My phone

In its original form, this post was supposed to go a little something like this:
Sunday night, I left my phone charger in Reagans car and I cannot retrieve it until Friday when she can drag her butt up here to give it to me. So until then I shall exist in a sad state. One without a phone.

I know have to trudge through the day without any means of communicating with the world not around me. I might as well be Amish.

This is where I'd say that if you're one of the 5 people who text me on a regular basis, I don't newly hate you. If you're the rest of the world, this doesn't effect you in the least.

Then I'd drone on about how difficult life has been since I haven't been able to text or call people, and I'd probably do it like an old pioneers journal or letter to home. You know like:
Pa,

Today has been harder than yesterday, without any communication with the outside world I darn near think I've been rekilectin' those days by the river where you'd take me a fishin' and teach me how to survive in the wilderness if I ever had to. Well Pa, this is worse.

Etc. Etc.

Blah blah blah, the worlds tiniest violin, playing just for you.

But that is not how this post goes.

This post goes like: Sunday night I came back to school from home, only to realize that I had left my phone charger in Reagans car.

See it starts off the same, but ends very differently.

Two nights ago, I assumed that my phone would be dead in a matter of minutes, seeing as how it was flashing the little help-me-I'm-dying thingy up in the corner (Yes, that's the technical term). I shed a tiny tear of unearthly sadness. I would be cut off from the world for what would seem like an eternity.

But today, for some weird reason, I looked at my phone, perhaps out of habit, and it was still on.

What? How can this be? Is it some sort of miracle?

I saw that I had a number of texts, quickly responded to them, and waited for it to die a heroes death.

I checked it a few minutes later, and someone had responded, to my response. Confused, I responded to that response to my response, and waited for it to slowly die a heroes death.

But I kept getting texts.

I continuously checked it through out the day, and while it still blinked "Battery Low" but even still, it lasted for hours and hours later.

It was seriously the weirdest thing ever. It was like Hanukkah, but for my cell phone.

I cannot stress how weird it was. I mean, this phone should have been dead a long time ago, but it was still alive and kicking.

And this is where I could relate it to something deep, but I really don't feel like it. Make your own meaningful connections, lazy!

But yeah, it's dead now. All good things must come to an and, and everything that lives must die. But like the phoenix, it shall rise again from the flame of its destruction. I have faith in you little crappy phoenix phone.

I'm pretty sure this qualifies as my obligatory "Kirsten Johnson my phone is dead. If you're trying to get a hold of me catch me on here" status. But like I said, it'd be pretentious since there are only like 4 people I text who I don't see on a regular basis.

Meh. I might die. This shall indeed be very difficult.