so today, after my day of prac, i have to go pick up my car. luckily my amazing girlfriend came and got me, and took me home. as i walk in through my door, our lovely houseguest and i begin to chat. i was sort of hoping he could take me to get my beastie, but he had work in 15 minutes. dilemma. i phone my mother. no answer. dilemma. she phones back, shes in canning vale, and she’ll come get me now. no dilemma.

we are then driving. we get approximately 3kms from our house when i realise my wallet is still conveniently located on the kitchen counter. after a torrent of swearing and anger, we turn around. 

second try. the whole way there she yammers on in my ear about how its ridiculous that south african students can use an international licence but immigrants have to re-qualify. i nod curtly, showing my appreciation for her concern. over over and over again my mother speaks words that can only be described as negative and complaintitive. dunno if thats a word, but it is now. i don’t understand how mama bear can tell me she’s a christian, and that life is so positive, and that she’s a happy little daisy, when she has this much negative attitude towards everything. why my mom is like this, i don’t know. but i’m sick of it and i just wish that she would be a happy little vegemite.

/endrant

late last year i got an iphone 3G[S]

it served me well, with it surviving numerous jailbreaks and the such. earlier this year apple released a new operating system that changed the baseband of the phone, meaning that unlocking the phone from your home carrier was no longer do-able. then some nutcase somehow took the baseband from the iPad and found a way to put it in iphones in order to unlock it, so i thought i’d give it a go. sadly, i forgot that i did this and in an attempt to restore the phone it got stuck in a restore loop. this morning, my iphone was successfully booted. all i have to say is, apple, COME AT ME BRO!