Oh Fickle Fate! How thou turns the wheel...
Medieval quotation cause, what the hell.
So my weekend was fun. Good, even. I made two new friends, got to see a really awesome rendition of Tchaik 4, and successfully talked to my friend in the Peace Corps for 2 hours. Life is pretty good, right?
WRONG. So deadly wrongly wrong I don't EVEN.
So I get back yesterday after performing in a pretty good concert happy with myself and the world and go to get my house keys. Oh what, they're not there. I was double-taking for like half a minute because I could. not. believe. how stupid THAT had been. So I knock on the door hoping against hope that my roommate who lives all the way up on the 3rd floor would hear me. Guess how that turned out. So I climb up the fake fire emergency staircase to go knocking on my 2nd story roommate's window just in case he's home (unlikely). Also a 'guess how that turned out' situation.
One of the girls in the partition next to us came out (since I was climbing on ladders and knocking on windows like a creeper and whatnot) and offered to let me camp out in their place til I figured out my crapload of problems. I get in, go to get my phone to call someone and...guess what? No really, guess. Yeah, no phone. Basically my entire existence in locked in the house. So I borrowed my neighbor's phone to call the landlord, but he's a couple states away. Yeah, but the day before he woke me up at 9 to check my mattress for bedbugs, even though the HEALTH INSPECTOR just did that with a surgical flashlight or somesuch ridiculous thing. What makes you think you can do better?
Anyway, since I had no one else to call (since I don't have my roommates' numbers memorized) I resorted to asking to go up to the 3rd floor so I could bang on the wall and hope to attract my roommate's attention. No dice. Now these girls are organizing a party and I'm basically just chilling in the corner on my iPod (why the hell did I think I needed that but couldn't bother to check if I had my KEYS??) listening to the front door for when my roommates eventually return. Finally, about an hour later, when the first guests have started to arrive and I'm smiling awkwardly at everyone and wishing I was anywhere else (you know, a ditch, the moon, an Amazonian jungle...) I hear my front door open.
Turns out my 3rd floor roommate was here the whole time and thought he'd been going crazy hearing somebody banging on his walls and shouting his name. Nope, that was just me. Hold the door while I get my stuff and awkwardly thank the neighbors? Great, thanks, bye. So I go inside (finally!), go up to the 2nd floor, and open my door. Then I got some hot chocolate, finished my paper, and got a good night's sleep. Except not.
Yeah, my room door was locked too. I'm never ever locking that door again, I don't care what people break in and steal, I don't even CARE. So I run downstairs but my roommate's already long gone and the other one hardly ever gets home before 11. It is now 6. Okay, I don't know what I was thinking before, but somewhere in my mind I just assumed that if I could get into the house then I'd be able to get into my room. I don't know, we'll use a coat hanger or something, I'VE GOT THIS.
So I spend about 2 hours concocting more and more ridiculous methods to get inside my room. I mutilated one of my spiral notebooks to use the wire, first to pick the lock (an unmitigated failure) then to bind a spatula to a slat of wood, slide it under the door and try to use my fingers to control the whole contraption enough to unlock the door. Yeah, guess how that turned out.
Now I'm getting desperate. I remember that my window is unlocked so I go outside to see if I can somehow climb up. I live in a pretty old house, so the ceilings are higher than average and the window is at spiderman capabilities. So that's a no go as well.
I go inside and bewail my fate for a while, cook dinner, and read fanfiction on my iPod until it dies. THEN my 3rd floor roommate comes home. And promptly goes oh crap you were locked out of your room all this time? He goes upstairs and we spend about half an hour coming up with more ridiculous solutions to the locked door problem. Nothing works. Of course. He even drove his jeep right next to the side of the house and tried to climb up to reach my window. Unfortunately, there's nothing to grab on to on the eave below my window and he might be strong but you can't pull yourself up by your fingertips. Spiderman capabilities. Yeah.
So we finally give up for the night, he lends me a T-shirt and shorts to sleep in, and says he can wake me up at 7:30. That works, since oh yeah I still have a paper to write. So now I'm in the library counting down to my first class and hoping nobody notices that I'm still wearing my concert clothes from last night.
This is going to be a long day.
And no, you DON'T get an LJ-cut, alright? You can't get everything you want, or didn't you hear that part of the story?
