well, winter semester is over, so i decided to stay for spring term since it's only 7 weeks long. i'm in a new apartment with two of my best friends. we're supposed to have 3 other roommates come sometime soon, but since school started 4 days ago and it's suicidal to miss 4 days of school during a term, we have come to the conclusion that they must not be BYU students and are probably strippers who work late nights and haven't come to check-in just yet because they're staying over at their friend's houses and are covering day shifts to pay for their extensive parking tickets. it's bittersweet if/when they come. we'll meet new friends, but right now each of us has our own room and it's heavenly, so needless to say we'll be a bit bummed to lose that, but mainly to have to sleep with pants again. anyways, now that i got off on a tangent, what i really wanted to say was...
there i was in a deep sleep, dreaming that a huge ball of red velvet cake was rolling down my home street, crushing houses and cars (i don't like red velvet cake, so the dream was not completely out of place), when my alarm woke me up. i looked at the time and see that it's 10:50 in the morning. i don't have class till 12, so i was like "oh my gosh i feel so good. i just need to stretch and lay here and enjoy..." suddenly, i heard a door bell. (i wasn't aware that we had one, so that freaked me out). i immediately thought, "oh no the roommates are going to see me like this. great first impression." so i began to get up expecting them to wait a minute at least, but then literally 2 seconds later there was a huge banging on our front door. whiskey tango foxtrot , right? i got scared and threw my hair up, threw on some shorts and my glasses and ran to the door still half asleep. i find my roommate, rachel, letting two men into the apartment and they wasted no time, because they immediately started washing our carpet. you can bet that we were both quite confused with us being half asleep. okay, so they're washing our carpet. thank heavens because the people before us were messy. i mean really. it looks like a ja-poo-zzi overflowed in here. anyways, rachel and i decide to eat breakfast. i make myself oatmeal. i prefer eating my oatmeal with cinnamon. i remembered that i had some on my spice rack. but wait! the spice rack is on the carpet. oh well. so i walk over and get it. i notice that they have already washed where i was walking so it was pretty wet. the first thing i think is "oh smerf, it's wet. i'm going to slip on the tile. nahhhhh". what do i do when i come back to the tile? first step i take, i slip, bang my head on the wall behind me, and throw the spice rack at the opposite wall. mind you, where i slipped was about 4 feet wide, so the spice rack i threw at the wall landed on me after i was already unconscious and crippled on the floor. needless to say, it was a great start to the day. now off to conquer the world. huzzah!
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