usc y mi teléfono.
perdí mi telefono en usc 11 ayer. estoy tan triste. tengo un entrevista en el teléfono que necesito mucho, porque quería hacer todo del REDEFINE hoy!!! BLAHHHHH. no me gusta humanos. son bastardos.
tony text-messaged my phone yesterday saying that if someone had found it, to call his number. at seven in the morning, someone called him from my phone. they left a message — kind of. the message was the kind that people leave when they aren’t quite sure that the phone is really on… it was a lot of background talking and static noise and such.
so, at this point, i’m not really sure what to do. i’m going to wait til tomorrow and see if someone tries to contact me again before then. if not, i’ll go reactivate my old phone. fucking blows, though, that people would be shady as fuck so as to steal my phone. i wonder if they know how to work that phone… it’s a weird phone. maybe they don’t even know it’s off, since when the phone is turned off is just like when it is on… turning that phone off merely means turning off incoming phones and not necessarily turning off the rest of the phone. BAAAAHHHHH. the phone has been off all day T__T the suspicious part, though, is that lingo tried calling my phone from the rave a whole bunch yesterday and it was ringing at first but later it went straight to voicemail… so they had it on but then turned it off… why would they do that unless they wanted to steal it?
tomorrow morning i shall have to go to the fucking rave place at wamu theatre and see if someone can talk to me about lost and found there. i doubt it’s there, though. fucking a. T__________________________T i’m mad. it’s not so much about the phone at this point… it’s about the principle. evil ass people.