It's been, what, two weeks since I last blogged? Like I've said before, I have an extremely busy sleep schedule to keep so it can be hard for me to do things like blogging for free on a regular basis. Also, this damn weather is making joints hurt. No, I'm not 75 years old but I do have the sexiest knobbly joints riddled with the beginnings of arthritis EVER!
In reality, not a lot has happened in the last 2 weeks. I've applied for more jobs than I can shake a stick at. We had our last Wednesday show of Class of '94 at HUGE and we were asked to return on Fridays in August and September for the 9:30 slot, which is AWESOME. I was asked to be in a Fringe show called Pretentious Conversations written by Laura Buchholz and directed by John Haynes. You can check all that stuff out on my "What the?" page so I'll stop self-promoting now. But seriously, come to my shows.
The most exciting thing that happened was me locking myself out of my own bedroom at midnight the night before I had to report to a one day temp job. Every room in my apartment is locked using a key card like a hotel. I was in the kitchen, making myself some buttered noodles (it's a delicacy somewhere, it must be) when I heard a *SLAM!* At first, I thought it was one of my roommates being angry about something but then I remembered that it was especially windy that night and my door has a tendency to blow shut in windy conditions.
Anyway, my door was programmed to be locked because I had been house sitting for 3 weeks and the roommates were having parties and whatnot. I never programmed it be unlocked. My bad.
So I immediately panicked and tried to jimmy the door open with a screwdriver. Then I looked for ways to climb up the building to my window or swing from my porch to my window. People do stupid things under pressure. When I had exhausted all attempts at breaking into my own house, I sat down in the dining room, defeated. Then I heard something no one should ever hear, especially under the circumstances I was in. My roommate having sex with her boyfriend. It was the cherry on top of my shit sundae. I've heard it before, but at least I could go into my room, turn on a fan or a movie and pretend the noises I was hearing were just someone jumping on a squeaky trampoline somewhere. This time, there was no where to go. I could hear it in every corner of the apartment.
So I had two options. I could knock on trampoline sex roommate's door or I could knock on the other roommate's door. I'm not on the best terms with either of them so it was a gamble either way. Out of respect for their copulation *shudder*... I knocked on the other roommate's door. She promptly told me, "you need to program your door to be unlocked!" NO DUH! After being all judgy about it, she let me use her laptop (which was awesome of her) to e-mail my friend who hooked me up with the temp job.
While trying to explain that it's the wind who's an asshole and not me, my friend Dave posted on my status (obviously I wrote a status about it) asking if I needed a ladder. I said I totally did but don't worry about it if it's too late (by this time, it was 2am). He said it wasn't a problem and he came over to save me.
The ladder was barely tall enough to reach the window, so we had to put it at an incredibly steep angle. All in all, it took about 10 minutes to break in. I'm surprised the cops weren't called on us, to be honest.
Then again, a white girl in pajamas and an Asian guy in board shorts and a polo aren't exactly considered "threatening" by the greater population. Little do they know that we are.... very threatening...
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