Awesome new phone wot

18 days until I turn 36!

I loved my Galaxy S4 with a glorious passion, and will always fondly remember purchasing plane tickets to England on it at work. When it started to act a little weird and slow down a bit because it was getting older, I figured I’d get a later entry in that series and love it similarly. I was going to buy the S7 from my provider, Cricket, with whom I’d always been quite satisfied, but just then by coincidence my mom’s provider, Republic Wireless, announced they would be getting several new phones — including the S7 — on the very day I would be able to afford what I wanted to buy.

Republic Wireless is cool. You do all everything (including calling) over Wi-Fi whenever Wi-Fi is available, and, though you pay for a plan as usual, they refund you anything you haven’t used (because you’ve been mostly on Wi-Fi) once the month is up. I didn’t mind what I was paying with Cricket, but the prospect of paying less for being able to do all the same shit? Yes, please!

I’m only a couple of weeks through my first month with Republic, so I can’t actually report yet on how successful this system is likely to be for me. It’s looking extremely promising, though.

And the phone? ZOMFG I love it so much. I love everything about it so much that it’s easier to list what I dislike than go on and on about everything I adore. First of all, the speaker placement is odd; it’s right in a spot where your fingers tend to sit when you hold the phone sideways. Secondly, on the home screen, the information bar across the top is always white text with no background — meaning that if you have a wallpaper whose background is white, the information across the top disappears.

Another complaint I have isn’t about the phone itself, but, rather, a combination of circumstances. The only texting app compatible with both my phone and Republic Wireless’s transitioning-between-Wi-Fi-and-cell-service system is Google’s Messenger. It’s a bare-bones app that’s not necessarily bad, but doesn’t recognize the individual notifications set up for your contacts, and doesn’t have an in-app setting for individual notifications. Which means my phone makes the same sound no matter who’s texting me. However, I don’t really receive all that many text messages, so this is a minor annoyance.

Aaaanyway, this phone is gorgeous and takes gorgeous pictures, and has all sorts of little options that I love. I’m very happy with it. Of course, it’s shaped slightly differently than the S4, so all my darling custom cases are now obsolete. I’ma hang them up on the wall as decorations now. Dunno how many cases I’ll end up with for my S7; I guess we’ll see. I designed one to start out with, thinking it would be really cool to have a phone case entirely in manga black and white. See here:

I was going to post the original image as well, but I accidentally deleted it. Too bad. I’m super happy with this case; don’t forget that My Custom Case is freaking awesome.

So that’s about it for now! New phone yay!!

GW drama with Damien and Lyric

25 days ’til I turn 35!

My sister and her family are visiting, and I thought I’d share a couple of videos of Damien (7) and Lyric (4) playing with the Gundam Wing figures on my computer table (as well as a few other characters such as Ariel and Gilda the griffon).

Damien got a very brief rundown of who the GW characters are, but he doesn’t remember many details about them. I’m not sure why he latched onto Wufei as the coolest; no accounting for taste, I suppose.

Lyric is very quiet, so it’s difficult to hear what she’s saying, but I still decided to put the video up for documentation purposes and because that helmet. Sadly, I didn’t manage to capture the part where Duo asked Ariel if she wanted to go to the beach with him.

New Hair Adventure!

31 days until I turn 35! Here is a picture of my hairs:

It is a subtle coloration, and difficult to take a decent picture of, but I think you can still see what’s going on here. 35 points to anyone that can tell me why I’ve done this!

Khalina, khalina, khalina, yemkin enssa l’assiya, denta lli amelta fiy, ya habibi kan ketir

Let’s have a personal journal entry fifteen days before my birthday!

I’ve been sick for, like, three weeks. It’s slowly going away, but I still have this stupid cough. Fortunately, I’m feeling fairly human again by now, and yesterday I actually had the energy to clean my room finally! It’s so lovely in here now!

Also, posters. So. When I moved back into my parents’ house a few years ago, I thought it was going to be a temporary thing (until I finished the school program I was doing and found a more lucrative job), but these days it’s looking more long-term if not permanent. Back then I put up some scrolls and posters, but didn’t bother to cover all surfaces the way I prefer because I kept thinking I wouldn’t be in here that long. But now, accepting the nature of this arrangement, I have finally gone all-out in the good old style. This makes me happy. I suppose a few quick pictures are in order… Four corners ahoy:

Next, brother has acquired a kittin and named it Galileo. Waybee is unhappy about this addition to the household, and will attack him if he comes near her. She will undoubtedly get over it eventually, but for the moment their interaction is rather entertaining to watch. Little cat likes golden Oreos, for some reason.

So WordPress tells me what search terms have led people here, of course. And one search term that brought up my archive as a result was, “i’m thinking of suing myself. apparently.” This made me laugh really hard.

One day mom texted to ask what I wanted from McDonald’s. In attempting to reply that I wanted a Quarter Pounder with Cheese, my phone thought I wanted to type “Quatre,” and suggested “Wufei” as another word I might possibly be trying for. Dear Swype, I don’t think McDonald’s sells those.

