Cell Phones

There are a few things I would like to say about cell phones...


My sister seems to hate text messaging. She says why text now when you can talk later? I prefer to talk, but in my defense, she told me that over gmail chat, so I had to argue. I text a lot more now than I did before my dad got me unlimited. I was so impatient to get unlimited, but now that I have it, I wish I didn't. My friends are no longer afraid to text me, because I can't yell at them, saying every text they send is a dime out of my parents' income to spend on the cell phone bill. Now they text me a lot. Well, not a lot, but more often than before. I don't mind it so much, because I can hold a conversation after my parents go to bed and I would be uncomfortable making noise. It's kind of cool when my phone rings and I get to think "someone just sent me a message." I still prefer phone calls. You can get the tone of voice over a phone call, but not over texts. I like looking at the phone before I answer it and think, "someone cares about me enough to make a call rather than sending a quick, impersonal message under 160 characters that doesn't always need a reply. Someone wants to talk to me." I like that. I was never fond of talking on the phone until I got one friend that would chatter my butt off on facebook chat, but phone calls were nonexistant. Literally. This person didn't even have my phone number (but does now...). I decided that, among other reasons (it seemed to be taking up all my spare time), I would get off facebook for Lent. Six weeks from Ash Wednesday to Easter I would require phone calls. (Note: on Ash Wednesday, my text messages still cost $.10 each) The phone calls didn't increase one bit. I just talked to that person less. Which made me sad. This person was very fun to talk to, among other things. About a week into Lent, my dad got unlimited texting for my phone. My no-facebook thing wasn't working. Because this person had my phone number, and could now text me for free. Now the impersonal messaging of facebook was transferred to my cell phone, and I never got a chance to talk to that person on the phone. Sure, we talk once in a while. I make all the phone calls. This person never calls me. After I got unlimited texting, I was tempted to get back on facebook, because what was the point of not being on it if I'm getting the impersonal messages somewhere else? May as well have bigger conversations, with more than 160 characters per message. But I had made that promise, so no facebook for me until Easter.

I like texting. It makes me feel important. I can hide it, if I need to, and it's quiet, if I can't talk. But if I'm sitting at home doing nothing, or in any other position in which I could take a phone call, I would prefer that to a text that says, "hey, what are you up to?" Either way, I prefer seeing people in real person over anything else in the world. I wish I got to see some people more than once a week, but if texting is the only way they will communicate with me on the days that I don't get to see them, well, I guess I'll just have to put up with it.

So Bye Bye Birdie is 3/5 over and even though I don't sing at all, my voice is spent. After school today, for two hours before call, a friend and I went into the band room and sang and played piano. We kept running back to get more music from the files, and coming back with the strangest combinations. Styx and Tarzan. Queen and gospel. It was so much fun. He had never heard of Styx, so I taught him Come Sail Away, and we found sheet music for that and Show Me the Way, which I hadn't heard in years. Normally I sing in my head voice, because I have a much larger range that way. However, I attempted to belt it out in my chest voice, and only half-way succeeded. I can't make it up to a D like that. But I tried. And I know I sounded awful. But I tried.

My voice is spent. But I'm happy.

Exhaustion

Out of curiosity, how many of you check the dates of which I post these things? Or do you just read them? I just read yours, if you have one. Though sometimes they are very important.

If you are trying to make a point, then later change your mind, it is good for those reading it to see that when they wrote a blog post on this date, it was before some other happenings, which is why there is a contradictory statement a few days (or the next day, in this case) written in a new post on the blog.

Sure, logic is not always the best thing. But sometimes you need it to get through some things. You don't want to hurt anyone, but sometimes that is necessary in order to make amends. And if you do it only for that reason, the person you have to hurt won't be hurt for long.

And then sometimes the person is only hurt because of exhaustion. After a good night's sleep, they will feel much better. And because I'm Anne, I have to throw in something random. That leather jacket was really soft.

I skipped dinner for THIS?

So I found out today that I have a non-commenting reader of my blog.

Logic is evil. Why are we too logical? I mean, logic is good in small quantities. But any more than a slightly-more-than-normal amount is not very good for healthy... healthy anythings.

Well, hiding things is bad, too. But that's a different story that hasn't reached the press yet.

Philosophy

The days are long, but the years are short. No. The days are loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong and the years are short. Have fun while you can. Do everything you can before you don't have time to do what you can't.