On the eleventh day of Christmas...
I was just reading one of my old journals and I found a funny story that I just *have* to put in here... Mind you, it was *SO* not funny when I wrote it, but it really happened, and it's funny now. Especially with my writing style... lots of comments from the peanut gallery. Anyways, here it is:
Sunday, June 20, 2004 (American Arms Hotel, moving back to WA. I have my own room, on a diff. floor than the 'rents.)
I woke up at twelve and looked at the clock and wondered why Mom didn't call me at eight like she said she would... so I was gonna get in the shower and get ready because we're going to brunch. So I'm getting up and I hear this loud noise, which was what woke me up in the first place, and I wondered what it was... I figured out that it was the door that leads to 324/25 (I'm in 324) slamming shut.
I looked outside and it was dark still- I realized that it was twelve... AT NIGHT! These new "neighbors" were moving in... and there could be only two people per room, but they were making enough noise for *four guys*...! They kept slamming the door and crap and then I hear this knocking on the door... I guess he left his key in his room, but then he opened the door. Maybe he figured I was gonna let him in...? What an idiot. Then, I start looking in the peep-hole in my door to try to see who's making the noise... and it's only **ONE GUY**!... who then, just as I need to go, gets in the bathroom and starts making all this noise setting up his stuff!
By this point, I really have to pee, so I get dressed, go down to the lobby and use the bathroom. I go to the front desk and the lady gives me this "and you're out of bed because...?" look and then asks if she can "help me." I told her everything I just wrote and asked her to call 325 and tell them to shut up. So, she calls 325 and the guy's like "I'm in bed. And, I'm the only person in here." So the lady tells me that I must "have the wrong room"! I was SO pissed at her that I just left and went back to my room.
That guy better not have all his crap all over the bathroom. That would seriously piss me off. It's already 1:20, so I've been awake for 80 minutes! He didn't even turn off the light in the "hallway"! Now *I* have to go do it... great- how fun... not!!! I can't believe him- how can ONE guy make that much noise? Even if he didn't know if anyone was in 324, he still shouldn't have been all loud like that. I knew I should have locked the other side of the bathroom door... But then he probably would've just gone and knocked on my door and asked me to open it... oh well, it's not like I wasn't up already.
Then, when I went to open the window, the curtain fell off the rod! Well, it was half the curtain, but still... so I had to put that back together... And when I went to get my journal, I left the pen open on the [white] sheet and it totally left a spot! I hope housekeeping can get it out with bleach or something. They seriously better not charge us for that.
Great. Now I've been up for and hour and a half!- it's 1:30. This is *so* unbelieveable! I'm *soooo* tired, and that jerk (that I have to share a bathroom with) woke me up! I really hope I can get back to bed- he's gonna get it!
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I still think it's funny... But hey, that's just me.
Geez- while my Dad and I were sitting in Starbucks [for the second time] today, this lady talked about her hair for at *least* 15 minutes! To some guy, too... Really lady, like some dude wants to listen to you talk about why you don't color your hair and how it was easier to "maintain" when it was short. Hello! It was annoying... and then she and her friend moved to the couch semi-next to us, and she started talking about how her and her boyfriend don't astrologically mesh very well... That was a riot! It's was just hilarious- she was like, "well, there are four signs: earth, wind/air, water, and fire. He's water, I'm fire" and then something about how "the fire I think, boils the water" and some stupid stuff... ROTFLOL! I can't help it. I'm having a laughing fit now! It's hilarious.
Oh, and all the while this lady is talking at this poor guy, two other guys [all the way across the room] are talking about "the subcultures in America" and how they're "un-reached" and how there are "so many." Ugh. And how you're just supposed to "follow you're heart because like, um, like, yeah like, totally." You'd *think* they could use another word besides "like." It was kinda funny- but more annoying than funny... astrology girl was a riot, though, I must say. I had a hard time concentrating on the chess game we were playing.
I'm so not wrapping another present as long as I live. I wrapped Mom and Mike's stuff I got for them and in the process [get this], I cut myself. With the scissors. Not kidding. I cut myself with the scissors. I mean geez, how utterly and completely pathetic is that? It wasn't even for a nobel cause- I just flat out was a dork and cut my pinky [somehow] with the turquoise scissors. I'm sure that'll be funny in five years or so. You know something that's even more sad- this isn't the first time I've snipped myself, either. (Wow, that last sentence sounds cheesy.) At least the other two (yes, two) times I slipped...
