my phone is freaking out.
my cats are freaking out.
and i am close to freaking out.
i didn't even (recently) drop my phone, an lg shine, or get it wet. it's been on the bathroom counter while i was taking a shower, so i suppose a drop of water or two might have landed on it, but that shouldn't make the keys all tweaky like they are now. when i got out of the shower i picked it up cuz it was making dialing noises and then it started writing 454545454546666666666, so i shut it down, then i turned it back on and the little joystick thingie didn't work right, now certain buttons aren't doing what they're supposed to. ahh!
i think my cats might just have got into some speed, maybe.
and i'm freaking out because tomorrow is it. it. as in i'm doing it and losing it and giving it to him.
exciting, right?
i'm full of mixed emotions.
there's excitement at the front. i mean this is a guy i reallllllllly like, might even love, and i know he'll treat me right, and i know he'll make it an amazing experience. i want it to be him.
there's also apprehension. part of me is gonna worry about the whole protection thing like crazy.
i mean, it's success rate is 98% and knowing my luck, i'd be one of those two girls out of a hundred where it doesn't work. but it's a risk i'm willing to take.
wow. so here it goes, huh?
