Comfort

Currently listening to: The Invisibility Cloak/The Library Scene from Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone

I am supposed to be sleeping now, but my mind kept going back to the Nokia 6600, and some other stuff, so I got back up to check up on the phone and its specs. As is turns out, it wasn't a Nokia 6600 that I had seen on Saturday night, but rather a Nokia 6500S. Which would explain the colour difference, though I had initially thought that the model came in different colours.

Anyway, I prefer the Nokia 6600. Which is cool. Because then I won't be getting the same phone as my friend. It's not a big deal, but it's always nice to get something different.

I am now contemplating on extorting my parents for the phone, using my special day as the reason. I know it doesn't seem right; I mean, I am already working woman. I should not be asking my parents to buy me anything anymore.

However, having run through the idea in my head too many times now, I am almost convinced that it is necessary. Because I am in need of comfort. Any kind of comfort. And since I have been unable to get comfort from every other possible sources that I can think of (friends, work, solitude, random drives, beach, food, music, Internet, movies, etc) I am left with only one: materialistic comfort.

I know that materialistic comfort does not last long, but a moment of comfort is better than nothing I suppose. I'll take what I can get. For now.

Gosh I am hopeless.