Sunday, June 20, 2004 (American Arms Hotel, moving back to WA. I have my own room, on a diff. floor than the 'rents.)
I woke up at twelve and looked at the clock and wondered why Mom didn't call me at eight like she said she would... so I was gonna get in the shower and get ready because we're going to brunch. So I'm getting up and I hear this loud noise, which was what woke me up in the first place, and I wondered what it was... I figured out that it was the door that leads to 324/25 (I'm in 324) slamming shut.
I looked outside and it was dark still- I realized that it was twelve... AT NIGHT! These new "neighbors" were moving in... and there could be only two people per room, but they were making enough noise for *four guys*...! They kept slamming the door and crap and then I hear this knocking on the door... I guess he left his key in his room, but then he opened the door. Maybe he figured I was gonna let him in...? What an idiot. Then, I start looking in the peep-hole in my door to try to see who's making the noise... and it's only **ONE GUY**!... who then, just as I need to go, gets in the bathroom and starts making all this noise setting up his stuff!
By this point, I really have to pee, so I get dressed, go down to the lobby and use the bathroom. I go to the front desk and the lady gives me this "and you're out of bed because...?" look and then asks if she can "help me." I told her everything I just wrote and asked her to call 325 and tell them to shut up. So, she calls 325 and the guy's like "I'm in bed. And, I'm the only person in here." So the lady tells me that I must "have the wrong room"! I was SO pissed at her that I just left and went back to my room.
That guy better not have all his crap all over the bathroom. That would seriously piss me off. It's already 1:20, so I've been awake for 80 minutes! He didn't even turn off the light in the "hallway"! Now *I* have to go do it... great- how fun... not!!! I can't believe him- how can ONE guy make that much noise? Even if he didn't know if anyone was in 324, he still shouldn't have been all loud like that. I knew I should have locked the other side of the bathroom door... But then he probably would've just gone and knocked on my door and asked me to open it... oh well, it's not like I wasn't up already.
Then, when I went to open the window, the curtain fell off the rod! Well, it was half the curtain, but still... so I had to put that back together... And when I went to get my journal, I left the pen open on the [white] sheet and it totally left a spot! I hope housekeeping can get it out with bleach or something. They seriously better not charge us for that.
Great. Now I've been up for and hour and a half!- it's 1:30. This is *so* unbelieveable! I'm *soooo* tired, and that jerk (that I have to share a bathroom with) woke me up! I really hope I can get back to bed- he's gonna get it!
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I still think it's funny... But hey, that's just me.
Geez- while my Dad and I were sitting in Starbucks [for the second time] today, this lady talked about her hair for at *least* 15 minutes! To some guy, too... Really lady, like some dude wants to listen to you talk about why you don't color your hair and how it was easier to "maintain" when it was short. Hello! It was annoying... and then she and her friend moved to the couch semi-next to us, and she started talking about how her and her boyfriend don't astrologically mesh very well... That was a riot! It's was just hilarious- she was like, "well, there are four signs: earth, wind/air, water, and fire. He's water, I'm fire" and then something about how "the fire I think, boils the water" and some stupid stuff... ROTFLOL! I can't help it. I'm having a laughing fit now! It's hilarious.
Oh, and all the while this lady is talking at this poor guy, two other guys [all the way across the room] are talking about "the subcultures in America" and how they're "un-reached" and how there are "so many." Ugh. And how you're just supposed to "follow you're heart because like, um, like, yeah like, totally." You'd *think* they could use another word besides "like." It was kinda funny- but more annoying than funny... astrology girl was a riot, though, I must say. I had a hard time concentrating on the chess game we were playing.
I'm so not wrapping another present as long as I live. I wrapped Mom and Mike's stuff I got for them and in the process [get this], I cut myself. With the scissors. Not kidding. I cut myself with the scissors. I mean geez, how utterly and completely pathetic is that? It wasn't even for a nobel cause- I just flat out was a dork and cut my pinky [somehow] with the turquoise scissors. I'm sure that'll be funny in five years or so. You know something that's even more sad- this isn't the first time I've snipped myself, either. (Wow, that last sentence sounds cheesy.) At least the other two (yes, two) times I slipped...