| I retardedly dropped my call phone in a glass of soda (on accident, if you can believe it). I became so panicked at first, dreading not only the bureacratic bullshit of activing a new phone, switching numbers, etc, not to mention getting a new phone (I still prefer my RAZOR to the Chocolate), but also the fear that I would miss a few phone calls. You know what though-it was one of the most liberating experiences I have felt in awhile. Fuck facebook, myspace, AIM, all other social networking sites. Just be alone for awhile, and turn off all that technological noise. The world literally feels a lot quiter, if not smaller. The need to always be in the know, to know thats up with this person, to call and see what this and that person is doing is way tiring. I now have the cell phone, but I'm not as attatched to it. I probably talk the most in my family and probably any other guy I know. I clock in 2,000 minutes a month at least, and send at least 700 texts. Ridiculous. However, I'm sure that once I am done with UCLA, and social obligations are not as pertinent in my new life, my numbers will go down dramtically. Thi entry as a complete waster of time. What the fuck am I doing? I have to write a paper and I'm trying to be deep right now? Damn am I moronic. This entry doesn't even have a common thread of thought. Shoutouts to the people who still read this thing. You know who you are...because you're reading this. |
