Week of Death, the saga continues
I decided that as a way for me to cope with this horrible disaster in my life that I'd just continue to record the things that are unfolding as the days roll ever so painfully on.
Yesterday was like the moment you see your doom but not exactly reaching the end. I woke up completely forgetting what had happend, but it only took 5 minutes of conciousness to let it hit me. I went to the DMV at around 8am, thankfully without incident since I was lisence-less. I was amazed at how long the line was, and the wait was even longer. I sat there for almost an hour just to get a window. Fortunately, the lady who helped me out was one of those serious-looking but very-much-lighthearted types. I thought that I was done the moment I turned my form in, so I started to leave. "Hey wait, you're not finished yet," She exclaimed. "You do want to drive, don't you?" I walked out with my temporary lisence, and a dreaded feeling: now that the ID was being processed and mailed to my house, I now had a deadline to call my parents before the items came in.
Feeling very hungry, I drove to the nearest Bank of America to pull out some cash. A little girl was with her mom. She was running around and playing with the nylon line-barriers. God how I miss my childhood.
I got up to the teller and I told her my situation. She said, "Are you forreal? Cause a guy 2 weeks ago came here and told me the same thing, that's why he had to get money too. I think it happend in Newport Beach." What an interesting turn of event, I thought.
After moping around the grocery store, I ended up back in the apartment and headed to class.
Class was typical in that I fell asleep. However, I wanted to meet up with my classmate whom I'm supposed to do a project with. He was the guy I ended up ditching cause all my shit was stolen, and instead of being at the beach for a meager hour and a half, I ended up being there for 4 hours at night. I couldn't find him anywhere, and I cursed myself for not having a cellphone.
I walked to the store where our Student ID's are processed and saw one of my roomates...I guess flings? I forget her name whether it's Jessica or Jennifer. Anyways she was all bubbly and I totally lost track of the notebooks that I was carrying when I left. I had to go back and get them.
Lunch was fun because there's two things that take my mind off of this whole dillema: eating and being sleep deprived.
Before I left to finish off the school day, I decided to drop by the front desk to see how much re-keying would cost. $180. More fucking spending.
After the last class I went home and got the last thing I ordered on the internet before the people at the beach stole my card. It's the Full Metal Alchemist moive "Conqueror of Shambala." The movie is only sliced into 3 chapters, so at first I thought that the online store ripped me off and only decided to only give me part of the movie. After fastforwarding through it, I found out that wasn't the case. The subtitles are quite hilarious.
My cousin Joe came by at 6:30 to have some in and out with me. He suggested that I get my mom's cellphone account number (since the family plan is under her name) and probably could get the phone tracked down by his friends who work at cingular. After he said that, I became curious as to what the people who stole my phone were doing with it, so I called my voice mail. Another one of my cousins, Albert, left me one inviting me to his children's birthday party on Saturday, but it was in Tagalog. And the other thing was that I hadn't checked my voicemail all day until then, but it was listed as a saved message from that day. The people who stole my phone were listening to my voicemail, but they were considerate to leave at least one of the messages intact.
Joe then blurted out, "Aw shit. They have my phone number, great job you goober." I realized just then that those people had access to all the people's numbers that I stored on the phone. The feeling of lethargy and dread seeped back into my system. Joe continued, "Your whole family might have to get new phones..." "WHAT!?" I seriously hope that that doesn't happen. I'm already in such deep shit that more would just make me want to stay in bed. I honestly can't take this anymore.
My cousin dropped me off at the science library and I did some of my project and studied with the people I was waiting for. I got home at around 2am thanks to Nikko's generous driving skills. I cancelled my phone, and went to bed.
Thankfully I got the project that's due today done (in a more or less half-assed way). One down, 2 more to go, and 2 tests to go too. I plan to talk to my professor today to see if I can get the Wednesday exam pushed to friday morning. Hopefully she will see that this whole trauma was not fabricated...but I won't put all my hopes on it. I'm about ready to fail a couple classes. I just don't know what's going to happen anymore. I'm deciding to do summer school after I graduate, but I don't really know how that will turn out. I'm not bothered about that as much as what I'm about to do after class ...
