tale of a phone
while on cape cod i decided to go clamming with my uncle and various cousins. The water turned out to be freezing and i didn't wear a bathing suit, so i got soaked within the first few minutes, which is when i remembered i had my cell phone. Apparently this girl needed to call me about driving stuff, so i had to bring it with me. I moved my phone to my hood, thinking it wouldn't get so wet. That being said, clamming involves a lot of bending over and soon i noticed my cell phone was no longer vacationing in my hood. The other people around us thought i was kidding and then laughed at me. Just when i had given up all hope of ever seeing my phone again, i steeped on something that definetly was not clam-esque. It turned out to be my phone, dripping water for a good five minutes. moral of the story: phones can't swim. butttttt i just transfered my number to a different phone eventhough i have no one's number now. Don't wanna go back to school! newberry street was fun today and then i didn't kill anyone when i went driving, so i'm thinking it was a good day!