Sunday, 27 June 2010

Dude.

Deep fried Hot Pockets.

Win.

Blah

It's not quite 3:00 AM and I'm waking up. I slept pretty terribly- waking up every so often, tossing and turning, various aches and pains.

But anyway. I'm waking up to take Emily to the airport. She's going to be leaving for a four week ballet intensive in Detroit, hosted by ABT. :D
I'm gonna miss her, but she'll have fun. :3

Picture:



Yeah, we all just kind of half-assed the costumes this time, but it still got us in for free. :3

I think that's it? I'm going up to Hattiesburg this afternoon to sort out some school stuff. Blech. Not looking forward to that.


-David

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

The charades and challenges of catching a charger.

Sorry for the half-assed alliteration in the title, it was the best I could do on such short notice.

I will now update you on my phone situation: As you all know, my phone is dead. Now, I thought it was the battery at first, because I'd plug it in and it'd charge for about five seconds before going "Nope, not gonna happen" and then stopping the charge. Well, my phone has been through a lot, so I figured the wear and tear and water damage (Plus the fact that my phone's battery life had gotten to be about 20 hours) made me think that my battery was just old. I ordered a new one and awaited anxiously.

Well, it arrived this morning. I quickly inserted it (*snicker*) and was overcome with joy! My phone, alive! Confetti flew, fireworks exploded, tears of joy cascaded down my face... until I decided to plug my phone in to make sure it could hold a charge.

...And it couldn't. It was still doing the same thing. So that meant one of two things: either my charge was a piece of crap or my phone was a piece of crap. I suspected the latter, but in a last-ditch effort to convince myself otherwise, I texted Meaghan (Who also has a Blackberry, and has helped me before) asking her if she was at home and if she could help me. I went over there and my fears were confirmed. I tried out multiple charges, all to the same result. My phone just didn't want me to charge it.

Discontent to let my suicidal phone continue its tendencies, I asked Meaghan how she charged her phone- her charger port was also messed up. She showed me her device, and I saw a small glimmer of hope. You see, it didn't need the charger port to work- it charges the batteries themselves, not the phone. I was in awe. After thanking her profusely, I went home and found a model that would work with my phone for a mere $15.95 plus shipping. The company I ordered from only had standard shipping (Another $2.90), so it'll take a while to get here, but I don't mind. According to Amazon, all the other companies were charging upwards of $30 for the same thing, so I saved probably close to $25 by NOT going with a more expensive company to get more expensive shipping. I'm sure I can wait a few days, anyway, it's only shipping from New York.

But yes. That's my tale. I figured it was dramatic enough to post it here.


-David

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

All hail Ken!

Hello, all.

I'm sure you've missed me in the past few months, but fear not! All is well with me. I didn't forget about my blag! I swear!


...I was just too lazy to update it. OH WELL!

Anyway, to herald my return to the Blogosphere (I hate myself for saying that un-ironically), I will tell you about today. Because today was a good day. :)


I woke up at exactly 8:23. I recall this because I was annoyed that I woke up seven minutes before my alarm was set to go off. Why does that happen? I know I'm not the only person that experiences (And is subsequently annoyed by) that. But anyway, I woke up at 8:23 and proceeded to lay in bed until my alarm DID go off at 8:30. Wouldn't want to actually get up before my alarm. It just seems a bit rude, I don't want to hurt my alarm's feelings. You know how it is. So I got up and got dressed, checked my email and my webcomics, read Cracked, etc. My normal morning routine. Then, at 9:00, I went downstairs to start my day.
It was dark out, because of clouds and such. I needed to mow the lawn (Mum had been on my ass about it the past few days, and I needed to be at least somewhat productive today), so I went out and got started. Unfortunately, not even fifteen minutes later, I was met with a thunderstorm. And you all know the age-old saying "You can't mow the lawn in a thunderstorm," so I put the mower up and went back inside. I'll finish the job later, I'm sure, but the TV man says that it'll be really wet the next few days.
After my failed mowing escapade, I talked to my dad about running some errands. You see, some things you need to know:
1) My driver's license expired on May 12th, and I'd been driving illegally for over a month. OOPS. Need to get that renewed!
2) My cell phone's battery DIED so I need to go buy a new one.

The plan? Stop by some stores to see if they carried phone batteries (Spoiler alert! They didn't) and then to the courthouse to get my license renewed. After getting a new license (But no new battery), we came back home and I decided to be EVEN MORE PRODUCTIVE. I promptly searched online and found the battery I needed. It's on its way here as we speak, and I should be getting it sometime tomorrow. On top of that, I arranged for a meeting with my piano teacher in Hattiesburg on the 27th. :D
My mother would be proud of my productivity!

After all of my BORING, MENIAL CHORES, I headed over to Emily's house (Yes, we're still dating. Fear not, worried followers!) to prepare to see Toy Story 3. You see, we were all dressing up to go see it. Maring and Kristen were Woody and Jesse, Chelsea was Buzz, and then Emily and I were Barbie and Ken.

Oh yeah. We got pics.
But there aren't any right now because Emily is a lazy, lazy girl. As soon as they're online, I'll post them here. Don't worry. :)

And we also got in for free! :D
It was surprisingly a VERY good movie. It was a brilliant sequel and I will definitely watch it again sometime. I cried so hard at the end! D:
And of course, dressing like Ken was the source of MANY lulz. ;D

As per our usual movie-going routine, we went to Waffle House to dine in style afterwards. Still in costume, of course. Well... mostly. Chels quickly discarded her Buzz get-up and we picked up Sara and Mason, but still! I had some hash browns (All the way, baby) and Emily had a chocolate chip waffle. All was right with the world.

On the way back to Emily's house, I mortified her by waving an American flag out of the window of the van and yelling "'MERICA" as loud as possible at helpless passer-bys. Sara, Maring, and I got many lulz out of this. Emily, being a freedom hating terrorist, tried to suppress our fun. >:|

We arrived at Emily's house to eat ice cream and watch Flight of the Conchords for a bit. Great stuff. Now, I'm back at home. Exhausted. Updating my blag so my poor readers can get their fix of David. :)

Anyway, that was my day! Now stop complaining that I don't update my blag anymore. >:|


-David