The Story of The Loss of My Zune and the Purchase of My New Mp3 Player
So here is my account of all of the interesting and strange events that happened in the past week or so. It all started when I took up the responsibility of cleaning my incredibly filthy room by actually hanging up my clothing instead of throwing them on my bed and painting over the lyrics that I had written on my wall with a Sharpie the year before. I also painted six of my favorite quotes on my wall (which looks awesome btw). It was a strenuous task, but one that needed to be done. So after three long days filled with painting and Sharpie-ing, I finally finished.
It was a beautiful moment, looking over my work with a proud smile. But then I noticed it. That fateful moment when I realized that I had written my Oscar Wilde quote the wrong way. I hurriedly grabbed my green paint and painted over the words. I waited for it to dry and then re-wrote the last line of the quote. I sighed with pride, looking over my many accomplishments.
But it was the next day that I noticed something else was wrong.
My zune was missing!
My zune was missing!
Yes, my zune, in all of its 8 GB glory, was indeed missing.
So I proceeded to look throughout my room in search of my zune without any luck. I then began to look all over the house and even in the trash (I’m not even able to talk about the things I found in there…) but no zune.
I then began to think that I should invest in a new mp3 player because my Zune didn’t appear to be anywhere and I thought it might be time for an upgrade and since I was selling my bass, I thought that it was the perfect time to do it.
I looked up the new Zune HD but I wasn’t really interested in that. So I decided to look up Ipod Touches on craigslist.
Okay, so craigslist is amazing, I’ve bought a lot of stuff on there in the past but it can also be really sketchy. I went on a search for first generation Ipod Touches and found a few. I tried contacting the owners but none of them responded. After a few days of exploring the great world of craigslist, I finally found a second generation Ipod Touch that was within my price range.
I texted the person who was selling the Ipod and asked if it was still available and I was told that it wasn’t but he had a first generation ipod Touch that he was selling.
Can somebody say sketchy?
I decide to look past this and ask him what his address was.
He replied by saying that he lived in Town Parks but he wanted to meet by the clock tower.
The clock tower.
So I replied and said that I was no longer interested.
Then he replied and said that he was fourteen.
And I replied and said that I changed my mind and wanted to see it.
Then he said he couldn’t sell it to me because his dad told him that he couldn’t.
And then I get a text later saying that he’ll sell it to me for 20 more bucks than he originally asked for.
The next part includes me getting very happy and agreeing to the terms.
Since I was already in Daytona with my mom, hoping to escape the coldness of my house, we drove to Town Parks at 4:00 and waited by the clock tower.
After ten minutes went by and my mother remarked that she felt like a drug dealer, the kid still hadn’t showed up. I watched as a nine year old kid on a scooter rode by.
"No, no, no, please don’t let that be him!" I pleaded to God.
*sigh of relief* it wasn’t, he just scootered on by (is scootered a word? Well it is now.)
I texted the kid and asked him where he was and he said he was almost there.
So then a kid walked toward the car holding an Ipod Touch in his hand. I asked him some questions and bought it.
And now I have a slightly used Ipod Touch that I bought off a fourteen year old kid by a clock tower.
So that concludes my story. :)
Disclaimer: In case you're wondering, I’m not at all ashamed of owning an Ipod. I’m not prejudiced against Mac, only the people who own Mac computers. Hehe
My New Project For The New Year
Since the new year is almost upon us, I’ve been thinking of ways to make my blog more awesome. And thanks to my muse (aka my mom) and Charles Dickens, I’ve come up with a spectacular idea.
As you may know, when Charles Dickens published his novels, it was released in excerpts in the newspaper and the actual books weren’t printed until many years later. These excerpts were called sketches.
So, that’s what I’m going to do. I’m working on a short story right now and once a week, I’ll be posting excerpts (aka sketches) from it on my blog starting sometime during the next few weeks.
But I’ll still be posting book reviews and my uninteresting ramblings on random subjects while I’m working on this project and if you have any ideas for my blog and how to make it more awesome, let me know. I cannot tell you the happiness your comments and insight brings to my heart. ;) So tell me your ideas! I want to hear from you.I hope you have a very happy new year!