Thursday, April 28, 2011

April 27 and 28

April 27

So yesterday I didn't get another blog up, and I apologize.  Once I get in the habit of updating every day it will become second nature, at least I hope it does!

So anyway... yesterday.  Well all of my classes were cancelled so I agreed to run to Walmart with some friends at 9:30 in the morning (why we chose this time I'm not sure, we are in college and we know better!).  So we get to Walmart and that was kind of funny.  We have three people walking side by side and a cart filled with groceries.  So then I mention I need to get "smelly stuff" (I went brain dead and forgot it was called perfume).  So my other friend mentions how he needs deodorant.  So I kid you not we went to the health a beauty section and spent half an hour smelling all the different scents, because, well that's what college kids do I guess.  So then we leave and I had my first ever taxi ride.  Not sure it's something I ever want to repeat.  It's firstly kind of expensive, secondly, I'm not sure how comfortable I am with being in a stranger's car.  This wasn't made any easier by the fact that the whole time I'm in the taxi all I can think about it the movie "Bone Collector" where two people get kidnapped and murdered by the, you guessed it, cab driver.  If I'd been alone I would've walked, bags and all.

So we get back to my friend's house, and literally as soon as we get out of the cab the tornado sirens go off.  Now I have a confession, tornadoes are my biggest fear of all times.  I'm not afraid of flood, fire, or earthquakes, just tornadoes.  Well we are nowhere near a basement.  So I rush my friend who lives on campus with me into the car so I can punch it back to campus.  On the way my mom's boyfriend texts me, "Watch kiddo you're under a tornado warning" so I call him and he explains that the spotted tornado is headed our way, will be there in the next half hour or so.  Well I have to park off campus because I'm too cheap to buy a parking permit.  So my mom calls as soon as I get out of the car.  My friend and I are walking back to campus and I was explaining we had half hour or so and that we'll make it back on campus.  As soon as I say that, the sirens go off again.  So literally, "Mom sirens, gotta go, bye!" hang up the phone and start running back to campus.  So my friend and I are running back to campus, we're in literally a field, completely unprotected, so I explain we will just say forget the sign in dorm procedure, he can sneak in with me no one will notice.  So we get to my building (it was closest) and I get my ID to swipe in, it's not there.  My first thought was, I kid not, "Great we are going to die because I'm an idiot and lost my Rocketcard.  My second thought was, "If we don't die, I'm dead for losing my Rocketcard." So I bang on the door and we get in.  I leave my friend in the hallway to run to my dorm to see if the card's there.  I'm in my room (not even 5 minutes after the sirens went off and alert comes over campus "The Warning has been lifted".  I'm like are you kidding me?!  At this point my friend is late for his radio show and we are across campus.

So I beg my friend to let me go with him, because me being an idiot was afraid the tornado would come back and I didn't want to be by myself when it did!  So we run to my car, and there is my ID on the front seat, it fell out when I took my wallet out to check something.  So we go back to his dorm, I grab lunch and get to watch him put on his radio show.  I've never watched the production of a radio show and it was very interesting.  I enjoyed it immensely and can't wait to watch again on Sunday.


April 28
So today was my last day of actual classes.  I only had health, I also had a paper due in class.  So I remember this as I'm getting ready to leave my dorm.  So I plan to stop in the lobby and print my paper.  In the time it took my to put on my backpack and walk downstairs I forgot that I had a paper to print.  So I continue you on my way, totally forgetting about the paper until I get to class.  Five minutes before class starts the girl next to me asks what I wrote for my paper.  I panicked!  I mean this is the last assignment except for the final how could I forget.  So I throw my bag back on and rush out of the classroom to go to Gillham Hall to print my paper.  In the hallway I'm muttering "stupid, stupid, stupid" to myself, how could I have been so stupid to forget this paper?!  As I'm calling myself stupid in the hallway, my professor passes me, and looks at me funny.  She says hi, and I turn and ask if there's a printing lab in the building.  There is but I can't use it because it's reserved for staff.  So I say, "Ok, well I'm going to Gillham to print this, I'm going to be late to class."  She looks at me, and says, "I trust it's done, you can e-mail it to me, or you can come to my office and print it after class, I won't take points off."  I seriously could've hugged her right there.  I wasn't having a bad morning, but I feel so stupid when I forget things like that, that I was just flipping out.  So thank God for understanding professors!

So I get home from health, and I open my friend's paper so that I can edit it.  I get half way through and realize there's no way I can get it all proofread and sent back before work, and if I don't do it before work, he won't have time to change it.  So I'm feeling really bad but I send him the suggested corrections I found and then out of nowhere the worst headache I've had in a very long time explodes in my head.  I was literally seeing stars for a while there.  Ordinarily I'm stubborn, and I don't call off work for anything!  Well today was the exception.  I call off, take some medication, and fell asleep at 12:30.  I seriously didn't wake up until 4:30.  I'm not sure what the issue was but it sucked!  I'm also really wiped out, I could seriously go to bed right now at 7 PM and sleep until tomorrow.  I kind of want to actually.  However, tonight is last Cru I won't miss it, and I'm going with a friend who's very special to me.  It will be awesome.

Brianna

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