Yo. Let me start this off right by saying that I, unlike most people in this world, do not own an iPhone. I am a total Apple girl, but I've had Verizon since I got my first cell phone, and as I'm sure you know, it was only recently that Verizon and iPhone tied the knot. By the time that blessed union occurred, I was already hooked on my Samsung and its Android operating system (especially the GPS - holy hell, kids, the GPS), so I never felt fully compelled to jump on the iBandwagon. There is only one reason I have ever regretted my cellular lifestyle choice: Instagram.
As someone who appreciates the beauty and meaning found in photographs, the lack of a decent camera app has been tearing out a piece of my soul. Sure, Android has some useable applications (Vignette, Retro Camera, roidizer), but they didn't really do anything for me, simply because of the fact that they weren't Instagram.
And then, a miracle happened.
Danielle over at Sometimes Sweet wrote a blog post about her love for Instagram. She obviously has an iPhone, and has been using Instagram for some time, so I was just reading, you know, business as usual, silently mulling sadly over my lack of pretty cell phone pictures, and then she casually dropped this bomb: "Lucky for them the wonderful, fantastic photo app Instagram made its way to Android users."
And then I was like, "Say what?!"
And then Danielle was like, "Lucky for them the wonderful, fantastic photo app Instagram made its way to Android users. Lucky for them the wonderful, fantastic photo app Instagram made its way to Android users. Lucky for them the wonderful, fantastic photo app Instagram made its way to Android users." (because I had to read the sentence a few times to make sure I was ingesting the information properly).
A mere five minutes earlier, I had informed Toby that no, I would not be available to watch the latest installment of Alcatraz (the season finale, by the way, was easily the best episode of the season), because I was going straight to bed after tying up a few loose ends online. An hour later, after hearing me shout, "I. HAVE. INSTAGRAAAAM!" in such a way that can only be described as being akin to Gerard Butler roaring, "THIS. IS. SPARTAAAA!", he came into the bedroom to find me snapping pictures of myself and fiddling around with my cell phone to figure out how to post them on Facebook and Twitter.
After shaking his head in a bemused but endeared way, he left me to my business, and I proceeded to stay up much, much later than I had planned.
And now, I'm obsessed. Which is something you probably could have predicted at this point.
I don't want to over-exaggerate or anything (ha), but this has changed my life. I am so happy.
P.S. Oh yeah, you should totally follow me! Username: chickpokipsie. Am I supposed to put an "@" in front of that? Who knows. Kids these days.