Free Food
I first grew concerned when my sweat didn't taste salty. I had been drinking water all day because, well, it's what I do. But damn it's hot outside. So I drank some more and continued to tend my garden. I planted okra, and it's doing nicely.
Brian's bike got stolen, then found 3 days later. Someone took it for a 400 mile joyride. Then laid it down trying to outrun a game warden. Off road. On a street bike. I thought it was going to be stripped down that weekend, but thankfully it was some moron who had just recently been released from jail for... stealing a motorcycle.
UTI graduation was nothing spectacular. Except for the spectacle of me graduating. The parents and Kyle came over for the day. Took me out to dinner. My mom told our waitress all about my graduation. They decided I should wear a giant sombrero while they sing the restaurant's happy birthday song to me. Only instead of 'birthday' they said 'graduation.' It didn't quite fit into the song. At least I got some free desert out of it. By chance Bryan Garcia and his family where at the same restaurant. Brian saw what had happened at our table, thought it was funny. I asked if he wanted to wear the hat. He declined. Unfortunately for him, he had to wear it anyway as my mom told the waitress that he had also graduated. The gave him the same song and dance routine.
I finally got tired of my RAZR not working. I took it completely apart when I went back to Austin for Trevor's birthday. There was, as expected, lots of corrosion on the various circuit boards inside. I cleaned them all, cleaned the case, put it back together. No change. Backlight still didn't work. Camera still didn't work. Then two days later I lost all signal and all it would say is 'no service.' So I went to the AT&T store and got a new phone. A Samsung A237.
Brian's bike got stolen, then found 3 days later. Someone took it for a 400 mile joyride. Then laid it down trying to outrun a game warden. Off road. On a street bike. I thought it was going to be stripped down that weekend, but thankfully it was some moron who had just recently been released from jail for... stealing a motorcycle.
UTI graduation was nothing spectacular. Except for the spectacle of me graduating. The parents and Kyle came over for the day. Took me out to dinner. My mom told our waitress all about my graduation. They decided I should wear a giant sombrero while they sing the restaurant's happy birthday song to me. Only instead of 'birthday' they said 'graduation.' It didn't quite fit into the song. At least I got some free desert out of it. By chance Bryan Garcia and his family where at the same restaurant. Brian saw what had happened at our table, thought it was funny. I asked if he wanted to wear the hat. He declined. Unfortunately for him, he had to wear it anyway as my mom told the waitress that he had also graduated. The gave him the same song and dance routine.
I finally got tired of my RAZR not working. I took it completely apart when I went back to Austin for Trevor's birthday. There was, as expected, lots of corrosion on the various circuit boards inside. I cleaned them all, cleaned the case, put it back together. No change. Backlight still didn't work. Camera still didn't work. Then two days later I lost all signal and all it would say is 'no service.' So I went to the AT&T store and got a new phone. A Samsung A237.