Here's the story of how I sort of 'lost?' the phone...
My phone sucks. biggrin I used to be able to text message, for like a month or two, but my parents took THAT away. >.>
Btw, I'm really tired, maybe I'll be able to sleep a lot earlier today...
It all started when I walked out of the house. My dad was just about to close the door behind us when he said, "Oh, can you go get your phone?" I paused and thought, "Uh oh. Well... I don't know where it is... but maybe I could just make up an excuse that's true... o_o Complex." I sort of turned red... and replied, "Okay!"
I ran back inside the house and slowly searched for my phone even though I knew I couldn't find it but I just know maybe it would pop up someday. Maybe so...
It didn't. I failed and came back with the lamest excuse I could've thought of as the moment I walked back out, seeing my dad standing there. I told him, "I can't find it! :c I put it on the table and it's not there!"
I knew that he would be really mad and would scold me for losing the phone once again in the house. To be honest, I hadn't remember where the last time I put it. The only thing I remembered was when I had it in my hand while we were in the car, driving to L.A.
Instead, he said, "How weird. Are you sure you checked everywhere?"
"Yea, I checked... Still nothing."
He wasn't mad... but surely, disappointed and told me to go back and check again. I did. And I came back empty handed.
He told me, "Oh well, let's just go anyways."
We headed to our car and I sat either in the middle or back seat.
After going to Sears, we headed home and I jumped right into my seat, turning on my computer. My dad just does his own stuffs and says, "Look for that phone."
I tell him, "OK."
After a couple hours, I was still on my computer. My dad walked by me and once again told me to look for my phone. This time, I turned off my computer and made a move. I looked under the tables, on top of the tables, around the tables, on the couch, under the couch seats, on the computer tables, and many more. I still couldn't find it. I was watching TV at the same time too. xd
So, I told him, "I can't find it, daddy..." since I really couldn't find my phone anywhere.
He calmly said, "Well, try looking for it again!"
So I did. And eventually I gave up, not so long after 5 - 15 minutes of looking for it. I started doing other stuffs. After a couple hours later, my dad came out of his room and said, "I found it."
I said, "Huh? What?" I was watching TV or rather, looking at my stuff.
He slid my phone on my back. o_O It was cold. <-- Ikr, weird thing to do. I'm always getting harassed by family members, insects, and even my dogs.
"Oh." Was all I said and asked him, "Where'd you find it?"
He told me, "It was in my pocket."
And I was like, OMG, are you kidding me?! You got me all red and panicking when it was ALL YOUR FAULT. -.-
The end. :] Screw me.
My phone sucks. biggrin I used to be able to text message, for like a month or two, but my parents took THAT away. >.>
Btw, I'm really tired, maybe I'll be able to sleep a lot earlier today...
It all started when I walked out of the house. My dad was just about to close the door behind us when he said, "Oh, can you go get your phone?" I paused and thought, "Uh oh. Well... I don't know where it is... but maybe I could just make up an excuse that's true... o_o Complex." I sort of turned red... and replied, "Okay!"
I ran back inside the house and slowly searched for my phone even though I knew I couldn't find it but I just know maybe it would pop up someday. Maybe so...
It didn't. I failed and came back with the lamest excuse I could've thought of as the moment I walked back out, seeing my dad standing there. I told him, "I can't find it! :c I put it on the table and it's not there!"
I knew that he would be really mad and would scold me for losing the phone once again in the house. To be honest, I hadn't remember where the last time I put it. The only thing I remembered was when I had it in my hand while we were in the car, driving to L.A.
Instead, he said, "How weird. Are you sure you checked everywhere?"
"Yea, I checked... Still nothing."
He wasn't mad... but surely, disappointed and told me to go back and check again. I did. And I came back empty handed.
He told me, "Oh well, let's just go anyways."
We headed to our car and I sat either in the middle or back seat.
After going to Sears, we headed home and I jumped right into my seat, turning on my computer. My dad just does his own stuffs and says, "Look for that phone."
I tell him, "OK."
After a couple hours, I was still on my computer. My dad walked by me and once again told me to look for my phone. This time, I turned off my computer and made a move. I looked under the tables, on top of the tables, around the tables, on the couch, under the couch seats, on the computer tables, and many more. I still couldn't find it. I was watching TV at the same time too. xd
So, I told him, "I can't find it, daddy..." since I really couldn't find my phone anywhere.
He calmly said, "Well, try looking for it again!"
So I did. And eventually I gave up, not so long after 5 - 15 minutes of looking for it. I started doing other stuffs. After a couple hours later, my dad came out of his room and said, "I found it."
I said, "Huh? What?" I was watching TV or rather, looking at my stuff.
He slid my phone on my back. o_O It was cold. <-- Ikr, weird thing to do. I'm always getting harassed by family members, insects, and even my dogs.
"Oh." Was all I said and asked him, "Where'd you find it?"
He told me, "It was in my pocket."
And I was like, OMG, are you kidding me?! You got me all red and panicking when it was ALL YOUR FAULT. -.-
The end. :] Screw me.
