I’m not going to go into the first part of my weekend, since that involved somewhat incriminating activities and there may come a day when I’ll show my mother this blog, and this is a conversation I’d rather not have with her. So, I’ll just talk about the past twenty minutes.
I had just finished a conversation with my parents, finishing by double-checking I had money in my bank account to confirm I didn’t need them to send me anything. I closed my bank information in my safe, and said goodbye.
Once I hung up, I noticed my keys weren’t on my desk. Or where I keep the safe. Or in my bed. Or under my bed. Or in my clothes hamper.
Me, calling my parents back and receiving their voicemail: Hey, so there’s a small chance I may have messed up a little bit. I locked my keys in my safe. Call me back, please. Love you. Bye.
Texting my friends on the group chat: Hey, does anyone know if UPD will help you break into safes?
Texting my friends: Your own safe, that is.
Texting my friends: Follow up question: does anyone know how to pick locks?
After waiting for roughly ten seconds, I gave up, and decided to go to one of my suitemates.
Me: Hey. So, do you know how to pick locks?
Him: No, but I could try. I might be able to pry it open. Is there anything you really need in there?
Me: Yes, drugs.
Him: *raises an eyebrow*
Me: My drugs. Prescription drugs. Which I need, as evidenced by the fact that I’m freaking out right now.
Me: The Internet says paperclips work for picking locks, but I can’t find any.
Him: It’d be pretty easy if you had a rake.
Me: No rake, but I’m waiting to hear back from one of my friends. My back-up plan is just to smash it to pieces with a hammer.
Him: That would work.
My roommate: Bobby pins work. I learned that from Fallout 4.
Him: Do you have any bobby pins?
Me: *helplessly holding up bangs that don’t even hang past my eyebrows*
Him: Yeah, me neither.
Me: I’ll go ask around.
After knocking on several doors, I found some.
Me: Thank you! If they don’t break, I’ll give them back.
I handed them to my suitemate, who immediately snapped the first one in half.
Him: You made empty promises.
I looked over at the WikiHow article on picking locks-- because of course one exists.
Me: You know, if this doesn’t work, we could always just throw it down the stairs. There’s like eight flights just outside.
Him: Plan B.
Eventually, we did get it open, and I promised to bake everyone on the floor cookies.
Me: *calling my parents back* Hey! I just wanted to call you to tell you to ignore the last message I sent you.
Mom: You sent a message?
Me: On your voicemail. We had a little bit of an emergency, but we got all sorted out. And by we, I mean my roommate, because I was useless.
Mom: I hope no one got hurt?
Me: Oh, no, nothing like that. I just kinda locked my keys in my safe. With my meds. And my meal card. And my credit card.
Mom: *starts laughing*
Me: Never enough excitement. Enjoy your date!
While I was planning on writing about my trip to San Francisco, I have had absolutely no time to do so. I have another vacation coming up, so hopefully I'll be able to get something down, but in the meantime, this story cropped up.
I’ve been sick for about a week, and for some reason, the combination of illness and whatever meds I’m on is making me act very, very loopy. I had spent most of the week in bed studying, but by Thursday, I’d reached the point where I was energetic and giddy enough to decide I was done being cooped up, and so I decided to go out with friends.
After somehow managing to get lost on the short walk from my dorm to my friend’s car, a group of us drove to the movies, where we watched the final installment in the Hunger Games series. It was awesome, and even though I was rather dizzy and bemused, I was able to follow along well enough.
After the movie, we dropped two of our friends off at home, and decided to go out driving for a bit. We made our way out to a beach, but the night was foggy, and the beach looked even creepier than usual, so we continued on. We traveled down a cliffside road overlooking the ocean, one we’d traversed more than once during the day, but had somehow managed to forget that it was one-lane, adding to our general disorientation. We had to pull over more than once to allow cars to pass by us, and the fog thickened, mingling with the darkness and making it almost impossible to see. At one point we had to stop the car because the road curved and it looked like it disappeared.
My friend: Well. This is fun. Do either of you see the road?
Me: Well… it probably didn’t just end right here. But it did just magically turn into a one-lane road, so who knows?
Eventually we were able to catch the reflection of a street sign, so we were able to save ourselves from driving off a cliff. We drove around for a little bit longer, but the night ended not long after that. Although going out and overexerting myself left me feeling absolutely awful the next day, I think it was worth it; life’s made up of little adventures like these, and sometimes it’s worth it to act a little recklessly.
Earlier this week, I was walking along the street after class when I heard a snippet of conversation concerning their excitement about Friday, and my initial thought was Holy crap, I'm so happy it's Friday. Then I realized it was only Tuesday, and that pretty much sums up how my week has been.
On the bright side, a few friends and I are making the trek down to the Bay Area this weekend, and we're staying at my place, which means I get to see my family and pets again, which I'm so excited for. We're planning on going to San Francisco on Sunday, and hopefully my family and I will visit Monterey on Saturday, which is one of my happy places. I'm very excited, and a little nervous, as this is the first time I'm inviting friends to sleep over at my already jam-packed house in a very long time. But hopefully all will go well (knock on wood), and I'll be more relaxed next week.
I have no idea what I'm doing.