Black is bettter than White

It's true, the Black iPhone is better that the White iPhone, so deal with it.
my first iPhone was white, not by choice, it was the only color available at the moment and I wanted it so badly... maybe it was my subconsious that decided to wash my iPhone so I had to replace it with a Black one.
In any case my phone has finally been replaced.
funnily enough instead of just paying retail price ($650) to replace the phone it was cheaper to add a line to my plan and pay only 200 bucks for the new phone and 2 year contract...then switch the lines around so I had the same phone number....so I now have a family plan through Verizon : P
in fact to make it cheaper I got a family plan AND changed my service to a senior citizen plan.....which is weird but hey, 5 bucks less a month.
this works out fine, since I'm planning on moving in with Chelsea in a few months. plus she's looking to get rid of her ATT service and we've talked about getting phone service together...so this works out fine I guess.

In fact I was kind of expecting another anxiety attack to come on after being forced to think about getting on a cell phone family plan and moving in together, but it wasn't that bad.
a few days after I washed my phone I actually had a really bad panic attack. (not directly related to the loss of my precious Apple Product, btw). It was the first anxiety attack I'd had in close to three years, which really sucked.
it made for a terrible work day and a few really bad nights at home alone.
dealing with depression day after day for so many years has, in a way, become easy. I have bad days and good days, but most of the time I'm fine and the day to day boring life that I lead isn't interupted. But a full blown panic attack.....fuck at the best of times I was pacing back and forth my apartment crying because I needed to fix something and I didn't know what or how.

Life as a (semi)responsible adult still freaks me out, but at least I'm looking forward to moving out of the shithole I'm in and into a real apartment with someone I could be fine spending 24 hours a day with.

*cries*

Well, last night was the saddest night of my life.
Here's a breakdown.

9:30 pm: Chelsea and I left Coldstone Creamery and headed back to my apartment (I just needed to throw this part in because Coldstone Ice Cream is fucking delicious).
10:30 pm: it has been decided we shall watch a movie.
10:45 pm: movie has been picked.
11:00 pm: I decided to do a load of laundry before starting the movie.
11:06 pm: empty pockets and strip naked for to load washing machine.
11:10 pm: start washing machine.
11:15 pm: press start on movie.
11:20 pm: joyfully watching film with Chelsea. No worries.
11:28 pm: "where is my phone (iPhone 4S)?"
11:28 pm: instant dread.
11:29 pm: quickly look through every room in my apt.
11:31 pm: dread walking up to the washing machine.
11:32 pm: stop the washing machine.
11:32 pm: open the machine.
11:33 pm: found my iPhone 4S on the bottom on the washing machine sitting, totally immersed, in a couple inches of water.
11:33 pm: total breakdown.
11:35 pm: Chelsea is no longer sleepy, she's just trying to calm me down.
11:36 pm: give Chelsea the phone, start pacing the apartment.
11:38 pm: Chelsea googles things for me
11:40 pm: start frantically searching for rice. I even went upstairs and searched through my landlords kitchen frantically.
11:45 pm: Instant Message my friends frantically hoping they have rice.
12:00 am(ish): Kevin is a hero and arrives with the biggest bag of rice in the world.
12:15 am: commence drowning sorrows in a bucket of Coldstone Sweet Cream Ice Cream (this actually helps).
12:20 am: try watching a funny stand up special on Netflix (Craig Ferguson) in hopes to cheer myself up.
1:30 am: it didn't help.
1:45 am: bed/sleep.
10:00 am: alarm.
10:04 am: sorrow.
10:30 am: Ice Cream (this time it didn't help console me :( but it's still super delicious).
11:00 am - present: Sorrow.

Drunkard!!!

Actually, I'm happy that I'm the furthest thing from a drunkard ever. But that didn't stop me from getting drunk last night. I rarely get drunk, last night was the first time I'd been drunk in over a year. Sure I drink on occasion, in fact I often keep a few beers in my fridge just in case I need a relaxing night in from of a movie with a cold one. The party last night was awesome, it was definitely my kind of party. It was small, there were only about 8 of us, and I knew everyone there, one guy I had only met once before, but it wasn't hard to only have to meet one person. We all drank and chatted very comfortable with each other, it wasn't crowded or hard to feet around anywhere in the house, also there was no shitty music or half naked dancing....which, as awesome as that sounds, I've never participated in. Plus, I didn't drink too much, I drank quite a bit, got drunk, then stopped, didn't puke like some people did : ) My good friend actually got super wasted and puked in the chip bowl right in front of everybody...it was really pretty funny. I've kinda had a long week, partied three times this week, which is three times more than I have the past year. All parties I attended were for my friends who were visiting from out of state. It was super fun though, and I miss them already. Mostly I regret not hanging out with them more when they lived here.

Sometimes...

Sometimes I listen to this song on repeat.
Sometimes I listen to this song too much.

Here's the lyrics if you don't want to watch the vid
(or if you just want to see how immature the lyrics look once written down)
(or if it's because you hate Zebrahead because they're loud and obnoxious)
(mostly I just wanted to post the lyrics).

