I sing, I laugh, I mom people, I eat french fries, I watch trashy tv and enjoy it, and I love learning about people more than anything. Read my rants, they get silly. Peace.
— DMB mood. Holler.
So. About a month or so ago, my friends Ryan and David knocked on our door at UD with a wet floor sign. We don’t know where they got it, because they wouldn’t tell us. Not only would they not tell us, I don’t think they even knew. But whatever. We didn’t ask any more questions.
Now this wet floor sign was special. That very day before David and Ryan showed up at our door with one, me and Christine saw one in the elevator (to warn people about spilt chicken fingers no less. Watch out for that wetness…??..) and we debated stealing it. We were hyper, we didn’t really mean it. But when David and Ryan showed up at our door with a wet floor sign, it was like it was meant to be. So we did like anyone else would do. We kept it and whipped it out at (in)appropriate times.
Over breaks, the RA’s do rounds and check everyone’s rooms for safety issues etc. Christine and I not only made a point to get rid of our alcohol/paraphernalia, but we cleaned and unplugged everything. We left the wet floor sign behind Christine’s laundry bin and went home.
Of course, the RA who is the leader in Campus Ministry and has nothing else to do but write kids up inspects our room and finds the wet floor sign. And assumes we stole it.
I can’t get written up again. Especially not for something that stupid. Good thing my RA is awesome and is sticking up for us. But still. If I get written up again, I’ll be pissed. Not to mention, the stress I just left behind just followed me back home. And that, my friend, does NOT fly.
I’m kind of praying this guy finds the Christmas spirit in him to not write me up. Again. I see him in church every Sunday. He should know better than to think I would steal. If I was going to steal, I’d steal something exciting. Not a wet floor sign.
Well. That’s pretty damn exciting. I can’t even ignore that.
I’m just happy to be home. But pissed that I can’t relax. Yet.
Brittany: Hmm...It's ok. I forgive you.
God: Sweet. Much love.
Brittany: Right back attchya, big guy.
Chicken sandwiches are my faveskies. I appreciate your concern.
Finals might kill me.
Song I didn’t know was on my ipod but is worth listening to:
“If I Had Eyes” - Jack Johnson
— Timothy Sean John. (Oh my.)
College Student #2: Yeah, dude. It's like...34 degrees right now. Awesome.