Well, last night was a little crazy. I was getting ready for White Glove along with all my other roommates, then around 10:00 we decided to take a break. That’s when I lost all rational thinking. We watched Korean music videos, we got a visitor from the guy’s apartments (apparently, they had their White Glove on Thurseday, so the poor guy was bored to death), one of my roommates lent me her ipad and introduced me to a game called ‘Fruit Ninja,’ and I kept falling into giggle fits. Then I found out that my original plans for getting home weren’t going to fall through, but my roommates all kinda rushed to the scene and helped me arrange for a shuttle and everything, so it was all good in the end and I shouldn’t have to worry about that (except for taking care of a few loose ends today).
But I was still in giggle fits. And I was having just the funnest time destroying fruit on ‘Fruit Ninja,’ while my roommates watched other fun YouTube videos. Then around midnight I remembered that I was supposed to clean the oven as part of our White Gloves. And the guy who was visiting said that he could lend a hand. But he ended up doing all of it! He even went back to his apartment for more supplies! And in There are wonderful poeple in this world.
And then when he left… I was so tired. Hyped up, but so tired. There was one point were I choked on a glass of water as I was laughing so hard there were tears in my eyes. Choking, laughing, crying. This, my friends, is why one should always get to bed at a good time every night. You can feel all of your dignity slipping through your fingers, and you grow increasingly content in slicing virtual pomegranits in half.
The top of it all is that despite getting to bed past midnight, I woke up at 6:30 like I usually do (mark you, I don’t ever get up at 6:30, I usually sleep for another hour or two before I get ready for the day).