Factory Resetting my phone because the ICS update completely fucked it up

  • Got the OTA update before waking up, which took nearly a half hour to complete, and then promptly froze my phone upon completion.
  • Had to run to Best Buy Mobile while on my break at work to see if they could do anything. They hard reset my phone, which got it running again, but my battery was completely shot due it being frozen for over three hours straight.
  • Got off of work, started charging my phone, and began fiddling around with the UI to see how 4.0 looks and operates. Behold! Apps don’t load! Facebook sync has crashed! My text notifications aren’t playing sounds! I can’t access certain menus in Settings!

I looked around online to see if anyone’s having similar problems, but found next to nothing aside from people recommending that you Factory Reset the phone and start over again. It figures that after waiting for so long to have the update finally be released for the Droid 4, I actually becoming among the very first people to get it (legally), and it fucks everything up! Hopefully the Factory Reset will help the problems at the expense of losing everything on the phone. -_-

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white people

Ungrateful little-

their lives are so hard.

DOESN’T ANYONE ASK FOR DROID RAZRS AND GALAXY NEXUSES?!

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出典: hankpeters

Wahhh, I can’t find my roommate on Facebook. -_-

I’ve tried all of my cyberstalking tricks, and still can’t find this person. How is this possible?! To live in Japan House, you have to be either A) Japanese, or B) studying Japanese. Maybe I’m being a little presumptive, but basically everyone that’s a Japanese major or at the very least just studying the language is a part of JSA or is friends with someone that is. With that logic, I SHOULD be able to find this dude. Hell, I even found the one Japanese guy that’s in our suite. I can only imagine he just doesn’t have a Facebook account then, which is scary, because everyone has a Facebook, duh. Ugh, annoyinggg… #firstworldproblems

Weeee, made it to the ghetto market and back by foot in 20 minutes and in one piece.

The game plan was get a pound of meat and Hamburger Helper Lasagna. Of course, they happen to sell about every type of Hamburger Helper except the one I want. So, instead I got some elbow macaroni and a can of sauce, so I’ll be making “spaghetti” and meatballs for myself. I also got myself a bottle of Mountain Dew WhiteOut (god forbid anywhere that isn’t in Albany sell LiveWire), so now I’ve got soda! All this for just $8, hallelujerrrr. Sure beats spending the same amount on an order of chicken tenders and fries at The Barking Dog when this’ll definitely last me for at least the whole day. =)

So I just made this frozen sautee pasta thing that’s been in our freezer for months.

The expiration date said it was best if used on 7/13, woops.

It’s chicken, pasta, spinach, diced tomatoes, and artichokes in Chardonnay sauce. It’s not bad considering I don’t like spinach, I’ve never had artichokes, and I don’t even know what Chardonnay sauce is. Also, keeping it classy with the last Mike’s Hard Lemonade we have.

Checked my bank account, I’ve got about $14 left. My plan is to walk to the little ghetto supermarket a few blocks away, see if I can buy something that’ll be filling for the next two days that I’m home alone with no food. Hopefully they’ve got Hamburger Helper or something.

Ah, life is grand.

Finished washing the dishes…

And if isn’t annoying enough that about 80% of the shit that I have to clean is from my sister’s messes, what’s worse is that my mother had the balls to slip in shit that they used while camping this weekend! I don’t want to clean other people’s messes in the house, let alone my own, so the why fuck should I be cleaning stuff used by other people somewhere else?!

And then I come back to my phone to see I got a text. Not from Tim, of course, but from my mother telling me to do the dishes. lakjcna;ihlienlbcieiblivb I told her I just finished wasting the last hour of my life doing them, and that she better come home from work with pizza.

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