Say Anything is a real boy now, Mr. Geppetto.
My phone has been off since Monday. For a few days I noticed that when I would try to charge the device, the results were variable. Sometimes it would charge fine, other times it would not charge at all. More and more often it would refuse to charge when plugged in. Saturday was the last day that it charged at all. The phone died at about 3:30pm on Monday afternoon.
I thought that the problem was with the charger. $14 and a broken wall (rage-fill roundhouse kick to the outlet) later I realize that it is the phone, not the charger that is having problems. A hehehehe. I feel happy suddenly. I always thought mean thoughts about people who would say things like “sometimes it’s nice to not be able to be contacted.” But now I just want to say that… it’s a good feeling. It’s like one less thing to worry about.
It doesn’t matter if I leave it on vibrate and miss a call… I’m missing the call anyway.
Anyway, I don’t even know where to go to get a new phone. I think I’ll just try and find a Verizon dealer (can you say that? a Verizon dealer?) around Provo and grab a new one. I’m pretty clueless about this so if anyone has some info on the phone replacement process, I would love to hear.
I’ve always disliked scary movies. I would get way into them and terrify myself for weeks. The ring freaked me out. I saw it in theaters with some friends and about died. I averted my eyes for a good portion of the movie and tried to divert my attention by playing paper, rock, scissors. After the movie I was too scared to return home and had to sleep over at a friend’s house.
Last night I was in a rare mood and decided I wanted to be scared (happy freakin’ Halloween). I watched two ’scary’ movies while sucking on whoppers (Now correct me if I’m wrong but whoppers are the best candy to eat while watching movies. You just suck on them till the chocolate coating comes off, then if you create a vacuum in your mouth, the crunchy balls will dissolve / crush.).
I really had a hard time getting frightened. Maybe the movies were to blame but I just wasn’t scared. I mean, I really wanted to scream, and scream I did… But I don’t feel traumatized (/sigh).
The first real scream I gave was forced at the beginning. I wanted to scream and saw that I would have an opportunity. As a started screaming tho, the scene became more frightening than expected and my scream took on a maniacal quality. It was exhilarating.
While trying to fall asleep I was still feeling unconcerned and tried in vain to frighten myself. It just wasn’t happening. Vroom vroom (go speed racer).
I thought I was getting over it, but I realize now that I’m falling backwards. How it eats away, that edge of desperation. It’s so very hard to turn. Yes or no?
My mouth is sore from those Whoppers.
I find that rather odd. I have a paper cut. But not from the Whoppers.