Saw Hot Tub Time Machine with Kyle and David. Fucking hilarious! I totally recommend it, particularly if you've lived any amount of time in the 80s yourself. Twitagra. Precious.
In what scientists are now calling "Really Super Awesome," I picked up my iPhone from the AT&T Store. It was quick and painless. The lady helping me -- Ally was her name, and she had cute french tip nails -- actually owns an iPhone so she knew what she was doing and even offered me tips and stuff. It was great! From all the bitching and moaning I read about on the AT&T forums I was expecting to be there for ages and contemplated bringing some sort of sharpened kitchen utensil in the event that I find that I cannot take it any longer and need to stab myself in the eye. I did not, luckily. And researchers in the "Holy Shit" department discovered that the iPhone I'd bought was an MC model (the one with the older bootrom) and v3.1.2 firmware. If you know anything about hacking iPhones, you're probably seething with hatred at my spectacular luck -- I was thus able to successfully jailbreak it so I could use my cracked apps and customize the UI. It's so deliciously pink right now I can't stop smiling whenever I look at it. Teehee.
Lots of errands to run tomorrow -- not as much time to tinker with my iPhone as I'd like. Sadface. I suppose once in a while you have to pretend to be responsible.
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