Surgery...

Wow, yet again it took me another year for another blog. Soooo a quick update for friends out of town. I work at New York Theatre Ballet as the Administrative Assistant, dance for Rod Rodgers Dance Company, teach yoga to kids, and now I am studying to get my personal training certification through National Academy of Sports Medicine. Ohhhh and I moved to an AMAZING apartment in Stuyvesant Town with great roomies. All in All....LIFE IS GOOD!

Unfortunately, I did find out I had to have surgery. My doctor found a polyp on my vocal chord making it hard to talk. During the laryngoscopy, my doctor also saw that I have a very bad deviated septum making it very hard to breath. It was really annoying because I would get lightheaded and dizzy any time I was working out or dancing and I know I am physically fit. Pushing through a workout or a rehearsal had become exhausting since I could not breath and it was time it all needed to get fixed. Especially since polyps grow and could have led to no voice.

That all being said, I went and had my surgeries last Wednesday. My mom came with me. I put on the whole hospital gown attire. I was ready for it. I just wanted to get it over with. Well, I am terrified of hospitals. I have no idea why. Its just one of those weird things about me. Hospitals, needles, IVs, the doctors, the scrubs, the whole thing just freaks me out. But, again I was good. Nervous, but listening to Adele and trying not to think about just how hungry I was!

Okkk, so I went in at 10:30am. Was waiting around forever, answering the same damn questions over and over again. The hospital kind of reminds me of a weird airport with their procedures of waiting until surgery. Anyways, my plastic surgeon came and stopped by to see how I was doing. This doctor is totally Beverly Hills! Brought me a present, had his hair slicked back, wearing a suit. Meanwhile I am total opposite of Beverly Hills....love the stars and all but Im a Boston girl. Laid back and comfortable wearing sweats outside of my apt. My mo and I got a good laugh at all of it.

Then, my other doctor for my polyp...well, we can just call him McDreamy. NO JOKE...he is my real life McDreamy!!!! Beautiful, black curly hair, blue eyes, a doctor....I think I'm in love....ooops!

So I finally went to the operating room...and FREAKED the (beep) OUT! Panic attack...shaking, white as a ghost, crying. I have never been so scared in my life. Being put to sleep is something that I hate...you have no control of anything, you always have the wonder of will I wake up, or the wonder of will I wake up during the surgery or hear everything going on and unable to say anything. I could go on and on about all of my thoughts of surgery but it would be long and tedious.

So they strapped me down, hooked up an Iv, heart monitors, etc. McDreamy knew I was so scared. Held my hand and asked me about dance. He even knew the exact questions to say that would keep me as calm as possible. "How are you scared of this and not scared of going on stage?!" My response, "How the hellllll are you scared of going on stage when you see this (blood and stuff) all day?!"

Next thing I knew, I was asleep and woke up in my hospital room. That night was very tough for me. Got pretty sick all night and was in pain. Swollen eyes and all. The craziest part is that my arms hurt the most from strapping me down! THEY STILL HURT a week later!!!!

Went home...rough week...barely eating because my throat hurts and I dont have an appetite. All of this has made me soooo thankful for all of my friends and family. People I have not even talked to for awhile have texted or sent messages making sure I'm ok. I have had visitors every day and it really makes you appreciate the people around you.

Some shout outs....

Mom...helped me through the roughest few days. Thank you for forcing me to play Uno with you even though I just wanted to sleep ;)

Roomies...AMAZING...they made me this awesome care package...no joke all my favorite stuff included.

Sarah Leidel...lucky enough to have watch a whole lot of tv with her

Katie....brought me 2 cartons of ice cream and brought me back to the hospital (had nose bleeds all day)

Wayne/Matt....made me soup....yummm

JACKI....drove from CT to visit me. Stayed the night. Cooked for me. Caught up. Such an incredible friend <3

AND TO EVERYONE ELSE with all of your kind thoughts, flowers, cards, etc. THANK YOU! I am so lucky to have you all in my life. XO! MUCH LOVE!!!!!!

