Regina

Here's the deal. My cell phone's battery only lasts about 13 hours while I'm roaming. I'm assuming that since I'm in a roaming area (outside of the Savannah-Alltell line) My battery spends all of its energy displaying that stupid little flashing triangle at the top of my phone's screen and trying to find a signal. God help me if I want to text someone past 9:30 PM, because mid-text it will just die on me.

Well, today was an exception to common law, because it's lasted until now. But there's one issue:
My phone is on lock, therefore the screen is blank. HOWEVER, The phone insists on lighting itself up to tell me that my battery is dead. Don't you think that's a little anti-power-saving? I mean, the little battery juice that is left could be doing something uself, like letting me text someone, call someone or just play with it. But no, it demands that it uses the last dit of its life to flash every thirty seconds to tell me that it's dying. Talk about going out like a bat out of hell. This thing is determined for me to plug it into a power source! But no, Regina. (That's my phone's new name, because she's a bitch. And it sounds bitchy, right?) Well, NO Regina. I shall deprive you of any source or power whatsoever. Mainly as punishment for making me think I have a text message every time you light up.

HA, Regina.....HA.


::EDIT::

Regina died at 11:42 PM, just before this was posted. Now I shall resurrect her with the pwoer of electricity! (Frankenstein-esque, isn't it?! This phenomena should be a witty blog post in and of itself!!

Do you know what I hate with an undying, fiery, burning passion?

Stupid People.

I mean, there's only so much I can take. I understand that some people are under the influence of mental illness, if there is such an influence in that instance, but stupid people in general just.... really bother me.

I hate it when they try to argue, too. Mainly because the point that they try to prove has NOTHING to do with the general topic WHATSOEVER, and is completely irrelevent to the conversation. (I.E. person 1:I dont like converse tennis shoes person 2 (stupid): I love them, because the rainforest is being cut down by power hungry paper plants. So there.) The best part about this fact reguarding stupid people? They definately think that what they're saying is winnign their battle, when you know that person one in the above situation is saying "what the..? This guy's stupid!" And person 2 is going "yeah... stumped him on his own argument. . . I want some pudding"

I also have a general distaste for stupid people that think they aren't stupid. If anything, this is the worst case of stupidity. The affected (or infected, whichever you choose) is under the firm impression that they are smarter than the person around them. (I.E. [inner monologue, stupid person] "Those people who stick up for what they believe in are stupid, because everyone totally knows that the result of the end of this dispute will only hurt those that aren't involved.")


... Am I right, or am I right...

Have you ever had one of those moments when your thoughts in your head are too loud? Earlier this evening, I took a quick nap between loads of laundry, and I woke up and my mind was racing. I don't mean like "so many things to do oh Golly Gee" I mean Indy 500, holy crap there's a Miley Cyrus song playing along with Harry Potter story lines along with the conscious thoughft that both of these were simultaneously going through my head. It was insane. Needless to say, my thoughts just got louder and louder until it was ridiculously unbearable. I had to stop dead in my tracks. Verbally tell myself to stifle, imagine the sound of a record getting stopped, and clear my head.

So, have you ever had that happen?

Yeah, me neither.



In other news, Miley Cyrus has a new single out. It's called "Party in the U.S.A." and it is catchy as all GET OUT. I know I got it off limewire. No I did not, yes I did scrambled eggs and toast Harry Potter horcruxes. SHUT UP BRAIN!!! (record screeching, sigh of relief)

I have this new theory...

I have this new theory that everyone I know has magical powers like Harry Potter, and I joke about having them and everyone I know just sits back and laughs haughtily and syas to themself "silly mortal" and continues their magic-filled day, while I dwell in dreams of having magical powers and a wand, and flying on a brookstick and having a british accent.


sigh.

I've come to the recent conclusion...

...that if my life were a movie, and Matthew Perry played the main character of, well, me?

That would be one awesome movie. And that's a compliment to both myself and Matthew Perry.

Till this movie's script is finished, it will go under the discreet, utterly bogus and misleading title of: "Untitled Matthew Perry/Johnny Hohenstein Project"

Why...

Why must American companies feel the need to have people with British accents narrate their commercials? Is it a feeble attempt at catching my attention? Well, here's what I think when I see these commercials:

Hmm, I wonder if that guy/girl's accent is real, or if it's just some lame ass like me who tries to pretend that they have a British accent... Mental note: never buy this product.

So, you see Crest? I'm not buying your toothpaste anymore. Get a non-lame-ass narrator to do your commercials.

-Word to ya motha'