7/11/2003 09:07:26 PM|||Travis|||

Wow, the roomates left for Vegas and I haven't enjoyed this much freedom for a while. I really like having the place to myself... its so quite and distraction free. I should really look into getting my own place once I can afford it, I like it.

Another month rolls by. Whats new? All sorts of stuff.

For starters, I threw my cell phone into the Ocean a couple days ago. Why is a really great question. I was out my buddy Cameron who left to go to Europe and then Law School until 5 am, drinking and smoking the night away. We watched Fight Club, which always seems to find its way into the DVD player while at Cameron's house, and at about 5 am everyone decided to go to sleep. Since his father was coming at 12 the next day, it wasn't that practical for me to stay there, so I decided to go home. Since I couldn't drive, I decied to walk.

For some reason I was put into an amazing mood, definitely out of the ordinary. It was twilight, and the sun was coming up (something I had not whitnessed for quite some time) and so I was walking through IV and saying good morning to everyone I saw, very enthusiastically. When I finally made it to the ocean, i was enthrawled. I have always had this urge to throw something into the ocean, such as a pack of smokes, some drugs or even alchohol, to symbolize my conquering of it. I know it might sound loony, but to me it makes senese. So before I knew it, my cell phone was soaring out over the Del Playa cliff, landing with a satisfying kerrr-plunk into the ocean. I then felt so enthrawled, that I shouted:

I JUST THREW MY CELL PHONE INTO THE OCEAN.

The events that transpired next were hard to comprehend, and are somewhat fuzzy. I remember trying to change my voice from a shout to a song, so my rythum changed along with the tone and melody of my voice. It was there at 6 am on DP that I attempted to become a singer, creating a song about my cell phone that just went into the ocean. I sang some lines about Jesus, how he was us and I was him (very loundly of course) and that is when the strange part happened. I sang:

I JUST THREW MY CELL PHONE INTO THE OCEAN.... DOES SOMEBODY HEAR ME?

And to my suprise, someone about 50 yards away, said "oh my god, yes I hear you." To describe my song... it was one of yearing. I was seeing if someone heard me just to realize that other people existed so to speak, to know that other people felt what I was feeling. It was a connection that i formed. So I replied to the person.

THANK GOD, BECAUSE I JUST THREW MY CELL PHONE INTO THE OCEAN

And once more, much more refined and melodic I let my verse slide into the dead morning of Isla Vista. And that is when the person replied- "oh my god... so did I."

At this I chuclked, and walked on. There was nothing left to say.

I had made such a commotion that someone else had done what I had done, and to us it made sense. Throwing your cell phone into the ocean became somewhat of a spiritual cleansing for us... I hope. I did it to throw away my previous life and to move on, constantly changing and recycling my friends as my life changes.

And that, perhaps is the best rendition I have of the cell phone story. I haven't been able to tell people when I talk to them. When asked what happened to my phone, all I can respond is that it was lost.

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