My phone has a life of it’s own.
No, I’m serious here.
There have been quite a few clues but today really took the biscuit...
One second I was sat on the ridiculous bus which takes an hour to get to a place which is twenty minutes away, checking to whether my subtle plug about Lottie’s fabulous one-shot Of Words and Weeping (15+) via status and the recommendation thread was working... (it now has 20 favourites but still only two reviews guys – it’s a fabulous story so you go review and shower Lottie with love)... and then the next thing I know I clicked off the internet.
You know, not too abnormal.
And somehow I had managed to set the background of my phone as a picture of Draco Malfoy. Honestly, I have no idea how. And not just any picture of Draco Malfoy.
You know on the archives there’s the pictures at the top of the page with the pretty floaty things around them? Yeah, that picture of Draco Malfoy has somehow become the background of my phone.
My phone’s background is one of the headers of the archives. I didn’t press anything. I didn’t change anything. I wouldn’t have known how to do that if I’d been trying to it.
But this isn’t the first time strange things have happened.
My phone randomly texts or calls the wrong person for funsies. Like, messages about making plans with my bestie going to some of my guy-friends who are then frightened by the sheer number of kisses. Pawkward.
I was sat at the train station (and I’m going to right ahead and blame all of public transport) and I was looking at my phone, and then the next time I looked at my phone the screen had cracked. I hadn’t dropped it or anything. It had literally just cracked. They only conclusion we could come to was the fact that it was a really hot day.
My phone spontaneously influenced me to give my real phone number to the creepiest-guy-on-the-planet rather than the fake one I’d been intending to offer out. It then allowed the creepiest-guy-on-the-planet to text me. Not cool, phone.
My phone logged me into my sister’s facebook and her chat conversation, meaning that I was subjected to her and her friend talking about how farmers are attractive (fair play though, right?). I then told her that I could see her chat messages and she was like OH EXPELETIVE which I thought might have been a slight over-reaction... until I managed to weed out what she thought I saw.
And this isn’t the first time a phone has been against me. I have had the worst luck of phones ever. My last phone met it’s demise due to a glass bottle of unnameable liquid that smashed when one of the staps of my backpack gave way, drowning all the things I owned (ipod, phone, calculator, school books). The phone before that? That only sent text messages when I had one bar of signal. Not more than one bar of signal, exactly one bar of signal. I spent hours ducking under desks and into wardrobes to lose signal so I could send messages and even more time being laughed at by the phone operators who just didn’t see the issue. Before that? I got my phone nicked and someone ran up a £50 bill within twenty minutes. And... before that, I had nine phones over a twelve month period due to the fact that they kept breaking and even more sim cards.
So I’ve decided that mobile phones are trying to ruin my life. I think that’s the actual problem with all things. The reason why today at a restaurant my overzealous hand gesture resulted in me sending my straw flying at a couple on the next table and why yesterday, in my driving lesson, I accidently grabbed my instructors knee rather than the gear stick. Twice. This is all because of my phone. It’s ruining my life.
And, because I actually wanted to make this blog have a point I thought I’d stick in some recommendations. I’ve been trying to read and review a fanfiction every day over my holidays, but I am about three days behind so we won’t talk about that but... things you should all read:
It’s Called Adventure (15+) by Aiedial
Because it's lovely and wonderful and really caputres the potter-verse feel of adventure and such. Hugo is one of the most wonderful characters I've come across and I really loved this story.
Run (M) By Toujours Padfoot
Because it's so creative and there's so many characters that are all characterised perfectly
Of Words and Weeping (15+) by TGK
Because I've been pimping this out all day and it really is a truly wonderful Romione that made my heart flutter <3
And... because I’m shameless and no one seems to read this fic I’d love it if anyone felt like checking out my All the Abstract Nouns (M) because it’s about growing up and stuffs
And I guess this marks the end of another truly pointless blog entry. Ennjooyyyy.
No, I’m serious here.
There have been quite a few clues but today really took the biscuit...
One second I was sat on the ridiculous bus which takes an hour to get to a place which is twenty minutes away, checking to whether my subtle plug about Lottie’s fabulous one-shot Of Words and Weeping (15+) via status and the recommendation thread was working... (it now has 20 favourites but still only two reviews guys – it’s a fabulous story so you go review and shower Lottie with love)... and then the next thing I know I clicked off the internet.
