Stupid Evil Pond

Not Amy Pond, who is awesome.

I'm talking about THE STUPID EVIL POND that destroyed my newish phone. Okay, okay, it might have been mostly partly my fault, but I'm still sad/angry about it.

I went to the park today and a few of my new kind of-friends and I went down to the stream. In the middle of this stream, there is a beaver pond. So it may have been partly the beavers' fault as well. At one end of the pond there are hanging branches that you have to bend over to move past the pond. (Pond, pond, pond. I'm saying "pond" a lot in this post.) I was bending over to get past the branches and—KABOOM, SPLASH!—I'm on my butt in the water. Of course, I had my cell phone in my pocket. A pocket that was now soaking wet. So I told my new kind of-friends, "I have to go back, my mom's going to kill me."

As it turns out, my mom did not kill me. She was really understanding when I showed her my phone and the cuts on my hand that I got when I was angstily stomping back to the playground. So now I'm at home, eating Jaffa cakes and posting about the stupid pond that killed my phone. I just took a shower, too, so I'm feeling better. I think I must be having mood swings or something, because ten minutes ago I was crying over my new phone and now I'm really happy about having Jaffa cakes.

The funny thing is that I've been to that park before with the same group of people and someone else fell in the pond, only about seven feet away, and got his iPod wet. I wish that hadn't happened, because he was all okay with it and I started actually crying over my phone. Which just goes to show you how emotional I can be.