Change sucks sometimes.
Finally got a new cellphone (on sale!) as the old one was starting to go wonky - not getting texts or voicemails until hours after the fact, randomly draining its battery despite being regularly charged - so I was able to get some help from my dad on that one.
Not sure I'm going to like this new phone. It's a done deal, so I guess I'll have to learn to live with it (although I was told when activating the new phone that I do have the option of switching back to the old one; problem with that is that my minutes won't carry back over like they did when I ported over to the new one). But this new one is going to take some serious getting used to. It's a touchy-screen, which is tricky enough in itself, but the menus are kind of fucked up. I like things simple (I'm an idiot when it comes to technology). This...is not so simple. One thing I definitely don't like about this new phone is that it doesn't display my minutes-meter (shows how many minutes I have left). I have to go to the damn Tracfone site and set up an account that manages it. Not cool. I need to be able to know, on the spot, how down my minutes are so that I can go get more if it's dangerously close to running out (thereby leaving me unable to use a phone).
On the plus side, texting should be more fun, because I have the easy-touch keyboard, so I don't have to wait for one letter to show before trying to type in another letter on the same button (otherwise it gives you the same letter you just typed) like I did on the old phone; texting was considerably time-consuming with that one. Supposedly I can get internet stuff on this phone too, but being an Old Fussy Person Type I don't know how much, or even if, I'll use those features. Everything is so damned complicated and security-paranoid anymore... /cranky rant Just give me my Cranky Old Fart Card now, please... :/
Saw another skunk in the barn tonight. Damn things need to GTFO and stay out. They're probably scoping out possible winter dens and that barn - or rather, underneath it (there's open holes in the floorboards big enough for critters to sneak in) - is perfect for it. Bad idea. We have to use that barn. Mom's been cleaning portions of it out and organizing the stuff we have stored in there lately, and it's where she keeps the chicken feed (which is kept in a plastic tub), so the barn is used on a regular basis. We reeeeeeaally don't want to accidentally confront something that should not be confronted. D:
Even creepier than that, the other night I had frickin' COYOTES RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW about 2:30 in the morning. All of a sudden I hear this chorus of loud yips and howls that lasted for about two minutes before moving on. But the damn things were right in our backyard! WAY too close for comfort. They've never been that close to the house before. D: D: Then yesterday Mom and I were watching a pair of vultures swoop around the field out in back, and one went down and stayed down for some time before flying off. So we think the coyotes must have gotten something. I hope that tomcat that's been coming around here off and on is still okay. :/
*grumble* I wish we had cool things like deer coming around, instead of this crap.
Still debating about whether or not to attend my 20-year reunion, although right now I'm still leaning towards 'not gonna bother.' There are one or two people I wouldn't mind meeting, since they seemed somewhat interesting from their FB profiles. But still, their lives and mine are very different. I'm afraid I'm just an uninteresting bum at this point. *shrug* I didn't plan (didn't have *any* plan, for that matter!) to turn out this way, but then I guess nobody's life turns out how they plan, or how they think it will. I still would have liked to have been successful though. Oh well.
Also, I just don't have anything nice to wear. Granted, it will probably be a semi-casual thing (it's at a fucking gun club, after all), but I would like to look decent enough. I don't own any genuinely dressy clothes. I actually hate dressing up - I live in t-shirts. It's hard to find good stuff, and not just because I can't afford it. Unfortunately I have exactly zero fashion sense and a body on which very little looks good. Bad combo for dressing-up occasions. :p (Don't even ask me about shoes. I CANNOT wear 99% of dress shoes. My feet are just not built for that shit.)
Been feeling really edgy and restless lately. Wonder if I'm having one of those midlife crisis things. :p
Not sure I'm going to like this new phone. It's a done deal, so I guess I'll have to learn to live with it (although I was told when activating the new phone that I do have the option of switching back to the old one; problem with that is that my minutes won't carry back over like they did when I ported over to the new one). But this new one is going to take some serious getting used to. It's a touchy-screen, which is tricky enough in itself, but the menus are kind of fucked up. I like things simple (I'm an idiot when it comes to technology). This...is not so simple. One thing I definitely don't like about this new phone is that it doesn't display my minutes-meter (shows how many minutes I have left). I have to go to the damn Tracfone site and set up an account that manages it. Not cool. I need to be able to know, on the spot, how down my minutes are so that I can go get more if it's dangerously close to running out (thereby leaving me unable to use a phone).
On the plus side, texting should be more fun, because I have the easy-touch keyboard, so I don't have to wait for one letter to show before trying to type in another letter on the same button (otherwise it gives you the same letter you just typed) like I did on the old phone; texting was considerably time-consuming with that one. Supposedly I can get internet stuff on this phone too, but being an Old Fussy Person Type I don't know how much, or even if, I'll use those features. Everything is so damned complicated and security-paranoid anymore... /cranky rant Just give me my Cranky Old Fart Card now, please... :/
Saw another skunk in the barn tonight. Damn things need to GTFO and stay out. They're probably scoping out possible winter dens and that barn - or rather, underneath it (there's open holes in the floorboards big enough for critters to sneak in) - is perfect for it. Bad idea. We have to use that barn. Mom's been cleaning portions of it out and organizing the stuff we have stored in there lately, and it's where she keeps the chicken feed (which is kept in a plastic tub), so the barn is used on a regular basis. We reeeeeeaally don't want to accidentally confront something that should not be confronted. D:
Even creepier than that, the other night I had frickin' COYOTES RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW about 2:30 in the morning. All of a sudden I hear this chorus of loud yips and howls that lasted for about two minutes before moving on. But the damn things were right in our backyard! WAY too close for comfort. They've never been that close to the house before. D: D: Then yesterday Mom and I were watching a pair of vultures swoop around the field out in back, and one went down and stayed down for some time before flying off. So we think the coyotes must have gotten something. I hope that tomcat that's been coming around here off and on is still okay. :/
*grumble* I wish we had cool things like deer coming around, instead of this crap.
Still debating about whether or not to attend my 20-year reunion, although right now I'm still leaning towards 'not gonna bother.' There are one or two people I wouldn't mind meeting, since they seemed somewhat interesting from their FB profiles. But still, their lives and mine are very different. I'm afraid I'm just an uninteresting bum at this point. *shrug* I didn't plan (didn't have *any* plan, for that matter!) to turn out this way, but then I guess nobody's life turns out how they plan, or how they think it will. I still would have liked to have been successful though. Oh well.
Also, I just don't have anything nice to wear. Granted, it will probably be a semi-casual thing (it's at a fucking gun club, after all), but I would like to look decent enough. I don't own any genuinely dressy clothes. I actually hate dressing up - I live in t-shirts. It's hard to find good stuff, and not just because I can't afford it. Unfortunately I have exactly zero fashion sense and a body on which very little looks good. Bad combo for dressing-up occasions. :p (Don't even ask me about shoes. I CANNOT wear 99% of dress shoes. My feet are just not built for that shit.)
Been feeling really edgy and restless lately. Wonder if I'm having one of those midlife crisis things. :p