Unlike Paris, who's cell phone's name is Cecil (she's says that's Cecil is a girl name, but most people she talks to disagree. What do you think?), my cell phone does not have a name. I don't have anything against naming electronics (I'm sure you've read about Paris' PINK laptop named Patrick), but its just kind of.......well, for lack of a better or more suitable word....its just WEIRD. My cell phone does not have a name. It does not need a name. Its a cell phone. When I'm searching the house looking for it, I don't say "Where's Susan?!" Or James. Or Mr. Prickleworth. Its just "my cell phone." Or "my phone." Or, my most favorite of all "Where's my CELLULAR DEVICE?!?!?!!!!" Haha, isn't that fun to say? You should say it out loud, right now. Cellular device. Wasn't that great? Now imagine getting to yell that throughout the house. Its a whole new level of fun. AND it really is a cellular device. So its not just a weird name-its what my phone is: my cellular device.
But really, I think its kind of funny to name your cell phone, so its ok:)
I think my cell phone is alive. It can breath!!!
Well, not all of the time-but it does. I don't always keep my phone with me like some people do. Its usually sitting in my room or on the kitchen table. And because of this, I don't always hear it when it rings so I keep the volume turned up all the way. Then when it starts to ring, I scramble up the stairs to get to it so I can answer the phone, but sometimes I don't make it in time. I bought I ringtone from iTunes that I really like, its "Beautiful, Beautiful" by Franchesca Battistellie (I know I spelled that name COMPLETELY wrong, and I'm sorry). When my phone rings,thats the song that blares through the speakers. And right before it happens my cellular device starts to vibrate, and I KNOW that I can hear my phone inhale a deep breath before it sings at the top of its lungs. I know it. I meant to tell Paris about this, but never had a chance. The other day, after my phone had finished singing out my ringtone, and as I was thinking about how funny it was that it could breath, Paris is like, "Your phone takes a big breath before the ringtone goes off!" And I'm like, "I know! I thought the same thing!!" And I'm very happy, because I'm not the only one to think that, and not being alone is a very good feeling.
~Madi
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 13, 2010
Memories
Memories. We all have them. But - for me at least - memories are mostly connected with sight. With things I can see, like Christmas trees, beach buckets, and pictures. But I love those rare moments where my memories are connected with my other senses as well, like sound, smell, taste, and feel.
But maybe they aren't that rare. I think that lots of times I just notice them subconsciously. As I was taking some towels out of the dryer today, I held them against my face and inhaled. I paused. Hhhmmm, that smells familiar. I inhaled again, and thought of my great grandmother's house. Of nice elderly people. I smiled at the memories those towels brought, even though it wasn't of a specific time, those towels smelt familiar.
My cousin was visiting once, and she had brought some perfume with her. When I smelled it, it imediately reminded me of a toy I had had in pre-school. Weird. But it did, and it brings back great memories and feelings of when I was a little kid.
A couple summers ago, my favorite CD to listen to was BarlowGirl. I listened to it 24/7. One song in particular I loved, and once kept it on repeat for the entire night. (Yeah, I didn't sleep very well that night, but its still a good song:) The next summer, I dug the CD out from one of my drawers and listened to it. I came to that one song, and paused to listen. It made me kind of sad, thinking about the year that had gone by, and all of the change that had taken place. I thought about stuff that I used to think about when I had listened to the song before.
Memories.
When I eat snow, like I did today, the familiar taste reminds me of all the other times I've done it in my life. Sometimes certain fabrics I feel remind me of stuffed animals I used to have, and of being seven-years-old. I love memories. But sometimes they make me sad.
One day, I'll have things that remind me of my life now. Of when I was fourteen. And I'll think about how long ago that was, and how much time has passed and things have changed.
One day.
~Madi
But maybe they aren't that rare. I think that lots of times I just notice them subconsciously. As I was taking some towels out of the dryer today, I held them against my face and inhaled. I paused. Hhhmmm, that smells familiar. I inhaled again, and thought of my great grandmother's house. Of nice elderly people. I smiled at the memories those towels brought, even though it wasn't of a specific time, those towels smelt familiar.
My cousin was visiting once, and she had brought some perfume with her. When I smelled it, it imediately reminded me of a toy I had had in pre-school. Weird. But it did, and it brings back great memories and feelings of when I was a little kid.
A couple summers ago, my favorite CD to listen to was BarlowGirl. I listened to it 24/7. One song in particular I loved, and once kept it on repeat for the entire night. (Yeah, I didn't sleep very well that night, but its still a good song:) The next summer, I dug the CD out from one of my drawers and listened to it. I came to that one song, and paused to listen. It made me kind of sad, thinking about the year that had gone by, and all of the change that had taken place. I thought about stuff that I used to think about when I had listened to the song before.
Memories.
When I eat snow, like I did today, the familiar taste reminds me of all the other times I've done it in my life. Sometimes certain fabrics I feel remind me of stuffed animals I used to have, and of being seven-years-old. I love memories. But sometimes they make me sad.
One day, I'll have things that remind me of my life now. Of when I was fourteen. And I'll think about how long ago that was, and how much time has passed and things have changed.
One day.
~Madi
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