So my weekend was fun. Good, even. I made two new friends, got to see a really awesome rendition of Tchaik 4, and successfully talked to my friend in the Peace Corps for 2 hours. Life is pretty good, right?
WRONG. So deadly wrongly wrong I don't EVEN.
So I get back yesterday after performing in a pretty good concert happy with myself and the world and go to get my house keys. Oh what, they're not there. I was double-taking for like half a minute because I could. not. believe. how stupid THAT had been. So I knock on the door hoping against hope that my roommate who lives all the way up on the 3rd floor would hear me. Guess how that turned out. So I climb up the fake fire emergency staircase to go knocking on my 2nd story roommate's window just in case he's home (unlikely). Also a 'guess how that turned out' situation.
One of the girls in the partition next to us came out (since I was climbing on ladders and knocking on windows like a creeper and whatnot) and offered to let me camp out in their place til I figured out my crapload of problems. I get in, go to get my phone to call someone and...guess what? No really, guess. Yeah, no phone. Basically my entire existence in locked in the house. So I borrowed my neighbor's phone to call the landlord, but he's a couple states away. Yeah, but the day before he woke me up at 9 to check my mattress for bedbugs, even though the HEALTH INSPECTOR just did that with a surgical flashlight or somesuch ridiculous thing. What makes you think you can do better?
Anyway, since I had no one else to call (since I don't have my roommates' numbers memorized) I resorted to asking to go up to the 3rd floor so I could bang on the wall and hope to attract my roommate's attention. No dice. Now these girls are organizing a party and I'm basically just chilling in the corner on my iPod (why the hell did I think I needed that but couldn't bother to check if I had my KEYS??) listening to the front door for when my roommates eventually return. Finally, about an hour later, when the first guests have started to arrive and I'm smiling awkwardly at everyone and wishing I was anywhere else (you know, a ditch, the moon, an Amazonian jungle...) I hear my front door open.
Turns out my 3rd floor roommate was here the whole time and thought he'd been going crazy hearing somebody banging on his walls and shouting his name. Nope, that was just me. Hold the door while I get my stuff and awkwardly thank the neighbors? Great, thanks, bye. So I go inside (finally!), go up to the 2nd floor, and open my door. Then I got some hot chocolate, finished my paper, and got a good night's sleep. Except not.
Yeah, my room door was locked too. I'm never ever locking that door again, I don't care what people break in and steal, I don't even CARE. So I run downstairs but my roommate's already long gone and the other one hardly ever gets home before 11. It is now 6. Okay, I don't know what I was thinking before, but somewhere in my mind I just assumed that if I could get into the house then I'd be able to get into my room. I don't know, we'll use a coat hanger or something, I'VE GOT THIS.
So I spend about 2 hours concocting more and more ridiculous methods to get inside my room. I mutilated one of my spiral notebooks to use the wire, first to pick the lock (an unmitigated failure) then to bind a spatula to a slat of wood, slide it under the door and try to use my fingers to control the whole contraption enough to unlock the door. Yeah, guess how that turned out.
Now I'm getting desperate. I remember that my window is unlocked so I go outside to see if I can somehow climb up. I live in a pretty old house, so the ceilings are higher than average and the window is at spiderman capabilities. So that's a no go as well.
I go inside and bewail my fate for a while, cook dinner, and read fanfiction on my iPod until it dies. THEN my 3rd floor roommate comes home. And promptly goes oh crap you were locked out of your room all this time? He goes upstairs and we spend about half an hour coming up with more ridiculous solutions to the locked door problem. Nothing works. Of course. He even drove his jeep right next to the side of the house and tried to climb up to reach my window. Unfortunately, there's nothing to grab on to on the eave below my window and he might be strong but you can't pull yourself up by your fingertips. Spiderman capabilities. Yeah.
So we finally give up for the night, he lends me a T-shirt and shorts to sleep in, and says he can wake me up at 7:30. That works, since oh yeah I still have a paper to write. So now I'm in the library counting down to my first class and hoping nobody notices that I'm still wearing my concert clothes from last night.
This is going to be a long day.
And no, you DON'T get an LJ-cut, alright? You can't get everything you want, or didn't you hear that part of the story?