Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Random Tuesday

As my blog posts get fewer and fewer, my headline creating skills are getting suckier. Not that I have ever been that creative, but I can't for the life of my come up with a better name for this random collection of information I'm about to throw out you.

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. 
After that I ran...outside! LOVE. I cannot wait until the weather is better and I can do this daily. I am so sick of the treadmill the thought of it makes me want to cry and die.

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. 
We finally got to go back in, and it took me forever to warm up, and it took them forever to turn our water back on.

And that was that. 

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