I possibly just experienced the least productive day of my
life. Everything this morning was
scheduled out perfectly and I was going to be right on track, but it all
changed when I got a phone call during class.
After I got out of class I listened to the message on my phone, then
called the lady back. “Sure,” I
said. “Moving the interview to Friday at
the same time will work just fine for me.”
Changing the interview time for a job downtown meant I had
three more hours of time to spare, so I kicked off my boots, climbed up onto my
bunk bed, and snuggled under my cover while I watched an episode of Hart of
Dixie. (Let me tell you, watching the
pilot episode of that TV show on Netflix is going to be the death of me,
because now I’m outright addicted no matter how bad the acting may be.)
Before I knew it, it was lunchtime, so I unwound myself from
my cocoon and scrambled off my bed to grab some left over spaghetti out of the
fridge. People tell me it’s terribly
unhealthy to warm up food in Tupperware containers since they’re plastic, but I
do it anyway. After my food had been
nuked for a solid 2 minutes I climbed back into bed and watched another episode
of my show. As soon as that one finished
I knew I had to start studying but, like any normal procrastinating college
student, I had to check FB first.
Which meant that I saw a post on my floor wall from one of
the girls reminding the rest of us that the floor had to be decorated for
Ashton Haunted Ball, which was occurring in 5 hours. Other floors had started decorating a couple
days ago.
Let me tell you how much time we had invested into
decorating.
None.
So I took it upon myself, instead of studying, to walk down
the hallway and pick up a wad of cotton “spider web-making” material to help aid
in the decorating process. For a solid
hour I worked on my own, stringing spider web around the elevator and
throughout the hallway. Then a couple
other girls joined me in the decorating process and I got sucked even further
into it. I couldn’t just leave after I
had already done so much.
Around 4pm I called it quits and went back to my room to
study and get ready to go to dinner with my dad.
I ended up cleaning my room instead. Ironically, my roommate posted this photo on
my wall right as I was in the middle of the cleaning process and it couldn’t
have been more correct.
*sigh* I was wasting time away and I knew it.
Needless to say, I didn’t study. When my dad showed up (flowers in hand!) I
took him through my hall, introducing him to various people and then I walked
him to the guy’s side to show them that they had decorated for Halloween… with
a Christmas theme. They even had a TV,
playing a never-ending clip of a crackling fireplace. The last time I saw one of those was in a
nursing home.
My dad and I left after a bit and drove to Ballard to find a
restaurant I had chosen online, called “The Walrus and the Carpenter”, which is
apparently named due to an Alice and Wonderland reference. When we walked in and discovered it was a
45-minute wait we put our names on the waiting list and walked down the street
to eat dessert at “Hot Cakes”.
Delicious. Always has
been.
We walked back to the restaurant and a blissful night of
eating ensued. When I eat real food it’s
as if my stomach is a bottomless pit and I think I can proudly say I might have
eaten just as much, or more, than my dad did.
We made sure we documented every food we tried on Forkly, a wonderful
iPhone app that I highly recommend. (If you want to read about my dad's last visit to Seattle, nearly a year ago, read Eating Happiness.)
After dinner I got back to my room around 9:30pm since my
dad and I first went to Will’s room to say hello. They talked a lot about sports, no surprises
there, and I would occasionally try to interject with something slightly smart
and knowledgeable sounding. Compared to
most girls, I know a lot more about sports.
But, when a hearty conversation about terrible team-management is
occurring between two guys, it’s hard to get a word in.
So, eventually I get back to my room. Did I study?
A little bit. But a lot of other
things happened within the span of three hours that were pretty distracting,
and most of them won’t be served justice in a few words so I’ll save myself the
trouble of trying to summarize. After
all, it was Halloween and no one wanted to settle in for a normal night.
Welcome to my college life.
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