wet to…. No wait. That is how I have sent all of my phones to cell phone he….. *cough*
So phones can't swim. Didja know that too? And for those of you, who think that there is a solution to this particular problem, try me. I tried putting it in the oven. I dried it with a blow drier. I left it in a hot car. And see that bag of rice in the picture? There is a black Motorola Razor who lives in it because someone told me that if I left my wet phone in there for a while, it would work again… nope. Lie.
As I sit here and mix and match different parts and batteries to try and form a complete, functioning phone, I reflect: how is it that some punk teenager with no real problems in life can accomplish something of a collection of phones that don't work? My phones have seen more water than Michael Phelps.
Well the good news is: I now have a phone that works. I can appreciate that it works. And I am okay with it as long as IT WORKS. It's the one in the pic plugged in. The brick-sized one. That's right, baby! If you're asking "where have I seen that phone before?", I think that it can be seen in episode #31 of The Flinstones….
Hm… Well, this one is staying far far away from water…. Far away.
(By the way, the only reason that I even have a functioning phone at the moment is because of my aunt and uncle who are responsible and take really good care of their phones. So when they get a new one, their old ones are available to punk nieces. That's me! Thanks Uncle Geoff and Aunt Beth! Love Ya!)