A year later...

I am sitting on the C& J bus anxiously waiting to be back in the beautiful town of Ogunquit, Maine. As I am writing this blog I am mixed with several different emotions. First of all, It has been almost a year since I started this blog....A YEAR!!!! How does time go by so fast?

A year ago I graduated from JMU, had a crazy beach week, and was convinced that a blog needed to be written to document just how insane I really am. A year later, I have absolutely matured in the sense that I juggle 4 different jobs to pay my rent and live comfortably in one of the most expensive cities in the world. Not only have I made the move to New York City, found jobs, have been dancing, but I have also learned a lot more about who I am as a person and what I would like to achieve in the future.

Some examples of things that I have realized about myself.

I am independent. I moved to NYC. I traveled to California for 5 days...BY MYSELF....and had FUN!

I am a workaholic. I worked at an awful restaurant (70 hours a week) got sick and quit. I became bored quickly with my free time and realized it wasn't actually working that I hated it was the actual job. I now am the site coordinator at Arts Connection, guest bartender throughout new york city, bartender/server at the hog pit, yoga instructor for children...the list goes on. Oh and I justtt interviewed for an administrative assistant position at New York Theatre Ballet. Fingers Crossed.

I love working with kids. Teaching and being in schools every day has truly opened my eyes to the love I have for working with children. There is nothing better to me than seeing the progress of a student from week to week and knowing I was apart of the child's success. Even the small things. For example, the other day a little girl was getting teased and talked to me in the hallway crying. Next thingI knew she had a smile on her face and was ready to go back into class because I convinced her that she was great.

Anyways, I know this is going on and on but all of these little things I have been learning about myself made me realize that I am one crazyyyyy girl for a reason! I am a child at heart and I love adventure. You put those 2 things together and its no wonder I have all these crazy stories!!!

So back to where I started. A year later. Yes I am more mature in terms of life lessons that you only learn from experience. BUT, I honestly believe I will have crazy stories for the rest of my life that most people would think...."Really....you did what????" It's just who I am...EvieK....one crazy chick! Keep on reading because I have a feeling this summer will be FILLED with stories!

I also decided Im going to bring my iflip with me everywhere. Maybe I'll even have a video to post.

As always....Much Love.....Xx

A Train Ride full of Jews!

Alright, so the other day I had Passover in Westport, CT with my family. After 5 1/2 months of being in NYC I FINALLYYYYY went home! So, knowing that NYC can totally trap you into never having a chance to leave I decided to pack a ton of my things from home for my return back to the city. Well that meant a large purse and 2 HUGE duffle bags.

Meanwhile, my parents were both reminding me that I had bring my bags from Maine to CT and then from CT to NYC. I'm thinking NO BIG DEAL...I CAN DO THIS!!! All I reallyyyyy had to do was bring my bags from the train at Grand Central to the street where I would hail down a cab and then carry my bags up 4 floors. I figured I would take it slow and get it done.

Sooooo....I'm waiting for the train with my dad and my uncle and we are all looking at each other with a little bit of confusion. There were sooo many people for this train! It was a Monday night, why were so many people going into Manhattan. DUH? People went to CT, just like me, to visit family and celebrate Passover. Honestly, I have never been on a train with soo many people talking about their sedar.

The train arrives and my dad helps me get my bags into the cart. I sit down and for all of 10 minutes I feel settled and relaxed until a woman behind me taps me on the shoulder and "attempts" to whisper, "Go get your bags, we are going to have to get off this train. There is a suspicious bag on this cart." Well, of course EVERYONE over hears this woman saying this to me and the entire cart gets out of their seats and everyone starts to make a scene. I'm trying to get my bags that are clearly wayyyy too heavy and the attendants are trying to figure out what to do about the situation.

