I though I lost my cell phone tonight. It was a tragic situation. I searched everywhere in my room, moving things on my desk, shoving my hand down the back of my chair, searching under my bed... When I realized it was not in my room, I kinda became frantic. What was I going to do without it? I called my mom and explained the situation. I could tell she was pissed, but she knew that if I didn't find it soon, she would have to buy me a new one. "I don't want you walking around at IU without a phone." She's told me this numerous times.
Even I were to get a new phone next weekend when I went home, I would still have to last through this entire week without a phone. That's hard to believe. After getting the new phone, I would have to go through the disgusting hastle of reassembling my list of hundreds of phone numbers gathered throughout high school and college. How fun! I adamently refuse to start another Facebook group entitled "Jake lost his phone. Give him your number." Those always seemed to annoy me in the past. I would be a member of at least four "(Insert name here) lost his/her phone" groups at any one time...
Luckily one of my friends let me know (via Facebook) that I had left my phone in her car. Thank God! I plan on picking it up tomorrow. I now really believe that my life revolves around that stupid piece of plastic and metal, my cellular phone.
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