With accidents you'll never know what could have been. (Motion City Soundtrack)
So it's early morning and I have to head to class in a few, but that song worked its way into my head when I was getting ready, and I felt it would help be get back into the swing of this blog, so here I am. The chilled, glass-bottled Starbucks mocha frappe I've taken to using as an "energy drink" doesn't taste as yummy when the sun is out and I'm facing a full day ahead of me; perhaps that is a good sign that I won't start drinking coffee like a caffeine addict every morning.
I finally re-opened my box of fruity pebbles and am now eating them from a small Dixie paper cup with a recycled plastic spoon taken from Hale Aloha Cafe when take-out time means take-out-utensils freely.
Speaking of take-out and going back to accidents, last night I successfully spilled pineapple orange Crystal Light all over the building lobby, right by the CDC desk. My cup was sitting on its box of beef chow mein, salad with ranch dressing, and honeydew melon, and I had successfully opened the door with one hand, and passed the welcome mat.... when.... I felt the weight of my box shift and felt the dread the cup tumbled to the floor, hit it with a force, popped off its own lid, and sent the orange liquid everywhere. Hehe.
It's funny because a few weeks ago, our RA was at the front desk as Annie, Megan and I went to get take-out and come back. On our return trip, he recommended that we hold the box on top of the cup because at least if the box fell, the mess would not be as huge or hard to clean up if the box did happen to open when it fell (I find this conclusion slightly debatable). Matt told us that, noting that "Yesterday, someone spilled Pepsi EVERYWHERE." Here I am, weeks later, thinking about exactly that on my walk back to the building, and it happens. I guess I should listen to the RA. However, I was definitely more glad to have cleaned up a liquid than slimy noodles and sticky ranch sauce. I was also more glad that I was only missing a drink and not my entire meal for the evening. (:
I think I handled the situation pretty well, calmly asking the guy at the desk for cleaning supplies (I got a roll of toilet paper, and went to the bathroom to steal some paper towels), and got to work cleaning up that mess. I guess I could have essentially left it there, 'cause the desk guy didn't even see when it happened, but what kind of person would I have been then? It was okay that I had to face people walking in through the door our out of the building seeing me clean the floor like a maid, hehe. It was no one I knew, anyway! There was this girl that came through, asking, "That's not from a leak, right? We don't need things broken already." And when she came back down, she had a cardboard box, and the desk guy asked, "Where are you going with that?" and she so matter-of-factly said "I'm going to recycle, of course!" And the guy gave her props, and she commented on how she's always trying to help out in efforts as such, and whatnot, and she just seemed to have such a strange personality, I couldn't put my finger on what kind of person she'd be as a friend.
Anyway, there's my story. Moral? Hold on to your drink. And maybe listen more to your RA, hehe.
A nice 10 minutes of slight humiliation on my part, but it matters not! All part of the experience.
I'm back, Blogger. With a text count of over 3500 sent/received since we got unlimited, a larger pack of Air Optix contacts, a diminishing supply of chocolate and satisfactory snack food, and a lack of Tumblr/Facebook/AIM access, I am ready to tackle this final month of college. It's been a great, yet stressful adventure so far. Plus all those trips on the bus to malls and food places. Yup yup.
Happy Monday.
Don't ponder what could have been too much, now.
Just keep moving on.
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