One time I dreamed that I was taking part in a rodeo. The event I was competing in involved the following: a cow would be restrained upside-down with only its head emerging from the restraining device. I would direct my duck up a ramp to the cow’s head, where it would harass the cow with its beak for a set amount of time. Then I would call the duck back to stand in a certain spot, and we would be scored on our performance. I LAUGHED SO HARD WHEN I WOKE UP FROM THIS DREAM.

OK, despite how many photos there already are in this post, I can’t do a personal entry without progressing through the huge collection of old pictures I still need to deal with. So here are a few more from dry-cleaning days:

This interested me greatly at the time because I had no idea Playboy made suits. It’s… a little disturbing, I think, actually.

“Have dry-cleaned with reputable cleaner who is familiar with knitwear care” cracked me up. So pointlessly specific, and, methinks, somewhat paranoid. Aww, look at my stubby little thumb with its cute black nail! I should paint my nails again sometime.

I need not explain to any RK fan why this amused me. I wonder what kind of clothing line Soujirou would design… I imagine somewhat preppy.

Such importance!!

It occurred to me today at work that I completely forgot to get my birthday countdown going. Usually I start it a number of days before my birthday that corresponds with the number of years old I will be, which would have been July 30th this year, but I’ve been so busy and tired that it completely slipped my mind.

So. 25 days ’til I turn 34. Whether or not this will actually be a countdown (i.e. whether or not I will have the energy to post any personal entries between now and then) is anyone’s guess.

Only one day left until I turn 33

In a few hours we will drive away to go to Santa Fe! Have I mentioned how FREAKING EXCITED I am about this?? And because I will be away for my entire birthday, I have decided to post things I’m posting today rather than tomorrow.

I had that trying-to-shave-the-backs-of-my-thighs experience again yesterday, since I anticipate a swimming pool in New Mexico this evening. The shaving process was easier this time, but we’ll see if any swimming actually happens. If not, the tags will probably remain on my swimwear until next summer XD

So the other day there was a final exam, and after we’d taken it a classmate of mine commented, “I had the hardest time remembering the lay term for canine parturition… I kept thinking ‘bitching,’ but I knew that wasn’t right.” This tickled the hell out of me, and from now on I will consider that any dog having puppies is “bitching.”

On the same day, at work, a fun thing happened. Someone ordered two dozen chocolate strawberry roses, but requested that we not deliver them until she brought in some stuff that she wanted delivered along with the order. And what she brought in turned out to be a FOUR-FOOT-TALL TEDDY BEAR on which she’d put a backpack stuffed with candy. There were also about a million balloons, one of which was, like, three feet in diameter.

Excess often amuses me hugely, and I was filled with giggles in relation to all of this. I was also very pleased with the vibe I was getting that this extravagant offering was a sign of lesbian affection. Unfortunately, though, the purchaser evaded my subtle questions along those lines. It was still pretty awesome, though; the driver reported that the recipient was almost in shock when he appeared with all this crap.

I was thinking of reporting on my concert experience, but my feelings are so mixed I don’t know if I can do them justice. Seeing Three Days Grace three days before my thirty-third birthday was not only awesome but also terribly numerically appropriate… but I was not aware until I was actually at the concert that Adam Gontier has left the band. (Yes, I am very bad at paying attention to things.) This is literally enough to make me cry, but I don’t want to undervalue the concert experience even without him. So I think I will say no more on that topic. Still, there’s this:

SO EXCITED

THREE DAYS ’til my birthday, pipols! Wot about three days! WOT ABOUT THREE DAYS GRACE.

I am seriously excited right now. Tonight brother is picking me up from work and we’re heading straight to A THREE DAYS GRACE CONCERT. We’re going to be out way late and I’m sure to be dreadfully exhausted by the time we get home, but THREE DAYS GRACE. THREE DAYS GRACE THREE DAYS ‘TIL MY BIRTHDAY. Finally I will see my favorite band in person! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

And then tomorrow there are two football games, and on Sunday we go to Santa Fe!!!!!!

I am at work right now, counting down the minutes until I get to leave. What a useless work day this will be XD

Actually I’ve been super excited all week, and on Monday and Tuesday I kept thinking it was Thursday. So many amazing things will happen! What an awesome weekend!

OK, a couple of dreams and then I guess I’ll make an arrangement. First, I and Regina were joining Emma going to Neverland to rescue Henry. There was sexual tension among the three of us, but at the same time I didn’t fully trust Regina.

When we got there, the Henry-related story seemed to have been forgotten. Also, Neverland was also kinda forgotten. The place we’d reached was a rustic settlement (well, rustic except for the cathedral) whose people immediately accepted Emma as the prophesied pope figure they’d been waiting for. Go figure.

Emma didn’t have any magical powers in this dream, but Regina, of course, did, and so did I. So Regina and I kept using magic to make it look like Emma had magic to impress the peoples. It was frustrating to all three of us, because Regina and I were doing a lot of work without getting any credit, and the adoring public wouldn’t leave Emma alone for three minutes.

