Insights into the life of a clumsy girl in a world of electronics.

Technology. The modern world literally survives on the advancement of cell phones, computers, the Internet, and thousands of other digital media contraptions. Billions of dollars are spent and exchanged every day for and through these technological venues.

 

 

I am also a large contributor to those funds.

 

 

I love media. I really do. Technology is the best. I really do think it's interesting. Therefore, I do love indulging myself in buying gadgets and gizmos. Unfortunately, I am clumsy and have butterfingers, which is where my hard-earned money come into play.

 

Like my computer. Love it. It's huge. It's fast. It's perfect for me, because I love both of those things in a gadget. But this thing was a gift. Gifts shouldn't cost you money, should they?

 

False. You better believe it, guys. Nothing is ever truly free.

 

Because this laptop is so big, it has a big screen. Duh Madeline. Thanks for clearing that up. It's relevant, I promise. Anyway. You are all well aware of my two sisters. They are inquisitive, curious, and love nothing more than going through my stuff. So I'm on my computer one day, just messing around and downloading music. I close it and walk to the kitchen to get a drink. When I return, I open it back up and the screen looks kinda like this.

 

 

 

Julia dropped a soda can on it. Goodbye $75 for a new LCD screen. Sigh.

 

Recently, it seems that Shelby is following in Julia's footsteps. After not letting her watch SpongeBob SquarePants on Netflix on my laptop, she threw a fit. I hid my laptop in my bed and left for work. I came home that night, did my homework, and crawled into bed, eager to check Facebook and watch some Bones before succumbing to sleep. I opened up my latop and pushed the power button, and the screen bore a striking resemblence to when Julia destroyed it. Turns out, Shelby searched my entire room for it, found it in my bed, and threw it to the ground and jumped on it. I guess if she couldn't watch SpongeBob, I can't watch Bones.

 

Needless to say, I was furious. And now that I am typing this blog on the family dinosaur, I'm feeling suicidal.

 

We'll get off that subject now. Onto my phone.

 

Currently, my phone is one of the newest and most advanced models on the market. The Samsung Galaxy S3. Once again, the screen is ridiculously huge and it's super fast. It sells brand-new for around $700. I got mine for $300. Either way, a nice phone like that needs to be taken care of, right? Right. So one night I'm on my laptop (in between the times where the screen is smashed), surfing eBay for an OtterBox to protect my beloved cell phone. All of the sudden, I drop my phone on my computer, pick it up, and the screen looks like this.

 

 

AHHHHHHH!!! CRACKKK! Okay, okay. Not a big deal. I can fix that. So after I ordered my OtterBox, I ordered a replacement glass screen and a tool set to fix my phone because the LCD screen was totally fine. Let's just say that after I finished, my phone looked like this. Actually, it looked a lot worse.

 

 

I just ended up buying a brand-new phone. With insurance. And an OtterBox. We'll leave it at that.

 

And that is my journey in the world of electronics. I'm thinking about buying an iPad. Wish me luck!

 



Thoughts on a day of hearts and Hersheys.

Ah. Valentine's Day. A day of romance, fake chocolate, overpriced flowers, handmade cards, serenades, expensive dinners, pink and red stuffed animals, and mushy love quotes. 

It's the worst.

I really just don't like Valentine's Day. Never did. I never really grasped the concept of it. I mean, why do I have to buy a bunch of cheap cards and little candy hearts that taste like chalk just to tell somebody I love them? Come on now. That's not expressing love. That's just disappointing.

The real reason I don't like Valentine's Day is the change in people. I feel like there are a few different generic types of people that emerge from the human race on V-Day, none of them exceptionally likeable. But to each his own. Let us commence.

First of all is that girl that we all know who is so crazy head-over-heels in love with her boyfriend and is having such an amazing Valentine's Day and is making sure that everybody knows it by posting it all over Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc. 
Honey. You're like, twelve. Get over yourself.

The second type of person is the angry, hateful, I-despise-everybody loser. They have a "grumpy cat" personality and makes sure everybody knows it. 97% of the time, this person is single, and not happily so. Can you say bitter?

Yet another personality is the single person who isn't bitter, but completely and totally depressing and also makes sure the entire world knows it. (What is with all these people making sure everybody knows when nobody cares?!) Seriously! No. One. Is. Interested.

^ There is probably a reason for that too. ^

Valentine's Day is cute and all that. Granted. But really the only people who benefit from it are Kitty's Flowers, Kay Jewelers, Hallmark, and Hershey's. Good for the businesses! But hint hint, February 15th could be a holiday itself!

Well everybody, I'm out. I'm going to be counting my pennies and heading to the big clearance bins of chocolate on Friday. Whatever you plan on doing for Valentine's Day, I hope you have fun doing it. I will be spending mine with a couple of things that mean a lot to me. Luke Austin Zockoll and Dairy Queen.

Happy Valentine's Day everybody. And happy eighteenth birthday to Jacelyn. I will be bringing you chocolate. (:

Ramblings about the activities happening in a stadium.

America. Land of the free, home of the brave. America is defined by a high school prom, a spingsteen song, a ride in a Chevrolet, the man on the moon, fireflies in June, kids selling lemonade. It's cities and farms, open arms, and one nation under God. That's America.

Now before you start thinking that this is going to be a tear-jerking patriotic post about the good old United States of America, let me just say one other thing that defines America.

Football.

More specifically, the Super Bowl.

Or Harbowl.

I like to call it the Horribowl.

Somebody please explain to me what the big deal is about the last game of football season. Oh wow, it's Ray Lewis's last game! Oh wow, there was a blackout! Oh wow, the entire country is going to be vandalized in black and purple for a whole entire year because WE ARE A RAVENS NATION AND ARE THE WORLD CHAMPIONS!
Yeah. For a whole twelve months.
Good for you.

Doesn't it seem that every year major drama happens during the Super Bowl?
Really, people. The lights went out. Your worlds are not to collapse into shambles around you simply because you cannot see a few dozen grown men running around with a pigskin tackling each other. Calm down. It's only Bad Luck Brian.

To be honest, people only really go to Super Bowl parties to dress up, jump around screaming like banshees, post every single play to Facebook a dozen times over, and other senseless things. I go for the food.

So, if you were still wondering about my views on this year's Super Bowl, it can be summed up in this amazingly accurate meme of the grumpy cat, who, by the way, liked my photo on Instagram himself.

Happy Super Bowl, everybody.
Go Steelers.