You know, not too abnormal.
And somehow I had managed to set the background of my phone as a picture of Draco Malfoy. Honestly, I have no idea how. And not just any picture of Draco Malfoy.
You know on the archives there’s the pictures at the top of the page with the pretty floaty things around them? Yeah, that picture of Draco Malfoy has somehow become the background of my phone.
My phone’s background is one of the headers of the archives. I didn’t press anything. I didn’t change anything. I wouldn’t have known how to do that if I’d been trying to it.
But this isn’t the first time strange things have happened.
My phone randomly texts or calls the wrong person for funsies. Like, messages about making plans with my bestie going to some of my guy-friends who are then frightened by the sheer number of kisses. Pawkward.
I was sat at the train station (and I’m going to right ahead and blame all of public transport) and I was looking at my phone, and then the next time I looked at my phone the screen had cracked. I hadn’t dropped it or anything. It had literally just cracked. They only conclusion we could come to was the fact that it was a really hot day.
My phone spontaneously influenced me to give my real phone number to the creepiest-guy-on-the-planet rather than the fake one I’d been intending to offer out. It then allowed the creepiest-guy-on-the-planet to text me. Not cool, phone.
My phone logged me into my sister’s facebook and her chat conversation, meaning that I was subjected to her and her friend talking about how farmers are attractive (fair play though, right?). I then told her that I could see her chat messages and she was like OH EXPELETIVE which I thought might have been a slight over-reaction... until I managed to weed out what she thought I saw.
And this isn’t the first time a phone has been against me. I have had the worst luck of phones ever. My last phone met it’s demise due to a glass bottle of unnameable liquid that smashed when one of the staps of my backpack gave way, drowning all the things I owned (ipod, phone, calculator, school books). The phone before that? That only sent text messages when I had one bar of signal. Not more than one bar of signal, exactly one bar of signal. I spent hours ducking under desks and into wardrobes to lose signal so I could send messages and even more time being laughed at by the phone operators who just didn’t see the issue. Before that? I got my phone nicked and someone ran up a £50 bill within twenty minutes. And... before that, I had nine phones over a twelve month period due to the fact that they kept breaking and even more sim cards.
So I’ve decided that mobile phones are trying to ruin my life. I think that’s the actual problem with all things. The reason why today at a restaurant my overzealous hand gesture resulted in me sending my straw flying at a couple on the next table and why yesterday, in my driving lesson, I accidently grabbed my instructors knee rather than the gear stick. Twice. This is all because of my phone. It’s ruining my life.
And, because I actually wanted to make this blog have a point I thought I’d stick in some recommendations. I’ve been trying to read and review a fanfiction every day over my holidays, but I am about three days behind so we won’t talk about that but... things you should all read:
It’s Called Adventure (15+) by Aiedial
Because it's lovely and wonderful and really caputres the potter-verse feel of adventure and such. Hugo is one of the most wonderful characters I've come across and I really loved this story.
Run (M) By Toujours Padfoot
Because it's so creative and there's so many characters that are all characterised perfectly
Of Words and Weeping (15+) by TGK
Because I've been pimping this out all day and it really is a truly wonderful Romione that made my heart flutter <3
And... because I’m shameless and no one seems to read this fic I’d love it if anyone felt like checking out my All the Abstract Nouns (M) because it’s about growing up and stuffs
And I guess this marks the end of another truly pointless blog entry. Ennjooyyyy.











But yes, phones and I have the same type of bond (I'm also really tempted to put a bunch of chemistry puns cause of what I read on twitter earlier... That was highly amusing to watch)...
Anyways, yeah... Once I broke the color tube on an old phone... Cause I set it on my bed... I've broken many things by holding it, but the one thing I would not be able to fix on my phone takes the ticket of... "Holy crap."
Yeah... This comment is basically here to say "Hey! Same luck we have, once again?" I'm pretty sure we've noticed our luck similarityness in one of your blogs... *Can't remember*
Mike.