My parents did not know what to get me for my birthday this year. They decided to ask me directly.
I, never opposed to receiving things, answered swiftly.
My mother was especially distressed. She did not just want to give me money, as she knew I would save it away in my bank account forever and ever. Yet all the things I wanted were not really practical. She consulted my dad, who happens to be in love with his newfangled Blackberry Playbook:
And he decided to get an iTouch for me. Now, I’ve never had a smartphone/smart device before. I actually just got texting last year. I’ve always believed that, while smartphones are nice and all, there’s no need for one. I remember my middle school days when kids would always get iPods and iPhones and whatever newfangled devices were out there.
And really, at that age, there’s no need for one. Now, though, I’m in college. I’m almost not-a-teen! I could use an iTouch, right?
Regardless, I was super excited to get my iTouch. I mean, the internet! Instant knowledge whenever I wanted! I could go on Wikipedia at any time! Google things! Look up maps when I was lost! Yes– I would never be lost again! I opened the box with the greatest reverence.
And you always read about all those fancy new apps people are designing. I read PopSci. You can turn your iTouch into a remote control! Use it to start your car! Deposit checks! The possibilities are endless! I had an incredibly powerful piece of technology here, one that could do anything! I just felt so incredibly advantaged to have access to this technology. This was it!
So now, what was I going to go with this little technological marvel? Why, what anyone else would do, of course.
Yeah. I guess I’m just another spoiled suburban kid.
(Okay, okay. So I do check my e-mail and stuff on the iTouch. And I finished reading The Picture of Dorian Gray as a result of this iTouch. I DO THINGS WITH IT! I SWEAR!)