Well, of course after everyone starts questioning what is going on. We are told that there is in fact a suspicious bag and we had to get off at a random station. This poor woman was like ohhhhh goshhhh I should be a little quieter next time! Now the whole cart starts making fun of me....Are these huge bags the suspicious ones??? Now here I am explaining how I am stilll slowly moving my life to NYC! Well I met a nice guy who carried my bags to the next train which was great because honestly they were too heavy!

So we get on the next train and I am meeting this person and that person. Exchanging life stories and joking that the suspicious bag was obviouslyyyyyy some gross left over passover food that someone just didn't want anymore! HAHA! I finally made it to Grand Central! The same guy helped carry my bags to a cab. I thanked him and thought there really are some nice people in this world. Got a cab...the driver was nice...he brought my bags right to the door. The only hard part of the trip was carrying those bags up my walk-up but I guess it was my exercise for the day.

Nothing better than a fun train ride experience HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

San Francisco

My family and I were supposed to go to Mexico last Spring but because of the Swine Flu (lame) we couldn't go. So...I had a ticket that had to be used by Jan 31st. Where oh where should I go??? Well, one of my good friends...Mr. Wayne Covington...was living in SF. I decided to go and visit him. His job got transfered to NYC a week and a half before my trip (which ended up being great...he's my neighbor in nyc now!!! loves it!) so I'm thinking, now what? I called the travel agent and she said the ticket was non-refundable.

I LOVE to travel so I couldn't see just throwing the ticket away and just not going at all. I say...screw it...I'll go alone and I'll have the best time EVER! It's not like I'm shy. PLEASEEEE I figured I would go and just meet some cool new people. So I book a hostel and decide to go with no plans and just see what happens on the other side of the country.

I'm on the plane, seat belt fastened, ready for my travels to begin. Then I hear the flight attendant asking if someone could get off the plane for a stand by passenger. I had no plans upon arrival so I figured...WHY NOT? I get off the plane...I get a free $400 ticket to anywhere I want to go and a free dinner. Anyone want to go on vacation by the way??? My next flight left in an hour and I was ready to explore San Francisco.

As a poor New Yorker I decided to get to the hostel by the train system...I think it was called BART. I found the hostel by myself...no lie...I was kind of proud when I reached my destination. It was the cutest little hostel. I had the bottom bunk bed and shared a room with 3 other strangers. Throughout the week I met several newcomers to the room but one girl stayed the whole time.

The next morning, it was beautiful out and I decided to spend the whole day outside. I took a bus to the golden gate bridge and walked everywhere taking photos. I've been getting into photography so I was having the greatest time. I then walked across the Golden Gate Bridge thinking a little town (forgot the name) was righ ton the other side. After walking around ALL day...I found out that the town was a little further than I thought and I would have had to walk along a highway to get to it. Not a good idea especially since it was now dark outside. The next thing I found out was that no public bus comes to the other side of the bridge so I would have to walk all the way back across the bridge. HELL NO!!!! There was no way that was happening. I was tired I would have hitched hiked at that point! So I see a bus that gives tours and stuff and I start talking to the bus driver. I ask if I can get a ride across the bridge and that I would give him $5. He says he will drop me off at my hostel! It was great!!! I sat on the top of the bus with the rest of the tourists...listened to the tour and got dropped off right in front of my door. Perfection.

SF has an amazing China Town so I knew Chinese Food just had to happen. So one of the girls who was in my hostel went with me to get some mai thais and chinese food. It was sooo much fun. We then went to 2 different fun bars and danced the night away.

The next morning, Me and the girl (I forgot her name) went wine tasting in the Napa Valley and Sonoma. It was AMAZING!!!!!! We went to 3 different vineyards. I had a blast and it was SOOOO beautiful. I am really happy I went because it was an experience I will never forget and something I would love to do again.

