Okay, so here's what happened.

Some of you may have heard that I sent my mom a rather strange text message today. 

So, here's what happened. I went to the Tate Modern with my friend Jessica because we don't have class on Wednesdays, so we thought we would take a break from reading to go culture ourselves. 

Another friend, Monika, was going to meet us there, but got held up doing her Econ homework with her study group. She told us to call her when we left so that, if she decided to come, she wouldn't be coming just was we were leaving. 

Well, because I'm an idiot, I forgot to call her when we were leaving. I remembered just as we were going down the escalator into the Tube (subway). She didn't answer, so I sent her a text message that said, "coming home." 

Once in the tube, I have no service, so I did this really quickly while on the escalator. 

When I got home I asked Monika if she had got my text message. She hadn't, which I thought was strange. 

I came into my room, signed online and my dad called me on Skype and asked me if I was okay. I could tell something was wrong by the sound of his voice. I said yes, and asked him why he was asking me if I was okay. 

Because, he said, your mom got a text message from you saying you were coming home. 

In my phone "Mom's Cell" comes right before "Monika." 

As my grandpa would say, ¡Andale! 

So, I basically sent my parents, and who ever they told from the time it took me to get from the south bank of the Thames back to my Central London dorm room, into panic attacks and states of heightened blood pressure because I don't know how to properly use my piece of honkey-ass crap cell phone properly. 

I'm incredibly sorry. 

I assure you, I am fine. I posted some pictures to prove it. 

This, my family and friends, is another one of many reasons why I HATE text messaging.