Recently my cell phone informed me that its memory was near full. Apparently keeping over 2,000 texts in my inbox will do that. During a time-wasting meeting masquerading as a "class," I deleted, one by one, over 400 texts from my phone. Unable to find a way to delete all my texts at once, I reasoned that I had nothing better to do during class, and started with the oldest texts in my phone from August and September.
Some of my favorites include:
(678): Ooo your name is Steph
(240): Dear self, remember to date people tomorrow.
(316): Comme des enfants, couer de pirate
(this one is interesting as the number is not saved in my phone, and I have no idea who was french-texting me)
(949): I didn't know soda expired
(508): I just realized I've made out with half the people in this room. Fml.
(949): I'm not interested in sleeping with women.
(949): Buutluvrmatt sent me another message.
(802): Im not going out ne more I wanna stay with the tigers.
I really enjoy reading texts months after they were sent, as I no longer remember the context and can just imagine that my friends are all buckeyes (aka nuts).
In other news, I was misinformed that a certain prominent member of the Ohio State community died yesterday (will avoid using the name here as I do not want to again start rumors that he's dead), and I proceeded to inform several people that I work with. Upon receiving a text today that he didn't actually die, it was someone else, I had the pleasure of going around my office to say "Great news.... he's still alive!!"
I then had to apologize to the people who went home after work last night, googled this person and read about his life in mourning. Oops. From now on, I don't announce deaths unless I personally witnessed them happen.
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