Justine

Hi, whassup suphylyon.blogspot readers!

I did feel uneasy about having no a cell phone, at first. Like, this group of girls were STARING at me when I took a clock out of my bag to check what time it was. Hello?? You only stare at girls who steal your boyfriends. And you know, not everyone owns a functional watch. Aaannd, maybe someone stole my cell phone 2 days back. I felt so mizzzunderstood......

Anyway, I've started carrying a phone book around with me. Ok, so maybe it isn't a phone book, but just my SUBWAY nutrition guide with a couple of people's numbers scribbled on. Ask me how many new additions I've made to my phone book 3 weeks from now, and I'd say 5. (Or I might've gotten a phone and ditched the whole phone book idea altogether.)

I think I could go on like this forever. Borrowing cell phones from strangers isn't as difficult as they say it is, once you get the hang of things, really. I was just wondering, though, is it rude if I ask "may I please borrow someone's Nokia phone?". I mean, if I specify what brand of phone I'd like to borrow. A table of people gave me these really weird faces when I asked them that, before one of the boys produced a Nokia from his pocket.

You know, I was so desperate to own a cell phone when I was 11, I actually asked my dad to please not get me a pony, but a cell phone instead. I can't quite remember why I wanted one so badly, but I think it had something to do with me wanting to play "Snake". Actually, I think it had a lot to do with me wanting to play "Snake". I mean, if at 16 years old, I have no one to call, who could I possibly have had to call back then, at the tender age of 11?

Anyway, I sat at Macs today, where their air conditioning system was on "Arctic Freeze" mode. (Nothing new there.) I was so cold, I couldn't even grip my stationery properly. That ultimately hindered my productivity. And then my good for nothing iPod ran out of battery, so I had to listen to McMusic for like.... Over 4 hours. Besides trying to tune out the lousy music, I also had to tune out a bunch of kids talking to each other really loudly, in bad English. And then I concluded that every McDonald's has their own 'bunch of kids talking to each other really loudly, in bad English'. Uhhh nkasldfj McKids......

Take the Macs near school, for example. We, convent girls, frikken rule that MacDonald's, I tell you. All right, in all honesty, it's the younger convent girls who really rule the Macs. (Those younger than 16.) I dunno........ I guess the sight of ketchup sends their hearts racing. You really can't blame them for screaming into their friends' faces, which more often than not, is only 6 cm from their own. You just can't.

We, older convent girls.... Don't eat fast food. Ew, fast food. Gag.

All right, I'm going to have a power nap now. Take care!

Ps: Anyone know how to get my ifrikkenPod to tell time? It'll save me the trouble of carrying a clock around. And stares, also.