A Week of Bizarre Events

It all started last Monday, when I was delivering The Odyssey to the Greek houses. Everything was normal, blah blah blah, then I realized I didn't have my phone. I just had it circa two minutes earlier, reading a text. Thinking I accidently left it on top of a stack of newspapers on a doorstep of a Greek house, I begrudgingly drove back and took the time to walk up the paths of the previous four houses I delivered papers to. Not there. I AM A PRODUCT OF GENERATION Y, PEOPLE. I DON'T DO WELL WHEN I'M NOT CONNECTED TO THE WORLD. I only have a certain amount of time to deliver all the papers before class starts every Monday, so I just told myself it was lost in my car somewhere and continued to deliver the papers. I was running out of time. Finally, I just stopped right there in front of the Chi O house and frantically tore apart my car for, oh, about 15 minutes, cursing just like my daddy would have in such a situation. hah. DIDN'T FIND IT. Then my car makes the beeping "I'm out of gas" sound. I refuse to ever run out of gas and be forced to carry one of those red gas holder things and fill my car like it's a jet ski. I hope to never hit that level of rock bottom. So I was forced to drive all the way to a gas station on Frankford, OUT OF MY WAY, MIND YOU. All this while without a phone. Probably haven't gone this long without my lucky charm since mid 8th grade, when I didn't have a cell phone quite yet.

After getting gas, it's clear I won't make it to class on time, HENCE WON'T MAKE IT TO ANY CLASSES FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE DAY.
This meme is sad but it holds true. 
I head back to Greek circle, don't worry I checked into Foursquare BEFORE I lost my phone, thank gaawwd lolz, and deliver the rest of the papers in a suicidal depression. After more or less throwing the papers at the FIJI house, I went back to the first four houses, where the scene of the accident took place. Retraced all of my steps, and finally FINALLY found my poor little iPhone, dressed in J Crew's finest leopard iPhone case, sad and alone in front of the Sigma Nu house, deserted in the middle of the street. I picked it up and was shocked and horrified at what I saw. Another crack. Only this time, the crack wasn't a crack, more like a bullet shot. It literally looks like my phone was shot. My phone looks like 50 cent.

I tried to take a pic of my iPhone with my iPhone. Didn't work. But it looks exactly like the picture above. It's black and has holes in it. I had planned on getting the crack fixed that week BUT THEN ANOTHER BIZARRE EVENT OCCURRED BEFORE I COULD BLINK.

The next Tuesday morning, I found myself in my usually Tuesday/Thursday routine, running late and riding my bike to Spanish, not yet fully awake. Riding along Memorial Circle, as per usual, I see a bike-cop waving me to come towards him. I acknowledge him, and realize he is probably trying to direct me to go a certain way because of the road construction. So I ride passed him and wave, smiling sort of. La la la, riding along, the psycho races up to me and yells "MAM STOP THE BIKE." Hmmm. So I stop and take a headphone out of one ear.

He says "Do you know what you just did?"
Ummmmm. No?
"I need to see your ID."
I don't bring my ID with me to class.
"Well. What's your name."
Augusta Neal.
"How do you spell Augusta?"
"Do you know what you did, Au-goose-tah?" (mexican)
"Drove wrong side of the street, against traffic."
"If you were a car, where would you go??" (his words, verbatim.)
He then gets on his walky talky thing and retrieves all my info and writes it down on a ticket. When he's off he says, "You're from New Mexico, you should know bike laws. It's a huge bike state."
REALLY???? DON'T YOU GO SASSING ME AT 9 AM THAT I'M NOT A GOOD NEW MEXICAN. YOU CAN'T SPELL "AUGUSTA." I didn't really have a valid argument, so I just stood there and was like hah okay.
AND THEN another bike-cop rides by and says, "Passing out tickets, Garcia! Nice!"
so many thoughts and actions played in my head at that exact moment. I just stood there.

Showed up late to my Spanish class. Professor said "Mas tarde, donde--" ... "I WAS JUST PULLED OVER BY A BIKE COP. A BIKE COP." he laughs. soooo funny. Spanish classes tend to grow attached to each other, so it was okay that I stormed in and cause a fuss. All of them care about my life. In my eyes.

All day the responses have been something to the effect of "Wait, the cop was on a bike? You were on a bike?".... "This never happens to people."........ "He didn't give you a warning???"

$75 dollars later. So rude.

A few more days went by, somewhat of a roller-coaster, 
but mainly a roller-coaster that was only going down. 

