Stuff. And things.
Britt, before I forget to tell you and you get all stressed out and omgomgomg, I've got the 27th off work, so it's all good. Are you free during the day that day?
Right now, there are way too many new glass claims glaring at me from my desk. Also, letters from the police dudes stating that they won't give us information unless we pay them for it. Sounds corrupt when I put it like that, hey? I am going to ignore them all for a while and take my lunch break. Ha! Suck on that, extraneous paperwork!
Found some new apps for my phone last night. One of them is like my piano app, only better in a lot of ways coz it has bass, drums and guitar, so you can record a whole band if you're patient or obsessed enough to do a bazillion overdubs. And I am. *luny grin* Also found one called ichalky. It's basically this stick man that you can throw around the screen. It's pretty awesome right now, though I suspect it will get old fast.
The Case of the Girl Who Heard Too Much
By far the most amusing new app is the 'army knife'. It's got a bunch of mostly-useless tools in it, including a superduper high pitched whistle, like a dog whistle, that you can change the setting on so that it emits beeps from 15KHz to 22KHz. I downloaded it while Rhys and Shane were over having afternoon tea with mum and dad and I before they drove to the airport and tested out on everybody. I started it off at 15Khz and asked if everyone could hear it. Everyone said yes, except for mum, who said "hear what?". Then I put it up to 16KHz and Rhys and Shane both said yes, dad said no, and mum said "hear what!?". A couple of ups later, Shane could still hear it, Rhys was in the corner trying not to laugh, and mum was like "why are you being mean to me?!?!". Finally got it to where Shane and I weren't sure if we were hearing the whistle thing or if it was the crickets outside. Shane goes "hm, yeah, it might just be the crickets." Mum goes "WHAT CRICKETS?!?!?!" I then explained to mum that this was why I get cranky when she leaves the tv on low volume for no reason, because it makes a very irritating, constant high pitched noise, and she was like WTFBFBBQ THE TV DOESN'T MAKE ANY NOISE LIKE THAT!?!?!?!?!?!
In summary, I have found another function for my iphone: Giving evidence to me that my mum is not purposefully trying to drive me insane, and giving evidence to my mum that I'm not making things up when I tell her that I can tell whether the tv is on, even when muted, from the next room.
Incidentally, I've just realised why I get so irritable in stores like Harvey Norman and the electronics sections in department stores and things...
Case closed.