Goodbye BlackBerry, hello iPhone

So yeah, I finally did it. This is my first blog post from my iPhone. I fear it will be filled with typos since I hate touch screens and the words I want just aren’t being properly typed. I miss buttons. I love buttons. Why can’t they all have buttons? Can they please make an iPhone with buttons?

Now I find myself riddled with questions. Like should I get insurance on my phone? Or AppleCare? What apps should I get? Should I use iMessage or just turn it off? How do I preserve the battery life on my phone? How do I type better with this stupid touch screen?

It’s been less than 24 hours since I got this phone. How long does it take the average person to get used to it? And is there such a thing as blackberry withdrawal? Because I believe that may be what I am now experiencing. Is it weird that I’m using a picture of my blackberry as my wallpaper for my iPhone?


What kind of phone should I get?

It’s getting to that point.  Well that point was here like a year ago.  It’s way past that point now.  But I have to get a new phone.  It’s ridiculous the amount of times I attempt to do something and that little clock icon is in the middle of my screen and everything is frozen.  It’s finally time.  I don’t have to put up with this anymore.

But because I’m so indecisive and clueless about technology, I still have no idea what phone to get.  I was thinking an iPhone.  But then there’s also the Samsung Galaxy.  And I’ve even heard good things about the new Blackberry Z10.  Although the only reason I like Blackberry is because I like the keypad.  But the new Blackberry is a touch screen phone.  So what’s the point?  Take away the one thing I love about it?  No thank you.

But what the hell should I get?  What’s the easiest one to use?  I need something very user friendly.  What phone will I bitch about the least?  That’s the phone I want.  One that will cause me to never again write another blog post about how much I hate my phone.  Does such a phone exist?  Or will I just never be happy?

It’s over

I think it’s finally time.  I think I’ve finally had enough.  I thought we’d be together forever.  Or at least a little longer.  I guess I’ve known for a while now that things haven’t been working out between us.  They haven’t been the same as they used to.  But I feel like there was once a time where I was happy with you and didn’t want you to ever leave my side.  I still don’t want you to leave my side, but I know very soon that I may have to ask you to do so.  Because I need better.  I deserve better.

I don’t ask that much of you.  At least I don’t think I do.  Certainly no more than other people in similar situations do.  All around me, I see people who have it better than I do.  They look at you with judging eyes and wonder what I’m even doing with you.  They tell me that I can do a lot better.  And they even make suggestions, telling me that it’s time to leave you behind and move on.  But I haven’t listened.  I’ve told them I was content with what we have, and I’ve defended you when they’ve mocked you.  They just don’t understand.  I thought maybe they were jealous of my ability to cope with all that you’ve put me through.  But maybe they were just tired of seeing me suffer for so long.

You have put me through a lot.  Caused unnecessary stress and frustration in my life that could have otherwise been avoided had you just been willing to cooperate with me.  I don’t know why you began to refuse so many times.  Trying to get information out of you is just such a chore and you’re so unwilling to provide me with what I need.  You know I have needs and they are not being met.  With you, I am constantly left unsatisfied, more often than not.  And it’s a shame because I wish that we could make things work.

I’ve tried so hard to hold on to you and to what we have but I think the time to listen to my peers and get rid of you is approaching.  Not today.  Not tomorrow.  But soon.  I know that I can be needy sometimes, but you’re supposed to be there for me and you aren’t so I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.  I need better.  You can’t keep up with me and my demands and so I’m going to have to find another.  I’m sorry if you think that I’m being unreasonable but you should have seen this coming.


In other words, I’m seriously considering getting rid of my Blackberry and getting an iPhone.

My phone won’t charge

When I came home last night, I plugged in my phone to charge overnight, as I often do.  The battery life sucks and so I usually have to charge it everyday.  When I woke up this morning, I checked it and the battery life was still exactly where it had been last night.  Sometimes this happens because the outlet in my room suck and it becomes unplugged, and therefore does not charge.  But that was not the case this time.  It was still plugged in and still indicated that it was charging.  But it wasn’t.  What the fuck?

I’m worried now.  The battery life is more than half gone already.  I’ve turned off my phone for now in order to preserve it.  What’s annoying is that today I would have actually made a few calls and such but now I won’t because I don’t want to phone to die.  I also have a lot of pictures on my phone that I’ve yet to post or do anything with and I do not want to lose them.  Blogging from my phone is out of the question at this point.

