Bri Herter: blogger extraordinaire.

Well, here we go. I always said I would never blog because "the only people that blog are stay-at-home moms that have no life outside their children and cleaning, so blogging is the only way they can feel apart of the outside world." But I guess it's pretty obvious that I'm not a mom and I hate children AND cleaning, so I shouldn't feel lame (..sorry, moms). I just figured that enough stupid stuff happens to me that I don't want to forget about, yet I'm too lazy to journal by hand about.

Jeez, I also can't believe I'm starting this on December 11th...if you know me, you know I HATE the number 11. If you don't know me, well, first of all you shouldn't be reading this, but you should also know that I can't stand numbers that are one away from multiples of five. Such as 4, 6, 9, 11, 16, etc....and also any multiple of 11. Yuck. Don't ask me why, it's just a thing. And in case you're wondering, my favorite number is 15, followed closely by 13.

Alright, well, I guess I'll just talk about my week...I mean that's what bloggers do, right? And I'm a blogger now, so...here goes.
Monday was a fiasco. See, I have a severe procrastinating problem...seriously, worse than you've ever seen...so I pulled an all-nighter on Sunday night to get all my homework done for my Monday morning class that I'd been saving up for about a month. See, usually when I procrastinate I know I have a mountain of stuff to do, but I get so overwhelmed that I spend all my time worrying about how much stuff I have to do, and then sink into a stress-coma and never actually get any of the stuff done anyway. But instead of my homework's existence being revoked as I had willed it to be, my problem only seems to increase rather than disappear like my imagination fools me into believing it has. Except my Monday class is different because it's writing, and I actually like writing (because it actually has a purpose...unlike most other subjects *cough* math *cough*). Which is why I chose to deprive myself of a large chunk of sleep in order to complete it. So anyway, back to my disastrous Monday story.... So, I stayed up all night right, we got that...well, I was able to at least sort of function during class, and then I was extremely excited to come home and sleep. But I sped home in such a hasty fashion that I left all my books at class. Then when I got home, I didn't realize that the cord to my tape deck was in the door when I slammed it, so I broke that (which really blows because purchasing that thing a couple weeks ago was a troubling fiasco in itself). But here's where it gets good. For some reason the door to my house was locked...which it never is because I don't have a key. And it's not like either my mom or sister would be home for several hours. So there I am, broken tape deck, lost school books, running on no sleep, and locked out of my own house. It's those moments where I tend to break out into hysterical laughter, because that's the only thing I can do to keep from cursing and crying tears of intense rage.
But then! An idea. "I know," I thought, "I'll climb onto the garage roof and break in through one of those tiny windows above the sun room." It seemed like a genius plan. So, I got a ladder (if it hadn't been so freakishly cold and snowy, I would have found my own, creative way...) and got up there. And see the way the roof is, it's completely flat up there, and there's this six foot drop that leads to my porch (our apartment is attached to the second and third floor of this other house). The little windows looking into the sun room are right by the drop off.  BUT the little windows were all locked, so now I was exactly where I started only now I was cold because the snow had soaked through my super duper high quality shoes (note: don't go three years without buying new shoes and then settle for some free, canvas flats from the Church garage sale). So then my default coping mechanism of hysterical laughter started up again, and I was just wandering around laughing and hating life. And it was all snowy right, and I was really tired. So, playing off my current state of hysteria, the snow sprung its trap...it had cleverly veiled the part of the roof that dropped off onto my porch. So of course the next thing I knew I was plummeting down this six foot drop, ending up on my back in the snow. During this fall, I ended up doing who knows what to my big toe that resulted in it blowing up like an Italian sausage and required my stabbing it with a needle several times in order for it to be able to release all of its nasty, infectious puss.
I ended up driving all the way back to KVCC soaked in snow and hate, and spent the day with my guy friends discussing theories on how one of their girlfriend's was most likely schizophrenic.
Then I arrived home and after expressing my anger about the locked door to my mom, she simply said, "Well, you could have just gone through Bonnie's unlocked door (the house our apartment is attached to) and walked through the door on the third floor that leads right into our apartment...."  O_o
So, that was Monday.

The rest of the week consisted of a bunch of super-sleuthing that all lead up to an epic climax where a friend and I spent all of Friday staking out and confronting a random girl (with a video camera and everything) who we rightfully suspected was impersonating his (ex) girlfriend on facebook. So, good news, she wasn't skitzo, she just never existed. No but for real, I should probably go into the FBI.

Well, I guess that's all for now. I still don't have the book I need for my writing class...and since that's the only class that matters (even though it's the only credit I don't actually need to graduate...), I probably will continue to do nothing until I go to work in a couple hours.