I forgot -
In the time my phone was dead, I received this text, from a contact whose phone I can't figure out since I lost it:
Sorry for not getting back to you sooner! my mom is coming to town this wk, but next wk i should be free...stay in touch. :)
Who the hell wrote that? It's very generic...
Actually, I just googled the area code and I think I know.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Got a new phone.
I got my new phone. I was all prepared to steel myself for losing all my contacts and my favorite text messages (I save all the fun ones), and it turns out I lost like half to two-thirds of them, which I was prepared for since I had told myself ahead of time that I shouldn't be so attached to material possessions, but it was what I wasn't prepared for that made me realize how much I like material things -
-- I hate the small buttons on my new phone, it makes it harder to text.
-- I hate how the menu displays only 2 contacts at once when you scroll down, whereas the menu on my old phone used to display 3 at a time.
-- I hate how the menu screen has these icons that rotate around and look cool, but you can't scroll through that shit as fast, which is annoying.
On the other hand, I now have a color monitor, which I made a dark, bright red.
What disturbs me most of all, though, is that my old model phone got better reception, had better volume, and is legendary for being able to last over a decade if you treat it right, and my new model isn't as good on any of these fronts, since the company stopped making the old model since it lasted too long and they didn't have a constant market for cell phones.
-- I hate the small buttons on my new phone, it makes it harder to text.
-- I hate how the menu displays only 2 contacts at once when you scroll down, whereas the menu on my old phone used to display 3 at a time.
-- I hate how the menu screen has these icons that rotate around and look cool, but you can't scroll through that shit as fast, which is annoying.
On the other hand, I now have a color monitor, which I made a dark, bright red.
What disturbs me most of all, though, is that my old model phone got better reception, had better volume, and is legendary for being able to last over a decade if you treat it right, and my new model isn't as good on any of these fronts, since the company stopped making the old model since it lasted too long and they didn't have a constant market for cell phones.
Tales of the gym.
So, my one friend who volunteers at the rape crisis hotline and used to work at the gym desk on campus said she's had a fair share of people take advantage of her being trapped behind the desk while she was working and say lots of weird things:
1) One older white guy said she had nice hair, and asked her to cut off a piece of it for him.
2) One younger white guy was like, "You smell nice," and then after a pause was like, "Is that Chanel?"
She also said she's gotten a few dates from the gym desk, and one boyfriend. She says being able to watch guys work out helps, too, since the guys who seem cute but then try to lift too much weight for themselves she writes off, since she says they seem nice, but you can tell they have self-image problems.
Also, she said once this 30-something grad student kept hitting on Artemis whenever he was at the gym, and since she's young, she didn't know how to avoid giving him her phone number one time when he asked, but right after she gave it to him and he was walking away, she was like, "You know I'm in high school, right?", and the guy stopped and turned around and faced her and was like, "Really?", and then deleted her phone number and turned and went to walk off.
Then, he stopped, turned back to her, and was like, "So when do you turn eighteen?", and he meant it.
1) One older white guy said she had nice hair, and asked her to cut off a piece of it for him.
2) One younger white guy was like, "You smell nice," and then after a pause was like, "Is that Chanel?"
She also said she's gotten a few dates from the gym desk, and one boyfriend. She says being able to watch guys work out helps, too, since the guys who seem cute but then try to lift too much weight for themselves she writes off, since she says they seem nice, but you can tell they have self-image problems.
Also, she said once this 30-something grad student kept hitting on Artemis whenever he was at the gym, and since she's young, she didn't know how to avoid giving him her phone number one time when he asked, but right after she gave it to him and he was walking away, she was like, "You know I'm in high school, right?", and the guy stopped and turned around and faced her and was like, "Really?", and then deleted her phone number and turned and went to walk off.
Then, he stopped, turned back to her, and was like, "So when do you turn eighteen?", and he meant it.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My cell phone has died.
I've been having problems with the 5/jkl button for a while, and recently it's started having buttons stick for now reason and then the whole thing restarts (a bitch when I'm writing texts, since when it re-boots the entire text I was working on is gone, it's the worst when I was just about to press "send"), and all this winter when I've been talking outside sometimes the battery goes to zero and the phone shuts off if it's cold outside - sometimes, too, the battery skips down from 4 bars to 1 bar of power when it's on the 4, and then when it's on the 1 bar of power and it goes to 0, the phone acts like it's going to short out but then it just goes to 3 bars of power like it had been - but yesterday night I was talking on it, and it gave this continuous beep and shut down, and now when I push a button to restart it, it just starts up and lights up, but then shuts down automatically, just as the NOKIA screen is on the verge of appearing, which causes this frustration almost like premature ejaculation, since every time I think the phone's going to start working again but what do you know, it doesn't.