What’s going to happen?  When the battery life finally dies, which will most probably definitely happen later today, will it just never turn back on?  Why won’t it charge?  It’s always charged in the past.  Very slowly, but eventually.  Why not now?  Is the battery just dead?  Or unchargeable somehow?  What do I do?  I’m sort of internally freaking out about it.  My phone and I have always had our differences, but this is just an all new low.  I haven’t even dropped it recently so what’s the deal?

I suppose I’ll take it to Rogers later and complain.  And most likely they will do nothing or try to sell me a battery that’s almost the price of a phone.  Is this a sign that I should just give up the blackberry?  But I’ve stuck with for so long, despite all its problems.  I don’t want to conform to the masses.  I hate touch screens.  I like being able to push actual buttons.  I could never have that with an iPhone.  Why is my blackberry such a bitch?

Loud phone conversations & lint

I know I’ve already written a blog post about a guy sitting beside me on public transit. But you knew there would be more where that came from. Because there is never a shortage of annoying people on public transit, especially the ones who sit beside me. Although in this case, I sat beside him, so I guess it was my own fault. But in my defense, it was the only seat left. Also this time I was on a bus, not a sky train. Big difference.

So apparently, believe it or not, there are worse things than crunching apples. Who knew? Well I did actually. But yeah. What was it this time? Well I got on the bus and sat down in the only seat available because I was definitely not in the mood to stand. And as luck would have it, the guy beside me was in a middle of a conversation. On his cell phone. Loudly. And obnoxiously. I myself had a really quick call that I was hoping to make, but there was no hope in hell I would have had hearing anything over this guy talking.

No matter. I could just sit there. Check for new Facebook notifications and tweets, send some text messages, what have you. Update my facebook status and tweet about the fact that the guy beside me was obnoxious, secretly hoping he would see it out of the corner of his eye and realize how annoying he was (he didn’t). But oh my God, it was like he was yelling. WHY DID HE HAVE TO YELL? Not angrily or anything. Just talking obnoxiously loud. For no good reason. I mean I suppose the person he was talking to may have a hearing problem or something. But it’s likely that the reason for his hearing loss was because he spent so much time around this guy.

It wasn’t as if the things he was talking about required a whole lot of enthusiasm or need to yell. He was going to Alberta for a wedding. Okay, I suppose that’s exciting enough, sure. But then he was also talking about how his voicemail wasn’t working so he didn’t know if this guy called him or not or something. And about his job and how he was doing data entry and stuff. Seriously, talk louder, I’d love to hear more, the whole bus would. No one cares about your data entry job, probably not even the guy on the other end of that call.

The worst part was, since it was a relatively happy call, he laughed a lot. And he had one of those really annoying and obnoxious laughs (yes I’m fully aware of my obnoxious overuse of the word obnoxious in this post but it’s the only word I can think of to describe it). I almost wished his friend had some depressing news for him, to make him stop laughing, and maybe lower his voice or even take a moment of silence. But not such luck. Apparently going home to do some of his readings was just such a good conversation topic and so hilarious that it requireed both laughter and yelling.

The talking wasn’t the only thing. He was also simultaneously picking lint off of his sweater. Profusely so. It reminded me of monkeys picking stuff off each other to clean themselves. Like why the hell is there so much lint and whatnot on your damn sweater? Is that lint? Should I be worried? Will whatever it is you’re so desperately trying to remove from your clothing harm me if I come into contact with it? Why am I sitting here?

At one point, I thought it was finally over. He actually ended his call. Thank God. But oh, it was far from over. Because he went and made another call. Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? Perhaps he has unlimited minutes after 5pm? Mine don’t start until 6pm. Not that I would abuse them like that in public either way. But in any case, I had to endure another equally irritating phone call. I hope his minutes weren’t unlimited and that the extra call put him over his usage limit. Serves him right.

The call did end before my bus ride did and for that I am grateful. He spent the time remaining using his phone to play solitaire. I feel like if he’d had a second phone, he would have used it to continue the phone call and talk to the guy about his solitaire game and then laugh about what fun it was. Thank God he was only able to use it for one thing at a time. I think what bothers me most now though is the lint picking. Why wear the sweater if it’s clearly not ready for public exposure? It’s too bad his iPhone didn’t double as a lint brush.