So…why do I feel so naked?

I don’t know how or why this happened, but my cellphone is busted. As in it conked out on me right when I was reading this message about a Guidon meeting. The battery was far from empty when this happened and no matter how I hard I pressed on the power button, it just wouldn’t open.

Now, I’m not one of those people who have an unhealthy attachment to their cellphone, but in spite of this I can’t help feeling a little helpless, as though I just lost a limb. I can actually go on for days without my phone in tow because the only time I really need it is when I know either my mom or my friends need to get in contact with me. But while I’m not yet on vacation, I need my phone in order to locate my friends or receive announcements and stuff. Plus, I have these really emo messages stored in the phone’s memory and it upsets me to no end that I probably won’t ever get to read them again (I’m very sentimental like that). Unless maybe we get the phone fixed, which will probably cost nearly as much as a brand new one.

And let’s not forget its most useful feature. Nope it’s not the SMS feature–it’s the clock and the alarm clock. I don’t have a watch, you see, so I rely on my cellphone to tell me the time as well as wake me up in the morning. Now, I don’t even have something to occassionally glance at when I feel that lectures are dragging on for a little too long. Fawk!!!

I really hope we have a spare cellphone at home because God knows we can’t afford a new one right now and I desperately need something to wake me up for my 7:30 classes.