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iPhone Tragedy

Hello guys and gals. Today is um...Wednesday. Yeah. I am wearing my uniform so it is Wednesday.  How are you? I must apologize for how angry my tone might have sounded yesterday. I think that post was some form of me venting. However, I do not take back what I said. Because I meant it.
Last night was interesting. I was about to go back to school to work on a yearbook ad with mom (It was her ad) when I realized that I was forgetting my phone which I had left on the table. I went to grab it and then with horror I realized that my sister had left it in a cup of apple juice.
Yeah. No. I was a mixture of frustrated, devastated and horrified. There was also a touch of panic. How am I gonna talk to Justin when I am not home??? First world problems.  In my defense, I do live in a society where a phone is necessary. (Along the lines of defending myself, that is all I've got.) I felt really selfish when I was like, "Lord, please let my phone work!" I kind of told Him that I know it's silly and He came back with a Bible verse. He did this to me the other day too.
I was like, okay you win. LOL. Now my phone is in a coma surrounded by rice. I am just anxiously hoping it will make a full recovery. (I was honestly almost in tears.) Fortunately, I think my boyfriend got grounded so he wasn't blowing up my phone while I was gone. His timing was impeccable. 
After all of the drama, mom and I went to school to finish making her ad. There were other journalism students already there, I walked in when one had just said, "I'd bet a hundred dollars on that." so naturally I made my grand entrance with' "What are we betting a hundred on?"
They all went silent. Then told me it was nothing. I think that they don't really like me. I don't know exactly why. Probably because I do not gossip the same way that they do. While we were working and even when the teacher came into the room, they were gossiping about their ex girlfriends. (Mind you these are all females.) Their talk got very inappropriate and including a lot of foul language.
Mind you there was one who was working really hard and not engaging in the gossip. For that I commend her. I do not know her very well, but I do know that she is a very hard worker.
Mom said that I am just too tense and that is why I don't really get along with the other girls. I asked if I really am tense, in response she proceeded to pinch my shoulder muscle and poke my jaw muscle. Two places on my body that are always tight. 
Point made.
I am too tense, too serious about everything. Also very passionate about life in general. If you know me, you know that when I am passionate about something it takes up my every thought. Mom often has to do stuff like ground me from books etc. (Not kidding. When I was younger I probably got grounded from books at least once a week.) 
On a completely different note, I am buying my first car tomorrow. Surprise. I am old. LOL. JK. I should find a joke for you guys. I am in the mood for a joke.
There you go. That is pretty funny. There was a watermelon one that I would have posted but I didn't get it. So obviously I didn't post it. I honestly have no idea when this period will end. I am just kind of rambling now. In the back of my mind though, I am considering making a scrapbook, and putting poems in it. I think that would be interesting. But I have never made a scrapbook before so I am not sure. We shall see. I guess I shall go now. Have a good day, my beloved readers. (It really makes me happy to know that people care to read my thoughts.)

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