I’m not the greatest in maintaining this blog, but all I do on tumblr is read all of the posts that people reblog (which are cool I will say). Haven’t been able to put all of the feelings on something concrete…and I have work in 6 hours. Hooray.
Since my last update in March…lots of things have happened actually. Graduated (Texas Ex), worked a lot, took a trip back home with Flo to see my homeland, packed out of Austin, moved to the Dallas/Fort Worth area, came back to Austin to clean up, drive to Abilene, and started a new job. I’ve lived in DFW for a month now, and it’s a lot different having to take care of myself. Work is great; I’m learning a lot, and I look forward to constantly learning every day.
This brings me to my next topic: long distance relationships. I’m working in Fort Worth; Flo is in Abilene for pharmacy school. I’ve had mostly negative input in terms of this (from the ones I have heard, they end up not working out). Flo and I will be experiencing this for a while, and the first month of it: I can’t complain. Aside from not being with her every day and the 5 hour roundtrip drive that I have to make every couple weeks, it is what it is. She’s gonna hate me for putting this up, but it’s how I feel. It’s tough, don’t get me wrong. But distance doesn’t matter in my opinion. I’ve helped (or at least I hoped I had helped) others go through these similar situations that we are going through, and I’ve told them that no matter the circumstances, love is love. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and EVERYONE knows this because I’m a LOT happier now than what I was in the past before I met Flo. If you really care about someone, you’ll do anything for them (legally and morally ethical). I probably said that wrong, but you get the idea. If you put your mind and heart into anything, you’ll be great at it. My parents have told me that constantly (to the point where they badger me about it -_-), but I can’t deny that. That’s mostly what I have for that topic….I hope.
Pictures later for what’s happened in the past 5 months.
P.S. If you take the time to read this, thank you. It means a lot to me.
10 weeks since my last update, 5 pictures to show for it lol.
Home stretch folks. Doesn’t feel like it should be ending…
Month and a half later…
Just a lot of things happening, OU weekend, a super fun afternoon/night last night, these memories will never end and I like that.
Back to studying…needed a break.
It’s been awhile….and the last time I was here, I ranted about someone I have never even cared about. Anyway….
The past summer has had its highs and its lows, but one constant was there: Florence. Today’s our year and a half anniversary. I’m blessed to have someone there for me (don’t worry, my parents have always been there; I know it). Pictures are just the highlights of this wonderful summer. My mom came to visit for a few days (I really needed that).
Not sure if everyone knows, but this is most likely my last semester (98% sure). Gonna make the most of it. I don’t know if I’ll be home this winter either :(
*Note: this is in order of what I did this summer.
P.S. FOOTBALL IS BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK (but school’s first haha)
P.S.S YES I LOVE FOOD DANG IT.
Firstly, I’m rarely angry, but if you make me angry….that means I’m REALLY angry. Most of you know that I’m the REALLY laid back type (like most Hawaiians); but like most people in the world, if you attack anyone close to me, you will get it. If you attack me for something I didn’t do and you threaten me, you will get it. Long story short, no give me one reason fo’ get angry cuz I no like stay angry. Anyway, to what I wanted to really say:
Sunday was like most days, just relaxing and get stuff done. After some errands and such, I look at my phone and discover 20 missed calls and 8 messages. 20, not 2; 20. Wasn’t Florence, wasn’t my mother or father. It was the last person I would have expected to call me (if you read this, I could care less). Specifically, it was 14 from him and 6 from a number in Cleveland (probably a pinger but whatever, he may have connections to the city LeBron left haha). 20 missed calls in 30 MINUTES. You read that right. 20 CALLS IN 30 MINUTES. No voicemail was left, so no clue what happened. Then text messages. Here they are:
1. ”Did you send those texts?”
2. ”Don’t ignore me”
3. If its you, you know I can report you to the police for verbal harassment through unknown identity texting right?”
4. ”That number traces back to ********** btw”
5. ”Be a man and explain to me through phone, or this can become worse”
6. ”I’m letting her know btw :)”
7. ”Hey Jon, wanna pick up the phone?”
8. ”Alright then let’s do this the hard way.”
To add insult to my confusion (not injury), I got into a little accident (don’t worry, I’m fine). This person emails me #1. I reply to his email but could not talk to him (the accident). Went back home, composed myself, took in everything that could be, then called him. 10 minutes of PURE HELL FOR HIM. I LET HIM HAVE IT. You will NEVER EVER see me/hear me like this EVER. I put in every cuss word imaginable.
Basically, what happened was that an anonymous person texted him something that he took offense to majorly. This was 15 minutes before the barrage of calls happened. The quantity, I don’t know. But whatever it was, he wasn’t happy. Then he tells me that he tracked the number down to MY NUMBER. HOW THE HELL CAN HE TRACE AN ANONYMOUS TEXT? I know you can do this via computers and all that good jazz, but I wouldn’t know how to hide my number in a text message. The real analysis of this story is after I called him. So basically, he starts pointing the finger at me for sending those texts (DON’T DENY IT YOU FUCKER). Here’s the problem though: he claims I sent them at 8pm. I worked from 3:30-9 with a break from 5-5:15, and I’m not allowed to use my phone at work at all. This dude keeps badgering me, pleading to me that I’m not lying to him. Again, every cuss word imaginable was thrown. He yells in my ear pointing the finger at me, and he got it. 10 MINUTES OF PURE HELL.
After the call, logic starts to kick in. Did some basic research. Problems with his claim:
1. In order for hide a number via text, use a computer.
2. A person using a computer can put in any number they want.
3. To find out who is harassing you via text message, pretty much need a warrant/subpoena.
4. It took him 15 minutes to “track my number?”
5. MY NUMBER IS NOT A PINGER NUMBER. CAN’T YOU FREAKIN’ TELL THAT IT’S A CELL PHONE NUMBER?!
ABSA, YOU KNOW WHO I’M REFERRING TO. You mess with me, you’ll get it. So yeah, thoughts?