Stuff from Stephers

I used to share a blog with Melissa, but she's been MIA for a few months, so I made it all mine! Random thoughts on my every day life to bore you with.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Can you hear me now?

I went to the Cingular store cause my phone has been having that problem where I can't hear anyone. I figured that it was either 1)my phone had broke when i dropped it in Killeen or 2)the service had suddenly decided to suck. It turns out that I had broken one of the speakers while in Killeen. This still doesn't explain to me WHY it worked better sometimes than others, but I wasn't going to ask more questions. So, I now have a new phone that the guy assured me was one of the most durable they had, and I only had to pay $30 for it cause he did an override on the thing that told me I couldn't "upgrade" yet. For all of you non-Cingular customers, it's basically when you re-sign your contract after 2 years and they let you get the discount that a new customer would get for a new phone. So, I got a new phone and a new contract. I also saw this guy I went to high school with who is apparently a warranty/fix-it guy there. He said if I had come to him first he would have just given me a new phone for free and pretended it was under warranty and that it didn't have a huge crack from me dropping it. Very sweet of him. Which he should be since he WAS my first kiss. Yup, in the third grade he decided that he was going to kiss me, so he did (OK, only on the cheek, but I was still shocked). Anyhow, so he kissed me in the hall and I happened to be holding this art-ish project that happened to have a lot of loose sand on it, which I promptly dumped on his head before he could make a running getaway. I went home and cried and my mom told me that some day I'd cry because boys didn't kiss me. I reminded him of the kiss, and he thought it was hilarious and got my phone number, so we're going to hang out some time. It's fun to run into people when you live a new city and don't expect them to be here, especially a block from your apartment.


Blogger Misty said...

My first kiss story isn't cute, cause I was really old, lol.

But in preschool a boy asked me to marry him and I told him to put a paper bag on his head (I don't know why--only the mind of a 4-year-old knows.) He must have been serious cause he tried to ask me out in high school too. And after high school. But I tried to be nicer those times :)

1:04 PM  
Blogger danielle said...

my first kiss landed the boy in the front seat of the bus. he kissed me while we were driving under a car port, so it was dark. i screamed and the bus driver got mad. i still like to remind him of that story when we see each other.

1:51 PM  
Anonymous momma said...

who was/is this boy?

5:26 PM  

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