After a reallyyyy great day the bus was on its way to drop us off. I read that the Irish Coffee was created at a restaurant in SF (forgot the name of it). As the bus is driving we pass this restaurant. I LOVE IRISH COFFEES! I could drink them all day everyday. I know Im a weirdo but they are SO good! Well, after a little too much wine...I get excited and I tell the bus driver to pull over.

I go to this restaurant sit right up at the bar and get myself an irish coffee. I start talking to everyone and make friends with some old man. He buys me another Irish Coffee and we continue our conversation. I'm explaining to him that I'm traveling alone and what I have seen and done. He's saying that he's an SF native and he would love to show me around. Well after chatting for about an hour I said sure. I mean what's the point of traveling alone and not meeting people especially those who are from the area.

Next thing I know....he buys me ghirardelli chocolate and takes me out for an expensive dinner. He gets a bottle of wine appetizers, fancy entrees. Meanwhile, the whole time Im telling him I have to be back at the hostel by 10pm because Wayne's best friend Amir was going to take me out and show my the nightlife of SF. Sure enough after a great dinner...the old man (never got his name) brings me right to the hostel and said he hopes I enjoy the rest of my time here. SEE FRIENDS....THERE ARE NICE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD. I think people need to take more risks and live a little instead of always worrying about the what ifs.

Anyways, I then went out with Amir and had a crazyyyy night of dancing. SO MUCH FUN! SF def knows how to have fun!

The next day, I walked around Union Sq, Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf. I rode one of those cable cars and again took lots of pictures. I think the best part of traveling, especially when your on your own, is to just walk around and explore. I took myself out for dinner which included a sourdough bowl with clam chowder in it....ohhh and several fruity happy hour drinks ;) It was such a nice feeling sitting at this restaurant alone...looking out to the bay with seals. I know it might sounds kinda lonely but it was liberating knowing I had no one to impress, no obligations, I was just there enjoying myself.

The next morning I went to brunch in Haight-Ashbury (I think thats what its called...its been awhile). I went with that girl from my hostel. So much fun! We had a mimosa and then went to all the thrift shops filled with 70s clothes. It was fun to look at everything. I then got a massage and was ready to catch my plane.

I had such an amazingggg time in SF!!! I am so happy I went on this trip. At first I was def hesitant to go alone since I did not know ANYONE. But, it ended up being on of my favorite vacations. I would def travel alone again if I ever need a get away. This year has made me even more independent than before...and I like it ;) I have decided that I absolutely LOVE telling stories and those stories are onlyyy created by being adventurous.

The Island of Absolute Craziness...NYC!

I am currently on the Megabus heading back home after being in NYC for 5 1/2 months. I figured it was a good time to share with you all my experiences that I have encountered since I moved here. Before doing so, I want to apologize to all of you (Especially those in SA) who I promised to update this blog of my most crazy stories. I know...FAIL! Starting today I will keep this blog up to date...so if you ever need a good story or just miss me then be sure to check out THIS blog ;) Alright, here's to the last five months. Enjoy!

Everyone who knows me, knows that I have the weirdest luck both good and bad which create all of these stories. So when reading this blog, just remember that for some reason crazy things ALWAYS happen to me. I mean seriously....it's DAILY.

As long as I can remember I have dreamt of moving to the Big Apple to pursue my artistic dreams. Yes...the whole paying wayyy too much rent for a tiny room that you have to walk up entirely too many stairs to, working all day and all night, living off of ramen noodles and oatmeal, and any actual free time you get you audition or take a dance class was all part of my dream. In fact, the whole dream was kind of inspired by the movie Coyote Ugly. I know sooo cheesy but it's the truth.

October 14th, 2009. My adventures begin. Bill and I decided to take the Megabus (double decker bus...amazing) to NYC for the big move. Of course, I wait to the last minute to pack my life into 2 suitcases which actually ended up being 2 suitcases and too many small bags. I was running late and we already had bus tickets. My dad was driving Bill and I into Boston. Bill and my dad were both saying there is NO way we were going to make that bus. I was not listening because I just knew we would make it. Of course, Bill and I catch the bus right as it is about to leave. "I told you so," I said with a wink. His reply, "You have the best luck ever." We knew from there that the start of our post-college life was going to be nothing but great stories and memories.

