but I did find a new site to send mms messages to Twitter. The site is called Twit Pic and so far I love it, even if it the new form of drunken text messaging.
See my picture of the Ravenous at midnight from The Engine is RED show on Saturday night:
It has been two whole weeks with no blackberry… The first few days I would have withdrawals right before I would go to bed, not being able to Twitter or MySpace while slowly falling to sleep. It seemed to take much longer for me to fall asleep without the mind-numbingness of MySpace.
Then there was a period where I would borrow my friend Lizzy’s cell phone so I could hold it in my pocket or hand just to me feel better (honestly, yes, I did do this). I realized that when I did have a cell, I would constantly check the time. Just one of my annoying nervous habits (like biting my nails) that I have when I am in public…. I should probably look into this.
This past week I have finally been getting over it, either communicating via MySpace or Twitter. I have set up a system via the internet (as well as Em’s iphone) that made it pretty easy to still get a hold of people. I also communicated through notes that were left at my house or that I left at friend’s places of work.
I should have taken some notes from Mental Detox week and given up all other media for this past two weeks.
Two more days, my new blackberry will be FedExed to me and I will most likely go back to my old ways of constantly texting, twittering and myspacing while hanging out with my real friends. We shall see if this past two weeks has actually taught me anything.
Yesterday, it happened… During breakfast I realized my phone was nearing death. I got home and went to charge it only to discover that the little lighting bolt that shows up when in charge mode wasn’t there. I remembered a story that my friend used tape to MacGyver the charger to work. But guess what? The tape didn’t work. The charger is totally broken. This phone is my lifeline.
Today’s blog post on Stuff White People Like hit extremly close to home for me.
Is knowing too much a bad thing? No, but it can be quite annoying to friends…
This quote can basically sum up me on a daily basis.
“It’s turned me from a really annoying know-it-all into an incredibly annoying know-it-all, with the Internet to back me up.”
I am constantly looking up stuff on my Blackberry, like when I was the only person at a party that said that Michael Ian Black (of VH1’s I love the 80’s fame) was NOT part of the Kids in the Hall. Everyone else said he was, so I pulled out my trusty Blackberry pearl and Googled “Kids in the Hall” and came upon my trusty Wikapedia, then I proceeded to name off all the members of the glorious sketch comedy show and thus proving that I was right while everyone else was wrong. All night after that I was made fun of for being attached to my phone (which I will never deny, just take one look at it below).
The moral of my story, I am an annoying know-it-all who has become more equip and proud of this fact.