Done with first week of classes
SO today wasn't horrible and the weather was kindof in my favor. I managed ride my road bike for my 9am class. Even though the damn tire had to be changed yesterday, such a tedious job. Right off work around 11:30pm is when I changed the tires. Afterward, exhuasted and ecstatic like a six year old experiencing his first bike without training wheels. I took a little tour around the area for a good hour contemplating about sorts. I was in a trance the whole time, as I road down several blocks thinking about Julia ( blah blah ), my life ( kill myself ), and my cellphone that got stolen at the Jinx the other night ( fuckity, fuck ). The celly' oh that's another story. By the time, I arrived to my apartment, Ben my roommate just walks in. I sat in my room the whole time, it looks really bad right now. I'll clean it sunday.
My cellphone! It had to be one of those shady new MC's that came out to freestyle that night. I sat my cellphone next to my keys exactly where I put them everytime, underneath the subwoofer connectors. It was a perfect hiding area, and usually most of the b-boys place there bags around it. Unfortunately, I go to grab my keys and the damn cellphone nowhere to be found.I went to the bartender and asked if anyone reported a missing phone. Tony the bartender was really cool, and said if he seen any he'd call the first contact. He told me he'll check once the sweepers finished the floor maintenance and to check back tomorrow. I went back yesterday and no luck, today I figured the best thing to do was to cancel phone service. Instead, I did both cancelled the other phone and bought a new cellphone of the same model. It cost me $145 which I tried to talk my way into dropping service price, but without my pops around and the phone bill in his name. I didn't have much of a voice, it wasn't in for an upgrade and the phone had no insurance so I had no other choice. So another payment I'll be crediting along with college supplies.
I didn't relize how so depent I am without the damn thing until I lose it. Just like the time Rob and I went to PLUSH and got our phones malfunctioned from the foam party. I lost atleast 120 numbers on that thing, and none of them I remember. I have a bill list of so many fuckin' names I don't freakin remember who is who. My mom's number and home number is all I got now, so if any of you call me, give me your name please.. I hate blind calling, especially when I got so many girls on dial, I'd hate to offend any of them.
My cellphone! It had to be one of those shady new MC's that came out to freestyle that night. I sat my cellphone next to my keys exactly where I put them everytime, underneath the subwoofer connectors. It was a perfect hiding area, and usually most of the b-boys place there bags around it. Unfortunately, I go to grab my keys and the damn cellphone nowhere to be found.I went to the bartender and asked if anyone reported a missing phone. Tony the bartender was really cool, and said if he seen any he'd call the first contact. He told me he'll check once the sweepers finished the floor maintenance and to check back tomorrow. I went back yesterday and no luck, today I figured the best thing to do was to cancel phone service. Instead, I did both cancelled the other phone and bought a new cellphone of the same model. It cost me $145 which I tried to talk my way into dropping service price, but without my pops around and the phone bill in his name. I didn't have much of a voice, it wasn't in for an upgrade and the phone had no insurance so I had no other choice. So another payment I'll be crediting along with college supplies.
I didn't relize how so depent I am without the damn thing until I lose it. Just like the time Rob and I went to PLUSH and got our phones malfunctioned from the foam party. I lost atleast 120 numbers on that thing, and none of them I remember. I have a bill list of so many fuckin' names I don't freakin remember who is who. My mom's number and home number is all I got now, so if any of you call me, give me your name please.. I hate blind calling, especially when I got so many girls on dial, I'd hate to offend any of them.