I broke down on a Japanese street
Words unsaid they scar so deep
Bullshit, Palanuik both make me choke
Too much JD, too much coke
She says speed up, I want to go faster
She holds on -- I outlast her
Build it up but what does that matter
We can build it up but we always watch it shatter

(Get up, Get up)the house is on fire
(Get up, Get up)I want to get higher
(Get up, Get up)you mother fucking liar
You make me feel alone

I burned out in Shibuya station
Lost all my friends hazard occupation
Manic Compression like quicksand slip
Ate too many mushrooms I'm gonna be sick
She says slow down, you're going through the motions
I start to crash like a plane in the ocean
Build it up but what does that matter
When the shit goes down we all fucking scatter

(Get up, Get up)the house is on fire
(Get up, Get up)I want to get higher
(Get up, Get up)you mother fucking liar
You make me feel alone
(Get up, Get up)the house is on fire
(Get up, Get up)I want to get higher
(Get up, Get up)you mother fucking liar
You make me feel alone

I never said I wanted to try
Never said I wanted to live this lie
All you said was good-bye
All I ever said was to get me out of here

I focus on the flame (Set it off)
Wasted what a shame (Set it off)
Focus on the flame (Set it off)
We were once the same
Set it off!

(Get up, Get up)the house is on fire
(Get up, Get up)I want to get higher
(Get up, Get up)you mother fucking liar
You make me feel alone
(Get up, Get up)the house is on fire
(Get up, Get up)I want to get higher
(Get up, Get up)you mother fucking liar
You make me feel alone

I never said I wanted to try
Never said I wanted to live this lie
All you said was good-bye
All I ever said was to get me out of here
Get up, Get up)the house is on fire
(Get up, Get up)I want to get higher
(Get up, Get up)you mother fucking liar
You make me feel alone

I am awesome at not doing anything.

I just want to announce that I have officially not gotten over my procrastination habits. I have not moved out of my crappy apartment yet. I have not vacuumed said apartment for at least two months. I have not saved any money like I promised myself I would (in fact I ended up putting about 300 bucks on my credit card this Christmas....yay). Also I have not even started making videos documenting my attempt to learn how to cook. Don't worry! I will still do this thing. Just...later...after I finish watching every television show ever made. I got caught by The Big Bang Theaory...and I devoured ALL OF IT. then I watched ALL of Game of Thrones (in less than 12 hours [this is impressive because all of Season 1 of Game of Thrones is about 10 hours long]). Then...How I Met Your Mother. This was a little slow going at first. But I'm most of the way through season 3 now and will very soon be caught up. Along with these...did I mention I bought the whole series collection of MASH...cause I did and it's amazing, so I've been watching lots of that. Then, just a few days ago a friend turned me onto the new British TV show 'Spy', which looks like a British version 'Chuck' ....but better than 'Chuck' because it's British. Anyways I watched an episode of that and now I need to finish it. In fact I've been watching so many damn Tv shows lately I've had very little time for movies....which makes me sad.

New Movies

There a two new movie trailers that are out, both made me geek my pants pretty hard. Id like to share. First...of course, is The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Now, this is kind of a given, Peter Jackson's take on Tolkien's Lord of the Rings Trilogy was one of the greatest film achievements of all time. And The Hobbit looks just as great. after analyzing the trailer WAY too many times, I only have one complaint....they released an AMAZING looking trailer 360 DAYS BEFORE THE MOVIE COMES OUT!!! I have to wait a year for that! and then another year after that for the second film!!! AUGH!! in fact, the trailer is SOO good it took me the 3rd time seeing it that I realized that Smaug wasn't even in the trailer, not even mentioned. He might not even be in the first film at all, Smaug is the main conflict and the main conflict in the book...but I'm not worried. It's going to be so damn amazing!! Second Trailer... The Cabin in The Woods I'm pretty excited about this. Written by Drew Goddard and Joss Whedon, Directed by Drew Goddard and Produced by Joss Whedon. Joss Whedon is a god!, if you don't know who he is...stop reading this and Google that shit! Drew Goddard is the writer of Cloverfeild, which was freaking amazing!! This movie looks rad! they took the classic bad horror/thrasher movie, and added creepy cool Sci-Fi element. Anyways, I geeked out a bit this past weekend. go forth, and also be geeked out!!

Ba (zinga)

Making a video about cooking is hard.
Especially when you've had a migrane for a week strait.
Gonna try real hard to film myself cooking a few different things this weekend.
And I'll probably get a few episodes together before posting any.
So the basic plan is to post the first episode after the new year.

On a totally different note...Christmas shopping sucks. But I just finished up shopping by dropping about 90 bucks on ThinkGeek.com
Booyah!

On an additional side note.
I'm keeping a journal.
Weird right? I've attempted a daily journal before, and it never keeps. I discovered that they were always fake, I figured one day someone else would always read it, soni always wrote what would be cool for someone else to read. But I found an awesome free application for my iPad...and i've been writing in it pretty regularly for a couple months now.
I'm pretty proud of myself, and it's more true to myself because it's password protected. Plus I never go anywhere without my iPad. So it's pretty safe
Double Booyah!

