Yes, yes, yes, I know. Who the fraggles uses snail mail these days?
Apparently I do. At least during summer.
It all started in the 3rd grade when my teacher had the fantastic idea (out of nowhere, we were in the middle of math when she thought of this) of having us send letters to each other. She said: “Think of it as sending letters to a pen-pal from somewhere around the world! Doesn’t that sound fun and exciting?”
Truth be told, I didn’t think it was a ‘fun and exciting’ idea at all back then. I thought that it was kinda stupid since I could simply hand the letter to my classmate instead of sending it to the post and be done with the whole project. But I went along with it and sent a couple of letters to my friends and more to people in my class who I didn’t know so well, but wanted to talk to and get to know.
To my surprise, they all responded. Every single one of them. The best ones were from the ones I wasn’t friends with. They wrote about their day, friends, family, and their daily life—reading their letters made me feel like an idiot for not befriending awesome people like them in the first place.
Thanks to this not-so-stupid-after-all idea, sending letters to people over the summer have become a weird habit. I actually have a Summer-Letter-Buddy. We don’t actually hang out as often as I would like, but we send letters to each other during the summer almost daily.
Our letters are pretty random. Sometimes we write long-heart-felt-tear-soaked-5-pager letters. Sometimes we just send a piece of paper with only one or two words on it. But we’re getting pretty creative now because we’re both really into design. The collage letters are the best, haha. I should go and scan some when I fix my scanner.
It’s just nice to get something in the mail once in a while, you know?
I have horrible luck when it comes to phones. WRY. (Oh.. This is a rant/pointless post, so you can skip reading this ‘cause you probably have better things to do~)
I got an LG Shine because, as the name suggests, it was shiny. Pretty stupid reason to get a phone, right? Yeah. It was. Still is. Regret it everyday.
After suffering two years and a few-ish months with CrapPhone #1, the screen started acting funny. I asked my dad and his reply was: “Oh. Well you see, -insertreallyembarrassingnicknamehere-, your pixels died. Have fun with a dying phone! :D”
So I stole ‘borrowed’ my mom’s LG Vu. It was awesome for a while and then I got bored of the interface. So what did I do? I ‘hacked’ into it and changed the theme to look like HTC Hero’s UI. Yey for scrolling through multiple dashboards! A tad sluggish, but yey scrolling!
Little did I know that this phone would become CrapPhone #2. Oh joy. I was rushing to class and I was walking down the skytain station stairs while texting a friend to save me a spot in class. Stupid idea.
As soon as I sent the text, CrapPhone #2 jumped out of my hand and slid down the stairs. LE FUU—. And now the camera doesn’t work—my phone overheats if I even try to select the camera option. D:
I’m still stuck with CrapPhone #2. I’m kinda scared that one day it’s just gonna explode and set me on fire or something so I really need a new phone now. TuT
I have 3 2 options: Sony Erisson Xperia X10, Sony Ericsson Satio, and an iPhone.
(Silver or Red) Sony Ericsson Satio: This has been my DREAM phone for as long as it’s been around. I actually stalked the updates when they introduced this phone, haha. It’s so damn sexy. The downside is that I don’t know how customizable this phone is (since.. you know, I like changing things, haha). But it’s still pretty damn sexy. The 12mp camera helps too.
(White Ver. Plz!!) iPhone: Apps galore! And multiple dashboards. Plus, it’s customizable.. which should be fun. Creating themes for it. Yum.
“I would just like to say to all the ladies out there, I know this is a big weekend for you in North America…this (stands up and points at his body) is Sex and the City – and if you want to see Sex and the City 2 – just see my movie twice.”—Jake Gyllenhaal
“I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything. Maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn’t do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. I’m sitting in this library, thousands of miles from my life, writing another letter I know I won’t be able to send, no matter how hard I try and how much I want to. How did that boy making love behind that shed become this man writing this letter at this table?”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via thechocolatebrigade)
I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
There is great need for a sarcasm font.
How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
Was learning cursive really necessary?
Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories.
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.
I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this - ever.
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring Hello? Hello? Damn it!, but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times then goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.
Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?
I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent an ass from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my behind everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!