Then at one point Emma was going to go off somewhere to do something, and she reached into a box to grab a thing she needed to take with her. But she pulled her hand back covered in blood from a sudden long, deep cut. With the type of badass special effects you get in dreams, I started lifting the blood away and stitching up the wound telekinetically. I gathered the blood into a ball much like Upfish’s beloved blood-ball except that the containing outer layer was squishy instead of glass. Like a completely transparent water balloon filled with blood.

I turned to Regina and said, “Did you want some of Emma’s blood?” She said she didn’t, and I pressed, “Are you sure? Because that seems like something you would want.” But she still said no. This was a sign of the mistrust I still felt toward her, since apparently having some of Emma’s blood would make it easier for Regina to double-cross Emma later, but it also apparently partook of the sexual tension.

We noticed that the object Emma had supposedly cut herself on didn’t seem like it would have created the type of cut she had. So we dug around in the box and discovered a much sharper and more dangerous item that we agreed had definitely been planted there; someone was out to get Emma.

At the same time, though, I also observed that she had lost a lot of blood and wasn’t reacting at all as if she had. This occasioned a flash of knowledge offered to my dreaming self that Emma had, in fact, been replaced by a robot by some enemy or other. But I never found out why, because that was the end of the dream.

In another dream, I was somewhere when I saw a little dog (I think it was a lhasa) run away from its person. I got into my little car (I think it was a Kia) and gave chase, and came upon a flowery mountain glen where the little dog played happily with three or four other dogs. I called the owner and told her where to come to retrieve her dog.

When she arrived, she and I started walking across the meadow toward the dogs, discussing runaway dogs and other related topics. Halfway across, though, we came upon another lady having her picture painted, and my companion realized she knew this lady.

“I almost didn’t recognize you!” said the dog owner. “I haven’t seen you since you had your sex reassignment surgery!”

There was a happy but brief reunion of these two friends before the painter of the portrait got annoyed at our interruption of her work and shooed us away. I wanted to congratulate the lady on having gotten sex reassignment surgery, but not only was I not supposed to talk to her while she was having her picture painted, I didn’t know whether or not it would be awkward when I wasn’t actually acquainted with her at all.

So those were my dreams.

So tired

Thirteen days ’til my birthday. And today is day nine of ten days working in a row. I’ve reached the point where I kinda don’t give a shit what is happening here at work, which attitude allows me to sit here writing a journal entry when I have other things I really should (or at least could) be doing.

Today at school there was a final examination in Food and Fiber Animal. And on that final examination there was a question like this:

Which of the following statements is NOT true?

a. Blah blah blah fighting teeth.
b. Blah blah blah puberty.
c. Blah blah blah females.
d. All of the above are true.

When I mentioned to the teacher that this question thus worded, given that only one of the options can be selected, is impossible to answer, she seemed a little confused about what I meant and told me I was the first person, in all the five years she’s been giving this test, to point this out.

HOW COULD I BE THE ONLY PERSON EVER TO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS.

We also did a fecal lab today, and that was unexpectedly fun. The horse feces my group was working with actually smelled surprisingly good.

Oh, speaking of smells, and something I mentioned in a previous post that smelled bad… an even worse smell was encountered during last Friday’s camelid lab when it turned out that what we thought might be a trash can intended for trash turned out to be a trash can intended for the soaking of dead animal parts so they would separate from the bone, which the teacher could then bleach and use for anatomical demonstrations. On two separate occasions the lid of this unlabeled trash can was lifted by someone looking to throw trash away; we could very easily tell when this happened.

The camelid lab was fun, by the way. We played with alpacas, and I successfully drew blood from one of thems and gave an intramuscular injection to another. Yes.

Last night I dreamed that I was set up on a date with Oscar the grouch. Despite being gay, I decided to go on this date out of pure interest in what a date with Oscar the grouch would be like. That’s all I remember of the dream, but I found the concept so interesting that I do remember mentioning it to someone in a different dream before I woke up.

I’ve had some other dreams recently that I would like to record, but I’m too tired and spacey to recall them right now. I’ve consistently been up late finishing stupid homework, and then slept badly. Stuuuuuupid. Normally this type of proceeding leaves me in a perfect state to work on a music video or something, but I’ve had no free time whatsoever. But I just have to get through work today, school and work tomorrow, and school on Thursday before I will have some!!

OK, OK, OK, so. I’m rereading Twilight right now via audiobook, and, since I’ve had absolutely no other time lately to listen to the teacher’s recorded lectures, I have interspersed bits of them among the audiobook files. So Bella whines entertainingly for six minutes or so and then my teacher breaks in talking about rectal exams and semen collection and other incredibly appropriate things. It takes the already hilarious experience of Twilight to a whole new level. Not good for the headache I’ve had off and on for the last several days, but very good for my mood.

I think that’s all I have to say right now.