We hop of the bus in NYC, catch a cab to our Brooklyn apartment, enter the building and jump up and down with excitement. After a summer of anticipation Bill and I arrived in our amazing apartment. We spent that night staying up all night, cleaning and making it our home for the next 2 1/2 months!

The week that I moved to NYC I was asked to be in a performance that was celebrating 25 years of social dance. It was a 60s style dance and was performed at 92nd St. Y. One of the dancers knew I needed a job and got me an interview at Arts Connection. I am now the Site Coordinator for Arts Connection. It is such an amazing organization!!! It is a non-profit that brings the arts into public schools. I oversee that everything runs smoothly. I get to work with so many kids and such talented teaching artists. I feel so fortunate to have this job and I hope to continue with the organization for many more years to come.

So my confidence was rocket high my first week in the city. My second week I decided I needed another job. I put on my cutest interview outfit, print out a bunch of resumes, and I hit the streets. I go from restaurant to restaurant. After spending a whole day applying, I decided my feet were killing and it was time to go home. As I get off the subway in Brooklyn, I get a call from a restaurant asking me to come in to train as a hostess.

I hop right back on the subway and go to Scarlatto's to begin training. Im thinking....SWEET....I got a job! Training went great. At the end of the night I got to choose a meal of my choice and they gave me to glasses of wine. Perfection.

The next day. I get a call from Glass House Tavern. They want me to come in to train as a server. I'm thinking...no wayyyy 2 jobs!! I quit Scarlatto's since Glass House Tavern was giving me a job as a server. I thought I hit jackpot with this job. It's a beautiful restaurant in the heart of the Theatre District. Everything went great for awhile....until they decided to work me so hard til I was burnt out (which can happen easily in the city).

I ended up working on Mondays at Arts Connection and every other day at Glass House Tavern. If I was lucky I had one day off that was spent on dancing and doing errands. I would work from 10am-1am every day. I would leave my apartment at 9am and get back at around 2am. It was AWFUL! I ended up having no social life and got reallyyyy sick from it. Although, I did not like this job I got to meet some really cool people. Some of the people I met at Glass House tavern have become my good friends here in NYC. Also, I met a bunch of Broadway stars and movie stars. I had Thanksgiving with Ray Romano this year...ohhhh heyyyy!!! Ohhh and I guest bartended at Calico Jacks the other night and 2 of the cast members from Rock of Ages came for me....ohhhh heyyy againnnn!

Alright, so after realizing I was getting sick I decided to quit the job and move on with my life. SO....I had a ticket to San Francisco which I'll write another blog about......went by myself, had some EvieK time to think and decide what to do next.

I'm going to sidetrack for a minute and tell you guys some stories that have happened in between all of this.

HALLOWEEN: So...Since Glass House Tavern at the time was taking over my life my halloween was not as crazy in terms of raging as I would have liked. But...MY LOVELY BIG....Miss. Allyson Toolan was in town which meant I was most def going out to have a drink with Toolan and Cote. Next thing I know Bill called me because he got locked out. I had to wake up early the next morning anyways so I decided to call it a night. Well...I was in a little cat costume and was not taking the subway alone to Brooklyn. I decided to be smart about it and try to take a cab. Little did I know that trying to take a cab on halloween is near impossible. Next thing I know a stretch limo pulls up. REALLY, NO BUT REALLYYYYYYY???? He says there is no way I am getting a cab tonight...Where am I going? I tell him I have to go to Brooklyn and he says awww that's a little too far.

Some guys behind me sees the limo and asks him if they give him $50 will he bring them to a club that was honestly only like 5 blocks away. The limo driver, Dimitri, says yes. I then ask well can I go along for the ride?? Everyone says absolutely and the next thing I know I am jamming out to "Empire State of Mind" with a limo filled with dj's telling me to come to the club and I would be VIP. I say no thank you. I thank the limo driver for the fun ride and am about to leave and try to find a cab when he says you know what...I'll give you a ride to Brooklyn.

