Oh god, life feels void now.
Every morning, I reach above my bed and try to find my non-existent iTouch.
I get out of bed, then change and reach into my pockets to see twitter and facebook posts through my non-existent iTouch.
I reach school, and start to have an urge to watch MadTV videos and realize I still dont have my iTouch.
Bleagh, yes, my iTouch got confiscated by the King Kong.
Was using it in class when she walked past, and made me hand it over to her.
sadface.
I wrote an apology letter (how embarrassing!) already but she still hasnt replied.
Im trying to argue that I was using it for researching on the Somalian pirates, but I dont know if I had closed the LoL app before I handed it to her.
Oh well, iTouch gone feels like a part of me ripped out.