I don't know how I managed to leave this out of what I wrote yesterday, but I got the iPhone I was waiting on yesterday and I think I'm already addicted to it. Honestly, before I got it I was a huge PC fanboy, telling everyone why I thought Microsoft was more deserving of the customers Apple was receiving, and to some degree I think that's still true. However, just owning an iPhone has changed my outlook on a lot of things I never would've thought of.
Since the picture quality isn't complete poo like a ton of other phones I've owned, I can use it as a legit camera and upload whatever I take in what seems like 2 seconds. This means I'll actually have something to look back on when I'm all old and mature. It's not that I'm just now realizing I might want to have something to look back on, but I think I've been too scared to carry around a camera as a guy. I mean I don't see anything wrong with it, but it's not something I'm willing to do at any point during high school. The difference between a camera and the camera functionality on an iPhone has only to do with the picture quality, but for some reason, taking photos with an iPhone is completely acceptable by everyone I know, but if you take a picture with a dedicated camera in front of one of them, you might as well have rammed a dude in his bum. Maybe it's because everyone's to jealous to say anything, huh? Haha I really don't know, but it's weird that things actually work that way.
Besides being able to take pictures of stuff in public and stupid stuff like that, I feel like I'd be able to make my way to more interesting things on Friday nights and weekends when all everyone wants to do is head over to my house and ping pong the night away. In retrospective, that's probably just as stupid as being able to take pictures or whatever, but I still think there's potential for mayhem there.
Oh! As I was coming home from my hockey practice, this kid I know was walking across an intersection that I was stopped at. I had my windows down breathin in the air and all that good stuff, so he came over to my car and said hey before running off across the last half of the street. That's not the funny part though; I look over to my right and the guy in his truck is flippin out because I guess he though I was gonna get capped or something brutal you'd see on the late local news. Speaking of hockey, I leave for a tournament in Nebraska tomorrow night. The bus we're taking has wifi apparently so I might try posting from my iPhone if I get crazy enough, but either way I'll try to fit in time for a quick write while I'm there.
-Sam out
