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Well, we all know that on Thursday morning, twitter went down to a DoS/DDoS attack, because some idiots are still lurking out there. But here was the problem, without twitter what was I supposed to do? Live my real life? I didn’t think my life was that great, that’s why I tweet about it.

So, without boasting about my unexceptional life I had to find things to do to get over the slump of not talking to my tweeps. Here are a few things I did to get through the day.

1. Woke up around 7:30 am PST so wanted to tweet and well, Fail Whale ahoy. Captain Ahab would have been very happy to see the whale, I however was not. I wanted to tweet that I had just woken up and was headed to the dentist, but no. I could not share my boring day with my 4oo+ followers.

2. Around 8:25 am I was in a rush to get downtown to go to the dentist. I was on the South hill having to go all the way up north. I couldn’t tweet that now could I. It was a nice brisk walk, I wonder what they call sprinting in a walking fashion? Anyways I just barely caught the bus up to the north side, and I knew I was going to be late to my appointment. That wasn’t good, my tweeps know I am a DECA student and being late to an appointment wouldn’t be a very good reflection on my alumni status.

3. listened to people talking on the bus. I couldn’t imagine that they were actually BOASTING about being in jail. Their conversations revolved around their times when they got beat up to the times where they had mental breakdowns. In my opinion, wow. If only I could have tweeted that. I wonder what the responses could have been, but nope, twitter was still down.

4. now I raced my way to the dentist’s office where I was only four minutes late. Not bad. Could have tweeted that one too. So now sitting in the dentist chair I was freaking out. Not because the person next to me was getting a root canal done nor was her daughter on the other side of me was screaming her head off, but because I couldn’t tell anyone this.

5. Still in the chair but I now had two really cute guys probing my mouth. Yes, pun is intended in the section. I mean who wouldn’t want two men surrounding you and saying ever so sweetly, “now it’s only gonna hurt a little bit.” And yes he said that while giving me a shot of novocaine. So I couldn’t tweet that either, and yes I have tweeted from the dentists’ chair. If only I could have gotten their pictures and posted them on twitpic, my tweeps would have loved it.

6. Back on the bus home, my mouth numb, and two people behind me were talking about a chick with no legs. Apparently this no legged chick was very bitter and was a sex fiend. I found this story fascinating, if she didn’t get what she wanted, she would start yelling and “walking on her little nubs.” but they soon got off at the Office Depot and a man chewing gum very obnoxiously sat behind me. It got pretty annoying, so I turned around and told him to stop or spit it out. I think he just wanted me to talk to him. Ugh, I hate buses because the most perverted people get on them. I was partly at fault though, I was wearing a tank top.

7. Sitting at the bus Plaza waiting for my second bus. All alone, wearing a tank top with mentally retarded people, perverts, mentally ill people, and a tiny group of normal people were surrounding me. God help me if something strange goes down. And, eventually it did. A man behind me was talking on his Moto Razr phone and then ended his call. A small fraction of time later, he was taking pictures of me. Hiding the fact that he was pretending to hide the lens. Luckily a police officer was strolling around the premises and I told him what the man was doing. I hate going to the bus plaza.

8. Opened the door to find out that my jaw is unable to move. This always happens with shots of any kind. Paralysis. Not fun. So trying to eat, I get onto my laptop and wonder why the hell twitter isn’t working and why Facebook is so slow and why Live Journal was unable to send me e-mail alerts. So struggling to find the answer I found out about those stupid hackers. And let me tell you, those hackers are no better than the woman yelling on her little nubs, the obnoxious gum chewer on the bus, or the man who was taking pictures of me at the bus plaza.

So, that’s what I did when twitter was down. See, if twitter was up, none of that would have happened to me. I would have had a normal life sitting in front of the computer laughing at the High School kids that have to go to school one month earlier than I have to. But no, twitter had to shut down and let me live my life like I should be doing.

And I still am having trouble eating. Damn shots.

I’d rather live my life like the teen that I am, on the computer for hours on end.