masterofmidgets | Entries tagged with phone

I have named my new phone the Beetle Phone. Because it is blue and gadgety - and because the first one died. Yeah, this is not last week's phone. That phone developed some kind of terminal glitch the first night home where the screen would randomly go blank and refuse to do anything for great lengths of time. So after much irritating back-and-forth with the AT&T store, who refused to replace my phone until we could prove there was something wrong with it (because clearly I am going to your store and making an idiot out of myself just for kicks, right?), I now have a new phone, identical to the old one in every way except that the fact that it actually works.

I love you Beetle Phone! I'll try not to let you get shot by any super-villains!

Yesterday: went out to pick up a package UPS buggered up delivery on because two years later they still can't find our house, and ended up with a new phone. Oops? Seriously, I don't know how that happened - one minute we were driving around trying to find the UPS center, the next my dad had decided that we needed to go to the AT&T store RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY to renew his contract and get us new (mostly free) phones.

I still don't have the Super High-Tech Secret Agent smart phone I yearn for in my soul, tragically. I don't care that I don't actually text anyone or send that many emails or track my appointments or do anything I would need a smart phone for, I still want a damn Droid. But my new not-smart phone is still pretty shiny, and also blue, and I got my ringtone set to the Doctor Who theme. So I guess it will do.

Today: Started watching Love Shuffle, which is about a group of twenty-to-thirty-somethings who agree to experiment with shuffling romantic partners every week after they all get caught in an elevator together. Also Personal Taste, about an architect who lets a girl think he's gay so she'll let him move in with her, so he can check out her house designed by her famous-architect father so he can use the designs to get a contract over her evil ex-boyfriend who dumped her to marry her best friend. J-DRAMAS, K-DRAMAS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? It's like the second I start watching them, all my taste, standards, and sense just fly out the window. And I can't stop watching, because they are incredibly addicting, in all their absurd soap-opera-y glory.

For dinner tonight, we had some spare ribs we've been trying to clear out of the freezer for weeks, so my dad sawed them up into bite-sized pieces and I steamed them with some red cabbage and a soy-chili paste-black bean sauce. It was really indecently good. The rosemary peasant bread (a repeat appearance, but I've got fresh rosemary that won't use itself up) wasn't really a match genre-wise, but it was still om nom nomable with some balsamic vinegar and olive oil.

Tomorrow: going trail riding with

hanjuuluver and one of my mom's clients, as an early birthday present from my mom. So excited OMG.

As of now, I am officially registered for classes for Autumn Quarter, and it feels like a very big deal to me. I'm in...well, all the clases I wanted to take, when I wanted to take them. It's awesome. Incredible. I'm kind of vaguely expecting to get an email saying it's all been screwed up and there are no spaces left in anything besides Math For Extra-Smart Engineers or How to Clean Sewers, but so far so good. And the times will work out well, I thiiiiiiink - I only have to get up 2 mornings a week (barring homework and job, of course, when and if those things occur) to go to fencing (which I believe is going to be far away, urgh), and I should have enough time for meals and stuff. And I'm taking Japanese! YAY!

Oh, and my phone fiiiiiiinally got shipped. AT&T should still be fucked twice with almond muffin batter lube, but at least we hopefully got this worked out. Hopefully.

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: The Faisan Lounge

I've spent most of this morning planning the commission of a violent felony. Namely, firebombing AT&T. With some sort of vile chemical in the bombs that corrodes away skin slowly and incredibly painfully, and leaves them dyed purple. Why? Because they are bastards and need to suffer!

Yeah. I have issues. But the stupid whore-bastards cancelled my order. Apparently I fail their credit check. Which means I now have no phone when I get to school, and I am tremendously freaking out. As in curled up in a ball and crying/punching the wall freaking out. I so did not need this today.

Oh, and AT&T? You have a contract with a FUCKING COLLEGE, DUMBASSES! WHY WOULD YOU EXPECT US TO HAVE CREDIT? FUCK. OFF.

It seems the only solution will be to order the phone with my dad's credit card, and have my mom give him the money for the bill every month. Which of course has many problems in and of itself. I FUCKING HATE MY STUPID DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY.

I want the whole world to die.

Current Mood: infuriated
Current Location: Off Somewhere Plotting Violent Death
Current Music: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - False Pretense

I spent 5 hours today wrangling online with the phone company people, and at this point, I'm about ready to give it up and GO BACK TO FUCKING SMOKE SIGNALS. God. I mean, could they have made that any more complicated? It took me ages to even figure out how much I was being charged for anything, and then there was something weird with my shipping address vs my school address vs the address on my bank account and then something went all screwed up so I had to remove all the cookies from my browser and reenter all my information /again/ and I WANT YOU ALL TO DIE. I shall consider sticking with AT&T forever just so I never have to go through this again. Bah. If my phone doesn't get here by the time I leave for school, throats will be getting slit.

Another person to my increasingly long list of "People Who Need to Die in the Most Painful Way I Can Think Of": my upstairs neighbor is an ass. I am so sick of listening to people run in and out his apartment until 2 in the morning. I am sick of listening to him blast his crap music loud enough we can hear it through the floor at 3 in the morning. It's rude, jackass! We live in the building too! Just...fuck off.

Now that I've vented some, maybe I'll be able to crack down and write cross-dressing prostitute!Draco. That'd be nice.

Current Mood: irate
Current Music: Blue October - Hate Me

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
					1	2
3	4	5	6	7	8	9
10	11	12	13	14	15	16
17	18	19	20	21	22	23
24	25	26	27	28	29	30

Love In The Asylum

Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again.

Entries tagged with phone

There Should Be A Beetle Signal

I do not leave looking at your flowing tears

Inordinately Excited

If You See Me On the News, This is Why

I Wish Death Upon You

Profile

November 2019

Syndicate

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags