So I have literally JUST found my phone after 3 days of it being lost in the depths of my room. At least this time I was actually sure that it was here instead of calling Tres Amigos, the bank and God knows where else before it was discovered in the Misses Department of Goody’s. (I don’t know either.)
Now I was, as most of you probably suspect, going through withdrawal, and have had no idea what time it was for the last 72 hours. I did call it twice to check for voicemails, which I had none of. So this morning, expecting to have 17 missed calls and some unGodly amount of text messages amassed on my neglected phone, I was dissapointed to discover that I had three missed calls. Subtract two from home that were myself, that leaves Shelly at 5:45 Tuesday. In fact the last person I actually talked to was Jerry at 9:13 Monday night. The rest of you, to put it plainly, are haters.
In other news, yay for the Democrats, I’m burned out from school, thank God for Thanksgiving, I may be able to test out of CIS-110 and get 3 free credit hours, along with my other discovery this week that may allow me to graduate on time TWICE , and I’m now the semi-owner of a GEmie
