the spring store
Macaroni salad in the fridge with my name on it. What could be better? I meant to only have a few bites, though, but I instead ended up eating the whole thing. Then I finished off the leftover salad. And then I had a blueberry muffin. It was my second dinner, apparently. I guess I shouldn't feel too bad since I was just feeling quite good about a dress I got in the 4th grade that is too big for me today only a few minutes ago. So it's not all over yet. Not if I binge one night.I am still smaller than I can ever remember being. Up until 5th grade, I was about 150 pounds. Then somewhere between 5th and 6th grade, I was eating reasonably [I'd read peaches helped one to lose weight so I ate a lot of those and I suppose it worked] and doing a lot of sit ups. I got down to a steady 138. I weighed myself every weekend. Always 138. Then after that I was about 145 pounds all through high school. I never wanted to make it over 150 pounds ever again. But somehow once I got married, I was pushing it, and eventually sky-rocketed to about 185 pounds. Not fun at all.
Today I weighed myself at 132.5 pounds. Not too shabby.
I'm going to shut up about this, though, because this is something I repeat myself with. I guess it helps to still feel good about it, especially when I try on old dresses and all of them, even one from 4th grade, are too big for me.
So why the hell did I just stuff myself then?
I dunno, part of me was feeling sad and irritated earlier today. Especially after getting my new phone and turning in my old one. My old phone with numbers and especially pictures that I'm sad to let go of. Because apparently there's nothing that can be done to save data when your phone won't turn on. The first Sprint store somehow got my phone back on. This one didn't seem to even try. I keep hoping that maybe I'll get a call saying they were able to get my phone on, come back to the store, and they can transfer my data. I keep hoping Mike could read my dejected face and put two and two together when I kept asking, "Is there no way at all to retrieve the data on my old phone?" Maybe he'll try for me. And maybe he'll call. Mike at Sprint. Mike the fuckface who couldn't bother to try the first time. I was hoping I'd get a technician to talk to. I was hoping I could ask someone else about retrieving my data. But no. And they were really busy.
Mike told me they were just talking about me when I came to get my new phone. I should have asked what exactly they had to say..
Maybe they were talking about me because he realized he forgot to take my old phone the first time. That's all I can think of. I wasn't stupid. I brought it back with me. And Mike took it away.
Mike at Sprint, will you try the phone for me..?
Please..?
Eh, so I was dejected and irritated after my Sprint trip. Actually, at the Sprint store, I saw people looking to buy Samsung phones and I was really tempted to tell them, "Don't do it."
Samsung phones are crap. Get an LG. That's what I'm doing next time.
Next time, I'm staying away from Sprint, and away from Samsung. Fuck that shit.
There was a long wait. They posted the names on order to be called on a screen. I saw one guy getting pissed because people were being called on the list after him. To him, I wanted to say "Tmobile.." Fuck this shit, really. Sprint wants to charge you more for every little thing. Text messaging? 5 more dollars a month. Free Sprint to Sprint calls? 5 more dollars, please. Want to send a picture from your phone? First, you'll have to add another 5 dollars to that bill.
I dunno.. and I guess other companies have their things to get you with. It doesn't make sense, though, if I just want to send *one* picture, I have to sign up for 5 bucks a month. I know tmobile will only charge you 25 cents for that one picture. Verizon seems to have unlimited incoming calls as part of their plan. That could be interesting. And helpful. I have a hubby who likes to keep calling me, and it's usually because of that I go over my minutes. Hrmm..
Unless, of course, he'll decide not to call me anymore once I move to Chicago. Which is entirely possible. But, I mean.. if anyone calls me.. I don't have to be pissed at them for using my minutes, right..? That's how it works..?
Goddammit, I write about such unimportant things in here.
Oh, crap, and I was feeling good before going to the Sprint store. I even devised an entry for my other dland journal. It went something like this:
There are some days when I'm happy for what I have. Then there are others when I just want to throw everything away.Thank god this isn't one of those other days.
And the title should be "I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear" since it's the next line in the postal service's 'Nothing Better' song.
I think I'll still do it. We'll see.