Today is when I call my parents.
Yesterday was like the moment you see your doom but not exactly reaching the end. I woke up completely forgetting what had happend, but it only took 5 minutes of conciousness to let it hit me. I went to the DMV at around 8am, thankfully without incident since I was lisence-less. I was amazed at how long the line was, and the wait was even longer. I sat there for almost an hour just to get a window. Fortunately, the lady who helped me out was one of those serious-looking but very-much-lighthearted types. I thought that I was done the moment I turned my form in, so I started to leave. "Hey wait, you're not finished yet," She exclaimed. "You do want to drive, don't you?" I walked out with my temporary lisence, and a dreaded feeling: now that the ID was being processed and mailed to my house, I now had a deadline to call my parents before the items came in.
Feeling very hungry, I drove to the nearest Bank of America to pull out some cash. A little girl was with her mom. She was running around and playing with the nylon line-barriers. God how I miss my childhood.
I got up to the teller and I told her my situation. She said, "Are you forreal? Cause a guy 2 weeks ago came here and told me the same thing, that's why he had to get money too. I think it happend in Newport Beach." What an interesting turn of event, I thought.
After moping around the grocery store, I ended up back in the apartment and headed to class.
Class was typical in that I fell asleep. However, I wanted to meet up with my classmate whom I'm supposed to do a project with. He was the guy I ended up ditching cause all my shit was stolen, and instead of being at the beach for a meager hour and a half, I ended up being there for 4 hours at night. I couldn't find him anywhere, and I cursed myself for not having a cellphone.
I walked to the store where our Student ID's are processed and saw one of my roomates...I guess flings? I forget her name whether it's Jessica or Jennifer. Anyways she was all bubbly and I totally lost track of the notebooks that I was carrying when I left. I had to go back and get them.
Lunch was fun because there's two things that take my mind off of this whole dillema: eating and being sleep deprived.
Before I left to finish off the school day, I decided to drop by the front desk to see how much re-keying would cost. $180. More fucking spending.
After the last class I went home and got the last thing I ordered on the internet before the people at the beach stole my card. It's the Full Metal Alchemist moive "Conqueror of Shambala." The movie is only sliced into 3 chapters, so at first I thought that the online store ripped me off and only decided to only give me part of the movie. After fastforwarding through it, I found out that wasn't the case. The subtitles are quite hilarious.
My cousin Joe came by at 6:30 to have some in and out with me. He suggested that I get my mom's cellphone account number (since the family plan is under her name) and probably could get the phone tracked down by his friends who work at cingular. After he said that, I became curious as to what the people who stole my phone were doing with it, so I called my voice mail. Another one of my cousins, Albert, left me one inviting me to his children's birthday party on Saturday, but it was in Tagalog. And the other thing was that I hadn't checked my voicemail all day until then, but it was listed as a saved message from that day. The people who stole my phone were listening to my voicemail, but they were considerate to leave at least one of the messages intact.
Joe then blurted out, "Aw shit. They have my phone number, great job you goober." I realized just then that those people had access to all the people's numbers that I stored on the phone. The feeling of lethargy and dread seeped back into my system. Joe continued, "Your whole family might have to get new phones..." "WHAT!?" I seriously hope that that doesn't happen. I'm already in such deep shit that more would just make me want to stay in bed. I honestly can't take this anymore.
My cousin dropped me off at the science library and I did some of my project and studied with the people I was waiting for. I got home at around 2am thanks to Nikko's generous driving skills. I cancelled my phone, and went to bed.
Thankfully I got the project that's due today done (in a more or less half-assed way). One down, 2 more to go, and 2 tests to go too. I plan to talk to my professor today to see if I can get the Wednesday exam pushed to friday morning. Hopefully she will see that this whole trauma was not fabricated...but I won't put all my hopes on it. I'm about ready to fail a couple classes. I just don't know what's going to happen anymore. I'm deciding to do summer school after I graduate, but I don't really know how that will turn out. I'm not bothered about that as much as what I'm about to do after class ...
Today is when I call my parents.