Hi.
First, many apologies for the lack of presence here lately (mostly to Valerie, because she loves me and is reading this now...if you're not my cousin Valerie and are reading this, gimme a shoutout in the comments section). Left the computer in Aunt B's car when she took me to meet boyfriend (I'm car-less right now due to a set of circumstances out of my control and not entirely concerning me), I was in the sprawling metropolis known as Guyton until Friday, and when we got back to God's country (B*town), the internet at la casa de Whitney wasn't fully functioning. I don't know what the littles would've done for another couple of days without Netflix, so thank God that it's working again.
I'll post things about my new book acquisitions soon...I'm excited. :-) :-) :-) :-)
Anywho, here lately, I have not been having the best luck with cellphones.
Let me explain: freak things always happen with my cellphones.
1. I cracked the screen of my first cell phone while trying to look graceful at an American Eagle (in all fairness, there was an attractive boy folding some clothes who'd smiled at me earlier). It still worked for another year, and had it not been upgrade time, i'd have kept it.
2. Second cell phone was a pink beauty and was wonderful. I only rid myself of it because it would randomly shut off when I snapped it shut and sometimes wouldn't come back on for a day and a half, and that wasn't okay, considering it was my alarm clock and scheduler.
3. Ah, cell phone 3. We had some good memories. I dropped it fairly early on, and the back fell into a bush inhabited by a very angry mother bird. Thus I invested in a single strip of bright yellow duct tape, which worked wonderfully. It lasted until I plugged it up on the way home one night (into the usb jack for the GPS) and I'm pretty sure it fried the battery. It heated up until I was afraid I'd have a burn on the side of my face, and as soon as I said something to a friend about it, it shut off.
4. Enter the LG Cosmos. My dad insisted on buying a screen protector and a case for this one. They neither lasted long because the case was too bulky and the screen protector distorted the view on my screen (I do applaud father for trying though). The LG Cosmos and I had a wonderful relationship, as it rarely let me down. It even survived an attempted deep-frying (I was frying some chicken for my Chinese friends when I was in California last summer, and I dropped the phone in the grease. It still worked after that. Smelled like chicken for a couple weeks, but it worked). However, a couple weeks ago, it lost service. It just lacked service, period. I did all the right things, followed instructions, didn't kill someone at the Verizon store who looked at and talked to me like I was the stupidest thing to dare intrude upon her sight, everything. No work. Luckily, mommy dear was due an upgrade, so now I have her old phone.
But this brings me to today. I dropped the phone. In the toilet.
Yes. In the toilet.
I've NEVER done that. Why? Because that's what something normal people do, and I am apparently not normal.
Anyways, after a sit in a bag of rice (thank you to whoever told me this), things seem to be working normally, except for the fact that the letter b decided that it was getting underused, and it keeps popping up every time i press the spacebar. Oh well.
Needless to say, my texting speed has decreased. And my phone smells like rice.
Oh well.
Could've been worse.
There could've been a turd in the toilet.
