Update and Rant

Wow...soo much shit has gone on in the last months it's fairly incredible. Mona came in early July and left in early August. Some of the activities done during the visit: numerous mall trips day in hershey park day in philadelphia day in harrisburgh two days in new york city rollerskating to the movies for the island to the movies for charlie and the chocolate factory photography of williamsport's millionaires' row visits with family members (more later) In the past month i've managed to total my cell phone. This is how all the shit went down- Part I: I bought the Motorola V3 Razr in June at a Cingular Wireless store for $200 with a 2-year contract. Mona is very big on catching rays (trust me, this all ties into the tradgedy...GEDULD, AUGUSTUS!!!) so we were out on my deck. I was uncomfortable just sitting in the sun so I decided it would be cool to get my sleeping bag and pillow and we could both lay outside and tan while we listened to our headphones. I brought out my cell phone in case anyone would happen to call me (yea...right - tzz, j/k) and set it on the sleeping bag behind me...NOW!, I remembered that I forgot to go get some water so, to cause a laugh or at least a raised eyebrow from Mona, I did a simple back-roll from a laying position placing my knee firmly in the outside display screen (glass and liquid crystal display) of my beautiful phone (Please see photo below). I wanted to cry, but was unable to because of the sheer "irony" (excuse my free use of the word no matter how incorrect it really is) of the situation of me destroying my own phone that I had just aquired two months prior. Mind you, the inside display was perfectly fine, but the outside was totally damaged with the LCD (when lit) only displaying some abstract purple shit. Part II: Mona and I were in Hershey Park the day before the second tradgedy where I bought a bag of Limited Edition Hershey Nuggets with Loa Nuts and Toasted Coconut. I placed the bag in my black Fuse TV cinch sack with the rest of my things that I usually tote around with me...gum, digital camera, wallet, cell phone, ipod, etc. May I mention, that because of the trip to Hershey (only about two hours, but still) my dad had opened a bag of bought ice and dumped it into the cooler in the back of the car that we took to Hershey to store bottles of water for the four of us on the way down. Day after Hershey: We got up and went galavantin' around local areas...went to Wal-Mart specifically to look for a headphone-splitter for my iPod so Mona and I could both listen together, which I found for el cheapo - about seven bucks. BEFORE going into Wal-Mart, I placed my cinch sack with my shit in it into the cooler in the back so as the chocolate would not melt from the intense and hellish heat. Two hours later: while sitting in the parking lot of Wegman's with Mona as mom and dad were in picking up some prescriptions, I remembered that I had bought the headphone splitter and wanted to see if it would work. I hurriedly ripped open the package and remembered that the iPod was in the cinch sack in the back in the cooler with the chocolate. I got out of the car. Unknowingly at the time, I reached into the cooler and felt around for the sack. Strangely, the air in the cooler was somewhat vaporous and humid...I only wrote it off as being normal for something airtight on a hot day...I reached a little deeper into the cooler...ice cold water enveloping my bag of electronics. From what I remember, the following sentences were infused with a "fuck" so strong and tangible that even Hitler would have fallen backwards in ecstasy. I quickly ripped the back out of the cooler and slammed it onto the gravel of the public parking long with probably enough strength to smash the rest of the glass out of my phone. I quickly rooted through the bag trying to find my iPod. Phone...camera...wallet...gum - all were there except the iPod (thank god I had forgotten it at home). I could only laugh that the phone still fuking worked - talk about a survivor. The camera is also perfectly fine, as are the other articles contained therein. Mona couldn't help but laugh at the pure "irony" (see above note, asshole) of it. <=and I most certainly do not blame her. ^So, that's the story of my phone^. I've visited two different Cingular stores (looking for some random worker who's pissed with their job and will replace it for free, but, no go joe).