Foodses

I like foods.
(hence the fatness)
But I suck at cooking. I make ramen, and lots of sandwiches and sometimes I put meat on a pan until it's no longer red.
This is about it.
My spice rack consists of one grinder with both pepper and salt in it.
So I kinda want to learn more about cooking. I want to be able to make actual meals for myself.
I dabbled with the idea of culinary school...but that's just the problem...school. I suck at school. I BARELY graduated high school, and have yet to attempt college.
So...there are a few restaurants around who do "classes"...but they mostly are hour long themed one meal classes that don't teach basic cooking.

So screw basic cooking classes.
I'm jumping right in. I'm gonna cook amazing things. And record myself doing it, cause that's funny.
And I'm going to do it Alton Brown's way! Cays his way is the best!

For Christmas Chelsea got me all three of Alton Brown's Good Eats Cookbooks.
So I'm going to make stuff from that. 
I don't plan on going all out "Julie and Julia" Style, I'm not going to do EVERY recipe EVERY day. Maybe just one video blog per week. 

So... That's the plan. 
I'm probably going to delete my movie review blog, since I haven't touched it in a few months. And start another blog that will probably just show the Videos and have the recipe listed. 
I'm kinda excited. 

Too lazy to get out of bed...I'll just blog instead.

3:30 am

I often wake up in the middle of the night. I rarely sleep well, and when I wake up I always want a drink of water. 

Sometimes I think ahead enough to put a glass on the bedside table. 
100% of the time I put a glass of water by the bed.....I drink it before I fall asleep...all of it, plus when I wake up with a dry throat I also have to pee right away. 


Basically what I'm trying to say here is...I'm thirsty. 

(some witty title comparing and misusing the words 'fair' and 'fare')

So, I had a pretty awful experience in a taxi-cab today.
I've never been in a cab before... This was a first time experience.
Chelsea and I arrived at the Orlando airport and got our luggage with no problem. Went down to the first floor and found the pickup area fine, and with just a little looking found a man sitting at a desk that said Taxi Service. Bingo. There were taxi's all around waiting... No problem.
We approached. The man simply asked our destination, e advised him our hotel name. He confirmed there were just two of us, then handed us a small paper and advised us to go with the cabbie standing nearby. We followed hits a sedan and got in.

Now...taxi's should be simple. There's a meter that calculates everything so you nor the cabbie have to. 
You should be able to get in. Arrive at your destination, pay. And have a nice day. 
Apparently that's too hard. 

The ride was fine. Tat cabbie said nothing, just drove very directly to our hotel. 
When we arrived he stopped and stated "total is 36.75"
I asked, "you take card, right?"
He Sid nothing for a moment and then mumbled something incoherently.

Let me pause the story to be a little racist. Yes the man was black....this did not affect his driving. He drove great, I wasn't as scared as I though I'd be, he only barely ever rose 1 or 2 miles above the speed limit. It was fine. However,it suddenly became clear that English was not his native language. And if it was...it had been so tarnished by some crazy Orlando-cabbie-loafer-wearing-slang that MADE NO SENSE TO NORMAL PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO SPEAK!!!

I was perplexed by his answer and I was still unsure if he would take my card. I reframed my question... "oh, so you don't take card?" 
"he responded with more jibber-jabber and concluded with words that sounded like "need little paper."
I thought he meant he needed that slip of paper I was handed earlier...I went to hand it to him. Finally he turned and looked at me. Ad he gave me the most evil look in the word. He looked at me as if I was incredibly stupid and had no idea what was going on (I didn't). 
"No!" he almost screamed, "(jibberish jibberish jibberish, little slidey paper!!!" he made a motion like a old credit card reader, the kind with like 5 layers of carbon receipt paper.
I was again perplexed but this made me believe that he could in fact take my card. So I handed it to him.
Again he looked at me like I was trying to hand him a bomb. 

Now, normally I think I would have handed him cash earlier...my main reasoning for trying so desperately to pay with my card is because this trip was a gift. I won it in a company drawing. The transportation to ad from the airport is part of the gift, but I have to pay for it, and they're going to reimburse me. So what I was really after was a goddamned receipt. 

Finally I gave up. The total was $36 and some change so whatever, I handed him 2 twenties. After I handed it over he pressed another button on the damn meter to add the tax. Total was suddenly 39.50. 
Not wanting to continuously look the fool I then grabbed another 5 bucks ad handed it to him. I stated "and that's for you"
he looked at it...and looked back at me...then slooooooowly took it. It's like this man didn't know what money was. It was fucking weird, and he was incredibly snooty about it. 

If my High School graduate math is correct (failed algebra twice BTW) then 5.50 Isn't quite 15% of 40 bucks, and apparently cabbies expect between 15 and 20 percent....but this guy kinda was an ass...and offered no help whatsoever to two travelers who've OBVIOUSLY never Been in a damn cab before!!

Upon reflection (and 30 minutes of research on the Internet) I've decided to only attempt to pay cash from now on for a cab (even though the cab company's website confirmed that they take Visa....that crazy asshole!!). Pretty much everyone in the world advises to pay for cabs with cash. 
We'll probably have to take a cable 3 or four more times on this trip....I hope it goes better....and I hope our future cabbies can speak English