Cellular Telephones

I'm going to sound like a brat here, but I'm pretty sure that I have the shittiest cellphone out of anyone I know. My phone is almost exactly like this samsung one, except that it doesn't have a cool jazzy background. It's a glorified walkie talkie that sometimes texts. Because it doesn't have the capability to download ringtones, mine is a little electronic tune that sounds suspiciously like Gwen Stefani's "If I was a Rich Girl."

After two years of sharing the same ringtone as 12-year-old Japanese schoolgirls, I really want an I-Phone. Honestly, I just want it for the applications. I just want to look at LOL cats and have my phone make light saber noises (two applications my friend Alaska HAS on her I-phone).

But really I'm pretty challenged when it comes to handheld technology. I love ipods, but I've been through three due to some jackass accidents on my own part. Blackberrys intimidate me, but I can't get an I-phone yet because I have Verizon. My friend told me that Verizon is "on the brink of a huge deal with apple" to get the I-phone, but I feel like I've been hearing this rumor for two years. And I feel like this rumor is being perpetuated by someone at verizon...probably the same person who installed my ringtone selections...the best one being one that literally made my friend shake his head and say, "Worst ringtone ever."

New Low: Eleven

So last week I made it out to my first baseball game of the summer. There were two great things about it right off the bat - I got the tickets for free and it was a Red Sox game. Woo woo!

Two minutes into the ball park a guy old enough to have fathered me approached my friends and I, requesting an "open mouth kiss." After attempts to shake this creeper, he left, telling us happily, "I'm going to be that creepy older guy you talk about for the rest of the night!"

Nats ball park usually doesn't fill its seats, but that night it set a record for attendance after selling out. I set a record of my own. After attempting to buy a beer in the stands, the beer guy made me get out my ID after he yelled, "How old are you, eleven?" Eleven years old. An all time low.

The really disturbing thing to me is that in the same night as being accused of being eleven, my friends and I were hit on by several more lurking 35 years old+ guys. As I often say to my friend Brendan - creeeeeeepy.