The Young Bubble

Hi bubblies, I think TYB suddenly got a bunch of new bubblies, or maybe a few  really steadfast bubblies. Anyways, I just want to be accountable for the words I am to spill onto this screen: I'll write once a month minimum; I'll create a schedule to help me sail through the net year because ts mighty packed. I'll exercise my faith diligently by working hand in hand with God; I will minimize my feelings of incompetency, jealousy, lust, revenge, and self-pity. Keep me accountable. I'll try my best to do so myself. its been weightless, see you next time. TYB

So I have a tale to tell. I have been without mobile device for long a time and lived to tell about it. It all started on a warm Tuesday evening. April 8 2014 to be exact. My classmates and I were in the process of executing a Chinese fire drill,  when my phone fell, sliding under the car as I was trying to occupy the front passenger seat. Scared,  I quickly grasped at it praying the light didn't turn green. The people in the car behind us laughed as I scrambled for it... and finally got it within the confines of my hand. Phew. My classmates and I thought to go have lunch at Chipotle and we did. Before we went into the store I was torn between taking my phone or not. You see my phone was almost out of battery. On one hand I thought it was pointless carrying around a dead phone but then maybe I should take it. (I don't know why I did that because it's not like I wanted to charge it.  I know that because I did not take the charger.)  Very regretful decision. I only realiz

I didn't look forward to it but I didn't hate it either. Having another being share my room with me was something I had lived with all my life save the last few months. Then one day I came home and the airy feel of my room was diminished: the open empty  space under my bed that filtered light in was darkened by storage bins; my organized  loosely packed closet was blessed with many a box. I thought perhaps my mother had thought my room could serve as storage for some inexplicable reason and I would reason explicably with her. Then  explicable realization- my aunt had said she'd be coming over to d tayfor quite a while. Since I was in school, I left home early and cameback late. And it just so happened that my aunt was working nights and sleeping days. So we never saw each other for three good days. When she did see me, she seemed angry put off and some of what she was feeling was directed at me. I came in said hi, I mean cuz I already knew she was in the house and I was