What IS THIS?!

In the old notebook I told you about, there's a ripped out page that contains scribbles for the aforementioned kids book, and then three short sentences in a doctor's scratch. I remember that these were recorded one night when I woke from my slumber - I think the words were part of my dream and in a haze, I thought they were so brilliant that they must immediately be saved. Of course, they make no sense. Whatsoever. I guess they're from 2004? Ahem:

1. "The thought of using lard instantly conjures images of adding to lard-ass. So I use oil instead. Ha, ha."

First of all, WHAT? Second of all.. WHAT?!?!?

2. "Says, woman! Make me dinner! But oh no - the only ingredients I have in my kitchen are:"

I want to know the ingredients.

3. "Cause really, when you think 'close Scottish relative,' who doesn't think of the Mexicans? (awkward silence)"

I think this one is my favourite. WHAT?!?!?!?!

Midnight Tangent

There was a time when my memory was sharp, right? Occasions remembered to the last detail, colours vivid, conversations in tact. It's not like that anymore. There's so much I forget .. in fact, maybe the thought that I once had a keen memory is just a farce?

With thoughts of digging out a kids' story I had once started, I read a bunch of old journal entries living in the same notebook. It was an ambitious project I tackled in the summer of 2001 - to write a journal entry every day - an ultimate failure. But still impressive nonetheless, because there's about twenty entries. Twenty entries peeking into my soul at the time. Funny how much has changed in those 7 years! Some of the things I wrote about were so simple; I seemed happy, childlike, unaffected by real life. What were my biggest issues at the time... lack of self confidence? Missing my boyfriend? Disagreements with my parents? What are my biggest issues now, even?! Maybe I'm at least more aware of the world around me, more unafraid to tackle issues, more informed with my views on things. At the same time though, some of the entries are surprisingly self-aware, surprisingly lucid. I was 20, dipping a toe into adulthood but still very much a child.

Oh, and I found the original scribbles for that kids' story... let's just hope this urge to write remains in my system.

I Rant Because I Can

Right now I want to slap Sony Ericsson silly. SILLY, I tells you!! I know they sell some good phones; I love their interface and how can you deny a 5 megapixel in-phone camera? So I bought a new one in June, weeks before the iPhone was released, even (part of me regrets this). It broke a few weeks ago. By "break", I mean "none of the keys work". Couldn't dial a number, couldn't pick up the phone, nothin'. So I sends it to the company, I does, after speaking with them on the phone and performing the suggested software upgrade. (The Rogers store could have sent it for me, but that would have taken up to 8 weeks total; by sending it myself, it would only take 2 weeks to get it back).

Anyway, I receive my phone back in the mail today. Just plopped the battery back in, ready to roll... and what do you know? As soon as the phone locks, it doesn't work again. No keys. Nada. Says the service report: "a software upgrade was performed". Oh. Do you mean the same one I did 2 weeks ago? Because at that time, it said I had the latest software already installed. And I mean, of course - I just bought the phone in June. I don't even want to say what I paid for it. "A series of advanced tests were performed to confirm that your phone is fully functional." Oh, really? Because it's not.

I wonder if it's the battery?

I called them, but they close at 11. Bastards. I want my phone back, and failing that, my money, so I can fall into the iPhone trap like everybody else I know.

Remember when we didn't have cell phones? Even 3 years ago I barely had my pay-as-you-go. I am such a slave.