So this summer I decided with my new found interest in various musicians and bands, that I would expand my music library. Now, I don't mean I expanded it by just a few songs. No, No, I mean that from June 11, 2007 to July 28, 2007, my song count on my ipod went from being 3612, to being 5104. Yes, I shit you not. Over the course of about 6 weeks, my library increase by almost 1500 songs. 1492 to be exact. Talk about obsession.
And now, onto my dying lover.... my ipod. I will tell you these events, moment by moment. Last Monday I got home from the gym, I put my ipod into my radio dock and left it there until Wednesday.
When I awoke on Wednesday, I walked over to my ipod and this is what I saw...
A CRACK IN MY SCREEN... AHAHAHHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, I freaked out.... and started crying....can you say spoiled brat?
Yep, I'm quite spoiled, yeah I said it. The first step towards fixing a problem, is admitting that you have one.
Ok, so after going to wal-mart (hell) and buying the most unattractive case in the world, I was finally able to stop the crack from spreading. But, it's only a matter of time before it's all shot to shit. Now, I came to discover something very sad. The guy working at the geek squad counter, has an IQ lower than that of the pickle I just ate. So sadly, I don't think I can have my screen replaced. Not that it can't be done, it's just that Cheech at best buy probably couldn't find the keyboard to process my request. So, I shall keep my unattractive case on my ipod,and hope that one day my ipod will heal itself.
Something else that I have done this summer is watch was to many movies, very strange movies. Very very strange. Movies like May.
May is the story of a girl, who has no friends, and because of that she decides to make a friend of the parts of all the people who have hurt her. Yes, I mean she cuts them up and sews them together into one person. Like I said, weird shit.
Going to the movies has also become a normal part of my week. Surfs Up, Hairspray, Captivity, I Know Pronounce You Chuck And Larry, and The Simpson's. And after seeing all of these movies over the past week, I have come to the decision that movie theater popcorn sucks balls. That's right, it does in fact suck balls. And we all know it does. But for whatever reason, we all shove it into our mouths like orphaned children who haven't eaten in months. Why is that. It's terrible. Someone explain this for me. Why do we love shitty food?
