Once I get settled (financially and have a job/career), I want to live on the beach. I mean, who wouldn’t? Man, wouldn’t that be tight? Learn to surf, have bonfires and everything. That’ll be the life! And if not, then staying in a high rise right in the middle of downtown. Wouldn’t that be awesome?
So yesterday (May 1, 2012) at 12:16 A.M., my house phone rang. Odd that someone would call at that time of day…As I was waiting to listen to see who was calling, the phone said “Call from…Grandpa.” Well, my grandpa passed away last week. So I was like “what the…” and called my aunts to see if they could’ve had his phone and butt dialed me, but nope. They were all knocked out. Well see, I thought his current phone number was the one that called, but in reality, it was his old number he had years ago. I mean, what are the odds that someone who had your relatives old number call your house phone? You know? Anyways, my dad called the number after I told him and well, I forgot what he said…but still. Now, I really don’t believe in ghosts nor spirits, but dang. This is freaky as heck. Like, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m not crazy or anything, but man, this is crazy. Just thinking about it gives me the chills man. So I don’t know…maybe it was just a coincidence? But I mean, still you know? Every time someone has their number changed, what are the chances of you getting a call from that number. I know my grandpa wouldn’t do anything to scare me, but holy crap lol. Maybe I’m just over analyzing this huh? We’ll never know, maybe I should call the guy back tomorrow and see why he called? And plus, the guy who called was Asian as well. I think he said he didn’t call. Anyways…I’m actually kind of scared…and I usually don’t get scared man…maybe I am crazy even though I know I’m not crazy. Wow. I never really express my thoughts. Okay…well I’m gonna finish my homework now.