12.28.2009

texting, part 2

I've been waiting for him to text me back. I've whined at my phone, played with the charger cover, and tossed it away when I got pissed at it.

Just now, it vibrated. I dove out of my chair, tripped on my rug, got my foot stuck in my bag, and accidentally pulled part of my bed spread off the bed- all in a mad dash for my phone that sat dead center on my bed.

I excitedly opened it up...

only to find an automated message I set up to remind me to take my drugs.

Disappointment.

2 comments:

Taylor said...

That happens to me ALL the time!!

Madeline said...

been there, honey. and this is coming from a total hypocrite, but if you want my opninion? call him instead. when you hear someone's voice you can gauge whether or not they like you--truly. It's a great way to feel assured, or let down. But at least you're right either way.

Hello!

Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)