The Internet Whore

My mum thinks I am an Internet whore. (No, she did not say it in that many words and yes, I am.)

But.

BUT.

I am actually only Facebook, Blogger, and Twitter whore. Whereas my mum thinks that I am a chat whore. Which I am TOTALLY not. I am almost always offline on all the chat things. Or invisible.

So bottom line: My mother is wrong. WRONG. And as usual, I am not. *puppy face*

Okay, that's it. :P

Irritating!!!!

I don't get it. How can people not put their phones on silent when they enter the movie theatre? Shouldn't this be common sense by now. YOU just picture out how hard it is not to hate someone when his/her phone fucking rings in the middle of the movie and the ringing phone guy never just rejects the call or walks out embarrassed to answer the call. No, that would be too considerate. He lets it ring some more, trying to ignore it as the film goes on. And then he finally rejects it, which prompts the person calling him to call again. And you'd think that somewhere along the way, he'd realize that maybe the best course of action is to either turn off the fucking phone or put it on fucking silent. But no, fucking no. FUCKING NO. And then you'd think that everyone, already having seen how fucking annoying a ringing phone in the theatre is, would all put their phones on silent. But then you're met with the Bhaag DK bose ringtone and the very familiar nokia ringone, and hundreds of messages received throughout the whole movie.