So, today I'm going to the store to get it fixed, or get a new one.
So, today I'm going to the store to get it fixed, or get a new one.
Addendum - Movie night/Discussion Group.
I forgot this about last Tuesday -
In talking about the one movie that had 13 feminists who were trying to make a point masturbating, my one friend who works the rape crisis hotline was like, "It was all the same to me if there was 13 women or there was just one, none of them were really individuals."
Also, at the social hour, I met this shorter guy in a maroon suit with a fedora and facial hair, and it turns out that he is active in the local polyamory community and gives sex tours and ghost tours in the city.
"Oh, like that [title of a tv show following around a real life ghost-hunting team] bullshit?", I was like.
"Yes," he was like, "I'm [our city]'s [name of the tv show ghost-hunting team] affiliate."
"Oh," I was like, and then he mentioned he was a psychic.
In talking about the one movie that had 13 feminists who were trying to make a point masturbating, my one friend who works the rape crisis hotline was like, "It was all the same to me if there was 13 women or there was just one, none of them were really individuals."
Also, at the social hour, I met this shorter guy in a maroon suit with a fedora and facial hair, and it turns out that he is active in the local polyamory community and gives sex tours and ghost tours in the city.
"Oh, like that [title of a tv show following around a real life ghost-hunting team] bullshit?", I was like.
"Yes," he was like, "I'm [our city]'s [name of the tv show ghost-hunting team] affiliate."
"Oh," I was like, and then he mentioned he was a psychic.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Pimple / Beets.
Like four or five days ago, I had this big pimple forming right in the hair by my right temple, and you could see it, since my hair's a little short right now. I tried squeezing it, but nothing came out, and it just get bigger and more inflamed and more noticeable.
Anyhow, yesterday I noticed it seemed to have formed more, so I squeezed it, and a big pile of shit flew out (about two pin head's worth of a whitish-gray stuff) and got caught on the end of my hair right there around the pimple.
Also, I had a tupperware of chopped-up beets in my fridge, and it got turned on its side, I noticed a few days ago, and today when I got a carton of eggs out from the shelf beneath, I noticed that beet juice had leaked on top of the carton and was caught in the holes there.
Anyhow, yesterday I noticed it seemed to have formed more, so I squeezed it, and a big pile of shit flew out (about two pin head's worth of a whitish-gray stuff) and got caught on the end of my hair right there around the pimple.
Also, I had a tupperware of chopped-up beets in my fridge, and it got turned on its side, I noticed a few days ago, and today when I got a carton of eggs out from the shelf beneath, I noticed that beet juice had leaked on top of the carton and was caught in the holes there.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thurs. / Fri. -- Movie / Piss.
Thurs. night I went to go see the "only screened twice in Kansas City back in the early 50s" Robert Altman-written movie "Corn's-a-Poppin'". As it turns out, the reason he never discusses it in interviews is that it's really, really bad.
Fri. morning I took up and I needed to piss like a racehorse and I also needed to shit, too, so I sat down, and I just let loose pissing, only it somehow went up the bowl and ricocheted off the inside of the rim and onto my boxers and got them all wet, and the worst part was that I had eaten some asparagus off a vegetable plate at a reception, so my boxers got all wet with asparagus piss and I had to put on a new pair. I tried wiping the excess piss off the boxers and the tile with toilet tissue, but there was a lot that got soaked in the boxers, and since I haven't washed my bathroom floors in a while the toilet tissue just soaked up all this piss with lint clotted in it, and the whole thing looked fuck-nasty.
Fri. morning I took up and I needed to piss like a racehorse and I also needed to shit, too, so I sat down, and I just let loose pissing, only it somehow went up the bowl and ricocheted off the inside of the rim and onto my boxers and got them all wet, and the worst part was that I had eaten some asparagus off a vegetable plate at a reception, so my boxers got all wet with asparagus piss and I had to put on a new pair. I tried wiping the excess piss off the boxers and the tile with toilet tissue, but there was a lot that got soaked in the boxers, and since I haven't washed my bathroom floors in a while the toilet tissue just soaked up all this piss with lint clotted in it, and the whole thing looked fuck-nasty.
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