Then Saturday happened. Then the roller-coaster ran into the ground full speed. Lying in bed, about to commence a much needed nap after a day of study abroad orientation and community service hours (not of my own free will, sorry, I'm not that saint-like), my phone vibrates with a notification that I received a message on Facebook. I check it. It's from an unidentified male in military attire. Curious. It says something to the effect of oh hey i seen u were kewt n so id added ya.  The painful grammatically incorrect messages kept streaming in from this guy and I responded with short "haha ok"'s and "haha cool"'s for as long as I had stamina for (7 minutes) and then stopped talking to him. He asks for my number (I'm such a hot commodity, I know). In light of everything that week, I thought what the heck (A REGRETTABLE DECISION ON MY PART) and so we started texting. Then he wants to skype. UM NO???? I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU. I told him my skype was broken. Like it's a machine or something? Lol???? He pretended to believe me. Then he called me like the bipolar psycho he is, which was red flag #354, and HELL if I was going to answer. I told him "why would I answer the call to someone I don't know" I was hungover and not in the mood to deal with creepers, even if they're a soldier risking their lives in Afghanistan. Then I felt bad, because he was a soldier risking his life in Afghanistan. So the 2nd time he called I answered. #supportourtroops (ANOTHER REGRETTABLE DECISION ON MY PART).

This guy wouldn't shut up. He just needed someone to talk to, AND I DID NOT REALIZE I HAD SIGNED MYSELF UP TO BE THE PERSON. He told me all about his problems with his Lubbock ex-girlfriend, whom he insisted I look up on Facebook, I have 6 mutual friends in common with her, weird, then told me all about his family by starting out with:

"My family is crazy."
"Haha, all families are crazy."
"No really, my sister hears voices and is in a mental institution."

UMMM WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT???? WHY AM I ON THE PHONE WITH YOU??????? He proceeds to tell me the story of her almost getting arrested and then everyone realized she was insane, and how his dad was poor as a child, and he is the youngest of like 4 kids, AKA A BUNCH OF CRAP I DON'T CARE ABOUT. I don't get it. The whole time I was half-way listening, I popped in with a few uhhuh's, oh's, interesting's, and wow's, with a flat dry voice. He gave me every gruesome detail about the dynamics of his ex-girlfriend, how she cheated on him, AND I DON'T BLAME HER, and how he paid her rent, bought her everything in the world, and she only gave him reeses for christmas, BLAH BLAH I WAS ON THE PHONE FOR 58 MINUTES. AKA I HELD THE PHONE TO MY EAR WHILE HE TALKED ABOUT HIMSELF FOR 58 MINUTES. I mainly spent my time on Twitter, tweeting about how outlandish the situation was. I was an unpaid, but mostly pissed off therapist. 

My twitter is in spanish, get on my level.

After I finished 2 episodes of Friends, I decided it's time to draw the line here. This phone call has got to come to a stop. So I tell him I have to get off the phone because I'm falling asleep. Which was absolutely true. He says something obscure, trying to keep talking, 'K REALLY GOTTA GO BYE!' and hung up. 

3 seconds later. Phone vibrates. "hey we nvr got to tlk bout u"
I didn't respond.
3 seconds later. 
"ill ask ?'s"
He proceeded to ask me questions, NOT ABOUT MY LIFE, but literally asked me "how mch do u weigh?"
REALLY??????? IS THIS HAPPENING??????? HOW MUCH DO I WEIGH????????????? I responded with "ha never ask someone that again" 
To which he responded with "as long as its less then 150"
Then he abruptly changed the subject of the questions, from shallow to obscene, and asked about things which shalln't be mentioned in a class amateur fashion blog. This is the point where I stopped texting back, and was with Friends at Fuzzy's, and have already conveyed to them the ridiculousness that was my afternoon. 

Then I got a text that will probably scar me for the rest of my existence: "ight hold on 1 sec imma send u something."
I read that text and said/gasped, "OH GOD. OH GOD. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." To which my friends responded with confused expressions Then another text followed it. What you think happened, happened. I threw my phone across the tacos to my friend and made him deal with the situation. In 2.5 seconds, all paraphernalia was deleted, and he was blocked from my Facebook. 

This story is so off the wall, that I realize you might not believe me. Allow me to provide the evidence.

Hi. Welcome to my life.

Then came Sunday night. To which you all know, Lubbock had Tornado warnings. KAMC tweeted me back, and favorited my tweets, soooooo it kind of made up for the rest of the bizarre week. 

I'm done.

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