Tuesday, October 12, 2010

A Day in the Life of a Walking Disaster - AKA: Follow Me Around and Laugh at the Unfortunate Events that Happen to Me on a Daily Basis

It's true.  I am a walking disaster.  Most days I am guaranteed to do each of the following at least once:
  • Spill one beverage or liquid
  • Trip over a small object or something non-existent
  • Hurt my body - usually by bumping into things
  • Drop something, such as a cell phone or my pen, etc.
  • Experience technical difficulties
To paint a picture for you all, I'll relay to you exactly how my day unfolded on Monday...

It just so happens that I had a rough night's sleep before I had to get awake on Monday morning.  Mind you, I also had to wake up to the real, annoying sound that comes from a legitimate alarm clock.  Yes, that is because my cell phone is currently out of commission and I could not listen to a more pleasant alarm sound.  Ugh.  (We can check off bullet number 5 from my list up there!)  Needless to say, the first few moments of my day were unbearable.

So, I moved on from my first waking moment and made it successfully through my first two classes.  Between my second class and my third class I chose to take a bathroom break.  While in my stall, I managed to hit my head on one of the contraptions in the stall (disgusting, I know) AND drop my chap stick from my pocket onto the floor.  That second part wouldn't be so bad aside from the fact that the cap to the chap stick popped off and bacteria surely made its way onto my lip balm from the dirty floor (even more disgusting, I know!).  So, obviously I had to throw it out.  At this point it was only ten in the morning, and I then had to face six more hours of classes before I could get home to my other sticks of lip balm.  Chapped lips are the worst.  (At this point, we can check off the third and forth bullets on my list up there.)

At ten am, I had successfully managed to get more than half-way through my disaster list for the day.  Sweet success!

As the rest of my day unfolded, I managed to drop a pen (into the purse of the girl sitting next to me, of course) and trip over an un-even stretch of bricks on campus.  (Again, bullet number four gets another check-mark, and we might as well check off bullet number two!)  And yes, I spilled something.  I spilled some of my contact solution as I tried to take my contacts out that night.  (Just in time - my final bullet can be checked off right before bed.) 

At this point, all I can do is embrace my clumsy character.  It’s inevitable that I am going to experience these mini-disasters each and every day, and it is in my best interest to expect and even welcome them (as if I had a choice).  Bring it on, world.  I am prepared to take on these trials and tribulations ANY day!

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