RIP New(ish) Phone; Burn In Hell

Why am I blogging at 12:40 am when I will be busy from 10am to 10pm tomorrow? Because the Samsung Impression is a non-innovative piece of crap phone. As an Informatics student, I can say without conviction, that the designers of this cellular device were either drunk or stupid during the production of this phone.

Sometime tonight, my touch screen-- the core element to all the phone's functionality from calls to internet-- decided it was gonna stop working. No, this isn't the first time. It has done this before, but tonight it doesn't think it's going to start working again.

Talk about an over-reliance on technology! Who designs a phone where nearly every function, except the bull-crap camera, needs the touch screen, a technology that can malfunction for a long list of reasons, to function?!

No one in the team thought, "Hey, if the touch screen malfunctions, the consumer is screwed."? When I was small the mouse on the family desktop stopped working properly. I had to learn how to maneuver the keyboard; we didn't need a new computer.

I'd go replace this phone with another impression, but unless it's a Droid or iPhone I'm done with touch screens. I googled my problem to possibly find a solution. All I found was confirmation that plenty of people who have this fairly rare iPhone-wannabe, HAVE HAD THE SAME PROBLEM. It seems to be inevitable.

Honestly, if my mother hadn't just bought this phone for me, I'd throw this thing into a brick wall & buy a new one. However, I'm just going to do the latter of those things.

A Much Needed Coma

Nobody really knows this about me, but I write screenplays for a hobby. I thought I'd use my new blog to jot down an idea I had (have?). It comes from, unfortunately, me being frustrated and tired in every sense with life and thinking, " I don't wanna kill myself, but I'd take a nice medically-induced coma for a week or so."

So in my movie (it's a comedy, by the way), I'd like for some girl to be stressed out with her family and relationships. Then she gets into the marvelous coma where she has to find herself and finally take "life" one step at a time. Meanwhile her family is in debate over whether or not to pull the plug.

(Cruel, I know. I'm a very disturbed person. I realize this more and more everyday.)

I haven't got all the details down yet, but I will... if I don't forget about this entirely.

That Girl Is Poison!

I had a really random thought - as I often do - while I was getting dressed for a "date" yesterday. I put on a black-and-white stripped shirt and black jeans replacing the gray shirt I had on before because I thought it was too dark, but this is not a fashion blog so I'll move on...

In an Animal Behavior course, I learned that a contrast of light and dark colors is commonly seen in poisonous (or chemically-defensive) animals. It serves as a warning to all predators that this animal is not one you want to mess with.

You see that white stripe? You've got about 5 seconds.

This got me wondering...

Of course, I'm not really poisonous. But I have a punky, rock star attitude that could warrant the poison label. Girly girls like pink and purple, gothic people wear black, depressed people favor dark colors.

My rebel personality is better expressed using the combination: bold colors + black. I also love the contrast: edgy + feminine.

I have a big personality that doesn't fit into a square peg. Of course there are a number of other things I like that don't quite fit into these two rules, but this is certainly my starting point!

"That girl is poison!"

"Style is a way of saying who you are without having to speak." -- Rachel Zoe