He drives me to Brooklyn and shows me different sites of NYC. He has a heart to heart with me about how good things happen to good people. What goes around comes around. Meanwhile, I'm still in shock that I am rolling about to my Brooklyn neighborhood in a strecth limo. Bill is waiting in the lobby as the limo pulls up. His face was priceless. I mean just envision me, Eve Karlin, coming anywhere in a limo. Obviously I was playing the part of a diva!

Next Story: I show up to work early so I decide to go to Starbucks for my caffeine fix. As I am walking I feel something drop on my shoulder. I look...a bird dropped dead on me. I start screaming in the middle of the street. Everyone stops and stares at me...who is this weirdo?? I realize the bird is now on the ground so it just looks like I'm one of those crazies. But...seriously....who has a bird drop dead on them? Gross.

My New Apartment: My sublet for my brooklyn apartment was ending. I see an ad on craigslist for an apartment. I go immediately to look at it and sign the lease right away. Most people would neverrrr do that. Instead, they would search a bunch of apartments....oh and probably would meet the other 4 roommates first. Well, my apartment is in the heart of Manhattan. Chealsea. Amazing. Ends up I have a roommate from Belgium, one from Germany, one from Paris, and one from Jersey. I am living the reality tv show of REAL WORLD. It's kind of fantastic.

Ok, so back to where I left off. I decided that I needed to go to bar school and become NYC's next best bartender. So I graduated from bartending school and next thing I know I see that COYOTE UGLY IS HAVING AN AUDITION! No wayyyy!!!!! Here I was...coming to nyc with 2 suitcases, on the bus, as a struggling artist, living in Manhattan in a 4 floor walkup. OF COURSE I HAD TO AUDITION. Here's the catch. I didn't realize my audition was dancing on the bar, trying to get as many shots and coyote shirts as possible, and not being able to refuse a shot as a coyote. Here I was in nice black pants and a button up.

Well, I rocked out!! I danced on that bar and showed off ALL of my moves. Next thing I knew I got a call telling me to come back and train to be a Coyote. I went several times after that but haven't been going as much. The whole training process is a little long. Who knows maybe I'll continue with it this summer though. Nothing better than being a Coyote...gotta love the Ugly!

I also got a job as a yoga instructor teaching 2-10 year olds. That job is going really well also!!!! I realized that I love working with kids!!!!!! So as of right now....I guest bartend, I am a yoga instructor, I work with Arts Connection, and I dance.

Every day brings new surprises. I couldn't tell you what I will be doing in a week from today. That's why I love NYC. I get surprised daily by what I see and what I do. I am really happy with what I have accomplished in the past 5 months and I look forward to what will come. LOVES IT!

Sorry this post was sooo unorganized and all over the place!! I'll do a better job with keeping up to date!

XO,

your one and only....EvieK

Why Not?

