Washed out by the side of the road

While I’m waiting for my new phone to arrive, I’m using one of my ye olde phones – a flip phone from what must be about 7 years ago. I’ve had the hiptops so long that it feels practically prehistoric. The last time I used it was in 09, when I took it to Europe with me in order to avoid ginormous roaming charges (it worked.) It didn’t feel quite so outdated then, but now…well.

It’s a bit of a time warp – a unique insight into the past, if you will. The phone’s display screen on the front has a pic of William Beckett, the background is Billie Joe and the ringtone is ‘There’s a good reason these tables are numbered.’ The hilarious thing however is that it’s filled with old text messages from first year of uni. Mostly about bands and band boys. And lots of subterfuge messages from M about transferring out of her course. And lots of picture messages of really random things, including one of Pete Wentz with the subject line ‘Bringing Sexy Back’. Hahahaha. Ah dear. My friends are awesome.

There are some stellar examples of eloquence, I just have to share some of it.

Run rabbit run rabbit run run run. Don’t give the farmer his fun fun fun…BLAHAHA!

I agree. The braaaaaaiiins made us do it.

But we DO all know that frogs go la di da di da la di da di da la di da di da! They don’t go gloomp gloomp gloomp!

This whole trip was as useless as that yellow lemon shaped rock over there. Wait a minute, there’s a lemon behind that rock!

Ryan, what the FUCK are we going to do about these mimes!?

O Wise One, where would I be without your infinite wisdom?

Lord Vader... Rise...

We’re not worthy, we’re not worthy!

Beware of women with prams!

I’m sending my Brian as extra protection.

*cue power rangers style arm flailing*

We clearly mostly conversed in quotes and/or obscure references. We also liked exclamation marks. So really, not much has changed. Although I have realised I don’t text nearly as much as I did back then – I guess it’s been supplanted with email and twitter. Ah technology, always morphing into something else.

But enough of the blast from the past, time to get to work. Two deadlines coming up - gah. It’s enough to make one weep.

Music: Film Noir - The Gaslight Anthem