Yesterday was so weird.
I got up and went to work. After four days off, I seriously had no idea why my alarm was going off at 6:50a. I had no idea where I was, what day it was, and why I was being awoken. Slowly I figured it out when I remembered I do, in fact, have a job...and wait a tick...it's JEANS day, because I only have to work a HALF day because we are heading to FAMILY FUN CENTER this afternoon!
(I am completely and totally motivated by Jeans Day at work.) (Shut up, Nick.)
Anywho, I made the day trip to Fremont, worked for a few hours, then headed to Family Fun Center, where the following things happened:
- I ate too much.
- I sucked at putt putt.
- I fell in LOVE with Bazooka Ball and may invest in some nerf guns.
- I seriously do love arcade games and anytime anyone wants to go, I'm game.
- I realized how amazing it is to leave my work people and then have a very tiny drive home.
So after that I went to Chick Fil A and immediately negated my calorie burn. You see, today is Ash Wednesday, and while I am not a good Catholic girl, I like to see if I can participate in Lent. I usually fail pretty badly, but this year I am giving up meat, and I am anxious to see how long I can last. So I meated out at Chick Fil A last night, and that shit is bomb.com.
I went home then, and was excited to catch up on my DVR and have a quiet evening. Then the fire alarms went off at 7p. I thought it was my cell phone at first. So few people call me I don't ever recognize my ring tone. Then I realized the sound was coming from the hall. I lived in the dorms at BVU, where we had fire alarms pulled by drunks every weekend, so my first thought was that this was fake. Then I realized I am 33 and one of the youngest people living in my apartment complex, so I went out to investigate and the following things happened:
- It was, in fact, a real fire. Smoke was pouring out of one of the third story windows.
- It was down a little bit from my apartment, so my stuff is fine, but it was still terrifying.
- I was trapped outside for a solid hour where I walked around in a hoodie, sweats and a pair of Missy's tennis shoes and looked homeless.
- I have never spoken to my neighbors, but I now know quite a bit about them.
- One of them referred to me as "that girl who runs all the time" and it made my freaking day.
And that was that.