The Most-Used Apps on My Phone

We all,have apps we can’t live without. It doesn’t matter whether they’re on your smartphone or your desktop, they are there and you use them every day. I have a few of those. Music, Calculator, Skype, etc., and if I am on my phone, there are 5 apps that I am almost guaranteed to be using.

1.) Music: This is the app that I use most. I’m almost always listening to the newest Monstercat album, or some of the old songs that I love. Now if only I could get Metallica or Queen on my phone…

2.) Skype: This is one of those apps sitting on the border of productivity and “productivity”. It can really go either way. But no matter which it is at the moment, it takes up almost no memory and doesn’t exhaust one’s minutes when connected to WiFi. (I think)

3.) Calculator: The stock calculator is great for a quick math problem or a sudden blank. We all have it, but it’s just so underutilized.

4.) iFunny: Now, I know what the app says when you try to download it. I know of the content, but if I just avoid collective, it’s all OK. This app is great for a quick laugh or just general procrastination.

5.) App Store: Ah, another stock application! Most of these are useless to me, but some are quite useful. I don’t really spend a lot of money on the App Store. In fact, I am usually quite frugal. But it’s fun to see what everyone’s caught up in all the time.

So, there you have it. The apps that I use almost constantly. Most of these you may not agree with, but that’s okay, everyone’s entitled to their own opinions. So, now I have a question to ask of you: What’s your list?

My Favorite Place in Texas

If you ever visit Austin, there will be places you want to go. There’s a whole slew of establishments and businesses to keep you entertained for weeks. There’s K1 Indoor Kart Racing, a Dave & Buster’s, and food (It’s almost impossible to walk around the block and not see a restaurant.). Everyone has a favorite place to go, and I go to mine almost every day. But I couldn’t possibly be bored sitting at my computer.

There’s a reason for this, of course. My computer offers an unlimited amount of games, entertainment, and opportunities that you just can’t find anywhere else. I’ve had so much fun on the weekends sitting at my desk, building castles and badly sniping in Team Fortress 2 (Machina, Gibus, Bodyshots. Need I say more?), that I really don’t need to go anywhere else for fun. Partially because I’m usually in the middle of something whenever I go somewhere, but mostly because I just don’t want to get up. Which brings us to my next reason for enjoying my computer:

My desk is much easier to get to than anywhere else. Sure, I could go to Six Flags. And that would be great. But that requires a fairly long drive when I can get to my computer in less than a minute, just by walking. And if you’re spending too much time driving, you don’t have as much time for fun. If you had a choice between driving a half-hour to a theme park to sit in line and walking for 30 seconds to go blow stuff up, which would you choose? I would blow stuff up, but that might just be me.

Anyway, this is why my favorite place in Austin is my computer. It’s entertaining and easy to get to, and I can just sit in my pajamas all weekend.

The Underworld

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Inspector O’Hare stepped cautiously into the Phantom’s lair. He took a deep breath of the moldy, musty air of the all-too-creepy cavern he stood in. There was a slight orange glow, provided by a lone candle flickering on its rusty iron candlestick. It illuminated a table, which carried a lavish crimson placemat and skull, tilted on its side. Opposite the table, shrouded in mist from the murky, indigo lake beside it, was the Phantom’s old throne. It was a little worse for the wear, with stuffing cascading out of the maroon cushions and the now-tarnished gold armrests dominated by cobwebs. Across from the throne, an organ sat draped in a thick layer of dust.

He looked toward a set of black curtains directly in front of him. The cool mist swirled around the doorway, and a chill went through the inspector. The last place he had wanted to be was down here in this dark, ominous cave. Why couldn’t he have been asked to look at the bank robbery on 4th street, or the 3-car pileup on Parliament? Even the spontaneous murder of five people would be a more desirable job than this. The inspector brushed aside the curtains, revealing an already half-open iron door leading into a new room. The door wasn’t yet open enough for him to get through, so he shoved it aside, and despite its squeaky, earsplitting protests, it opened.

The room was lit by two candlesticks, both rusted as well, with scarlet candles burning in the smaller expanse of cave. There was a desk with a leather bound book titled, “The Imbecile’s Guide to Torturing Intruders” and another titled, “Murder for Dimwits”. Another skull decorated the desk.

He walked outside of the room. In front of him, an old rope tied into a noose hung from a stalactite. It had moss draped around the circle, where some poor unfortunate soul’s head would be. He turned toward the exit, and with one last look into the room, noticed that the noose was gone. He heard a whoosh from behind him. He turned, nothing there. He took a few steps forward, and a whoosh sounded again. There was a flash of white just to his left. He turned, still nothing. His heart pounded in his chest. The inspector knew he was in danger. He had to leave. Now. He could see the exit just in front of him, a light shining on the damp, dark, gray walls of the cave. He turned to run, and was caught with a rope that had writhed its way around his neck. He struggled, gasping for breath, and a psychotic, menacing laugh sounded from behind him as his vision faded to nothingness.

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Why Nobody Likes Mondays

We’ve all had hat moment. The one where you wake up half-asleep, stretch a little bit, hit the snooze button on your alarm clock hard enough to break it, and realize it’s Monday. So you throw your covers over your head and try to go back to sleep. But why do you hate Mondays so much? Is it just because it’s a Monday? Do you hate school/work? Well, whatever your reason is, you hate Mondays. We all do.

The first reason most people hate Mondays is most likely because the weekend is now officially OVER. No more parties, game-a-thons, or generally being a couch potato. No more laziness. No more fun. Just work.

A good second reason would probably be that you hate your job. Because nobody enjoys going to the cube farm (not a Minecraft reference, I swear), nobody likes going to school (I blame homework), and nobody, I repeat, nobody, likes getting up and dragging yourself to wherever it is you have to be.

Lastly, nobody wants to get out of bed anyway. They just want to get up, look around, stretch a bit, and go back to sleep.

So, these are some pretty good reasons that you would hate Mondays, and some of you may not. But unless you have some kinda superpower, you’d most likely agree with the whole “Mondays suck” thing. Anyway, now that I’m done stretching, I’m gonna go back to sleep.