Carolime Time

St. Anthony and My Phone

i’m really really annoyed that i’ve lost my phone.

ok, i know i can buy a new one. but you don’t understand how many phone numbers i’ve stored in that SIM card from the past 4yrs.
it’s like all my schmoozing and networking has gone down the drain. what have i worked for if i’ve lost it all in a measly phone?
and what if i need some text action? who am i going to message with a new phone book?

another major reason i’m so upset is because i have never lost a phone.
i’ve not even ‘lost’ a set of keys since i was 8yrs old. i mean, i’ve misplaced them, or left them in another city..but i always know where everything i misplace is. make sense? never lost a purse, hug my wallet close..one time, i stayed at a family’s friend’s place and i think someone they knew stole some money from me. but that was about it…

i’m really messy and have the most cluttered room, but i know where everything is in it–even when i’ve had my 1hr freakouts over money i’ve hidden from myself..or accuse everyone and their mother of stealing my ipod/best friend’s Star of David earrings..yes, i asked my Palestinian friends if their Arab (Muslim-bred) friend may have taken Dinah’s earrings…..uggggggh

I’m so annoyed..i am convinced I have not lost this phone..I have called it, and it dials..it doesn’t go straight to the machine..so it’s on…it would go to the machine directly if someone was using it for themselves, right? and it would’ve died by now if they were using it..unless they bought a charger..I really just want the SIM card, you don’t know what I’d do for that SIM card…all the text messages!!! I HAVE WRITTEN STORIES TO MYSELF ON MY TEXT MESSAGES!!! whoever finds this is going to be invading my privacy..

i just had to let this all out..
now i have to go to Montreal without a phone…
well, first i’ll do another search for my phone.

you know what the worst part is?
i know if i were to just say a prayer to st. anthony, the next thing i pick up would be my phone. everyone knows my history with st. anthony. but i can’t. for i am not a good Catholic girl, and I can’t pretend to be just so I can find the phone. my faith in st anthony, for some reason, has always stood apart from the religion..can’t quite explain it..
one day, ask me about my experiences with st anthony..
from a cat to a box of gold jewelry to everything i hide from myself..to a laptop left at the school pub (tania’s)…sigh..st anthony knowwwws.

and here’s a cherry on top…i’ve fought with everyone today, i want to punch a wall. i want to quit my job and go live in a box.
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–note–i found the phone right after i wrote this entry. I’m SURE it has NOTHING to do with St. Anthony’s name being discussed here;)