iRock therefore iPod _\m/

" Hey P!nk, check it out! iPod minis are in Canada now."
" Shut up."
" No for real."
" Whatever."
" I'm serious."
" I believe you."
" Ok....."

Such was the nature of the conversation followed by a mad dash to the computer, a frantic sign-on to Apple.ca and a quick discovery that, indeed, they were now here, waaay up north. You mean they have battery recharger-friendly outlets in igloos? Who'da thunk...
So I've only wanted one of these since, oh, THE DAY I WAS BORN!
Ok maybe that's a little extreme, but at least since the day THEY were born! And now there it was, my little green jewel, only a credit card number, $442.32, 4-6 week's shipping, and a mouse click away! But wait...that's a lot of clothes...and those cute pink and brown shoes from Bata...and those red pointy-toed boots from Transit...and that rollerblade brake...and a hairdo..and...and...I HAVE TO HAVE IT! but first I need a credit card..that's a hurdle and a half.

" Mom, I need to borrow your credit card to drop half a grand on a piece of electronic equiptment smaller than the palm of my hand, ok?"
" Sure honey. Whatever you need."
RRRRRight. I had thrown in the towel before the mental scene even ended. I'll just settle for...my broken CD burner*tear*

I turned on iTunes and busted out my favorite live track..the one that I would never be able to crank on my subwoof-ified stereo..or show to my friends......unless of course I hooked up my iPod mini to my stereo with an auxilary cable...

Once again, it was the live music that did me in. I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat and went and knocked on my parent's bedroom door. It opened.
"um...Can I please borrow your credit card? I'll pay you back tomorrow, I promise."
" You're not going to wait for it to get cheaper?"
" No! Stuff like this takes forever to get cheaper."
(To my Dad)" Is Apple.com a good enough place to buy something from?"
" Oh yeah, sure."
I see a banana, and he's going for a credit card....and just wait...HE GOT THE CARD!

So let's get this sucker ordered, it'll be obselete by the time it gets here anyway...
A credit card novice and slightly nervous, it took me several tries to get the number typed out right, not to mention my brother hanging over my shoulder and my mom pacing nervously around me. "I'm just waiting to get my card back."
RRRRRight...you're just don't want us to SPREE!!!MUAHAHAHAHhahaha..hahaha..ha *cough cough* Anyhoo...
To make a long story short, the order went through and my baby is on its way!!!! Maybe I should rephrase that....whatever.





It wasn't until after the card had been returned that we realised we should have got the Yellowcard tickets...oops.

SoNg SuGgEsTiOn Of ThE dAy: Breathing>Yellowcard

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