Update: My dad wants me to also note a bunch of other shit I broke before, such as:
- my dad’s hi-fi system’s volume knob
- a USB extension cord my dad brought back from a trip
- I locked myself in a room as a tiny kid and my dad had to break down the door to get me to stop crying
- there was a LEGO piece I dropped in the toilet once, and not only did I not reach in to get it, I instantly decided flushing it would make sense
- many, many MP3 devices
- my badminton racket that cracked right after I bought a second
- multiple bowls of my mom’s
- and the list goes on; my family is full of petty misers and grudging schnooks apparently
5 habits I should adopt:
- [ ] drink more water regularly throughout the day
- [ ] wake up early to exercise in the morning
- [ ] head to bed before 11 pm every night
- [ ] 48 hour “cool-off” period before purchasing anything frivolous
- [ ] stop breaking stuff
I have always had a tendency to break stuff rather unluckily. When I was tiny, I busted the window at my grandparents’ house by tossing a very light ball at it. WTF. I also broke a telephone in that same house and was yelled at by my grandfather. Later, I suggested that the cops should come arrest him. Keep in mind, I was too small to remember this without the wonders of home video.
More recently, I busted my grandparents’ garage door, which had still worked fine for years after my aunt had driven a whole honking car into it. Somehow, I broke it by closing it. WTF. I also managed to brick my PSP as soon as I got it. Luckily there was a fix for that eventually.
Most recently, I busted my iPod. By turning it off before bed. That’s right, I broke something by TURNING IT OFF. I hate these hands of mine. I went to boot it up the next day, and it wouldn’t turn on. I plugged it in, and it wouldn’t charge. I restored it, and it magically worked. Then, it exploded again within literally a minute of being “fixed”. Thankfully, today I received a call-back from some nice guy at Apple named Adam, saying that the cancellation of service email I got was erroneous, and telling me to package my ‘Pod for shipping and replacement as soon as it was convenient. Phew. I was worried I’d need to buy a new one–if I did, I’d likely end up enjoying an iPod Classic instead.
Anyway, amputation + implants welcome.