Soooo this summer is turning out to be by far the most amazing summer of my life. The reason why my summer is so great is because I abide by my motto which is..."Why Not?" I mean seriously think about it everything in life you can apply the saying to. To whoever is reading this blog...please try for one day to say why not with every opportunity that comes and tell me how it goes. Most likely your day will be great...filled with random adventures that end in everlasting memories.
Memories that I have made in the past week by using this motto happen to be crazy yet so amazing. For example, a few nights ago I am out in ogunquit center (by far the greatest summer town in the U.S.A, come visit) and sure enough the bars are closing.The weather is awful and clearly Nicole and I are just not ready to call it a night and go to sleep.So what do we do? Well, we decide to go to the Harbor and stand outside in the pouring rain as waves crash on us. We danced to the music blasting from the car, we were freezing, soaked, and having the time of our life. What made this night even better was the fact that I thought it was necessary to take a shot at the tavern which is such WT (white trash). I tell Nicole lets first take a shot and then get soaked and what does she say to this????? "Why Not?" Perfect, Wonderful, Amazing Night...Its all about the cheap thrills in life.
Yesterday was a day filled with laughs and pureeee happiness. The weather sucked yet again...so sick of the rain. Nicole and I wake up and I was supposed to go to Worcester, she was supposed to go to work. She asks me not to go to Worcester and stay in Maine and I ask her to just not go into work and call in....the response for both of us...."Why Not?"
So we went for breakfast and planned out activities for the next two months...festivals, concerts, plays, theres a lot of things coming up this summer. Then made our way to Wells Harbor Park...beautiful. Played in York for awhile....decided we are going to invest in surf boards. It's necessary. I want to be a surf girl. Why not?
Then made our way to Portsmouth which if you ever have a chance to go there...do it. Such a cute town! We walked through the parks and window shopped. It was great. I felt like a little kid again being blown away by the beauty of the water and big boats....cheap thrills yet again, perfect.
Nicole and I then decided we were going to have a nice dinner and really take full advantage of the greatest day ever. So we splurge on great drinks and delicious food. 2 hours later we decide its time to leave and drop off nicole's car to her dad. Sure enough what did her dad find in his garage???? A CHICKEN....yes people you read correctly a live CHICKENNNNN! So I ask if I can hold the chicken because clearly it seemed like a great idea. Her dad's response...why not? It was awesomeeee! So soft and once again...such a cheap thrill.
Anyways....my point is...which I am guessing by now you all totallyyyy understand, make the most out of every day. For Real. Just always say Why Not? Can't wait to hear your why not stories. LoveS it Always! xo

Cell Phones and EvieK are like Tires and Nails...DISASTERS

Ok. Seriously FML! So I am having my graduation party today up in Maine and decided to clean the house a little. And sure enough, with my luck, I wash my cell phone with my sheets!!!! I am really?!?!?!? So now I have legit no phone and nooo way to let people know that my phone is dunzo besides facebook. AWESOME.
So, I decided to give you all a little insight on my luck with phones. Well, it all started back in the day...Freshman year of high school when my first cell phone was stolen. Yes, I went to a ghetto high school where people actually stole cell phones during gym class. Then, I was downtown in good 'ol Worcester when I accidentally left my purse in my car for a MINUTE. Remembered it was there, ran back, and sure enough purse and cell phone stolen. GREAT.
Then I go to college. Where I think just maybeeee my luck with cell phones will improve. OH WAS I WRONG!!!!! I went through 7 cell phones freshman year. Yes, you read correctly. 7! I put my cell phone in my back pocket and then when I go to the bathroom I forget my phone is still in my pocket and then it drops into the toilet. So ladies...trust me, never and I repeat neverrrrr put your cell phone in your back pocket I made this mistake 7 times.
Then, Sophomore year...I am thinking alright, I am not a Freshman anymore...maybe I will be more responsible with my cell phone. WRONG AGAIN! Big/Lil reveal night...my phone ends up in legit two pieces. Ask Miss Ally Toolan about this since she witnessed the event of the death of anotherrrr phone.
Junior year comes around, and I was rocking the most ghetto phone in the worldddd. After many crazy JMU nights, my poor phone (9th phone) was attached by an elastic rubber band in order to work. Don't ask why...just over time it started falling apart.
So then, my wonderful grandmother sees my awful phone and decides to ge me another one as long as I promised to take good care of it. I of course promised and did everythinggggg in my power to not lose, break, or have the phone stolen from me. I got the phone junior year during december break and wellllll just killed it. It is a sad day in EvieK's phone history. I admit I have killed 10 phones with the most stupid and absurd reasons. So now pleaseee facebook me, email me, somehow get in touch with me because if you know me at all...you know my phone is attached to my hip at all times.
Good Job EvieK....NOT!