Wednesday wasn't really the best of days for me.
About 9:00am I was getting out my car to go to my next class. I had been listening to my ipod through my car stereo, so I had the key turned half way so that only the battery was being used. Anyway, I get out, reach across the seat to get my backpack, and shut the door. What I didn't know was that sometime after I had opened my door, I locked my car. Out of habit, I feel for my keys in my pocket. "Damn it." I had left my keys in the ignition . . . with the battery still running. My window isn't rolled down or anything, so I have no chance of getting it unlocked myself. So I said fuck it and went on to my next class. I knew that campus police would unlock it, but I didn't know where they were located or their number or anything, so I thought I would ask some people.
I got a mobile number to call them at -- no answer. I called 5 maybe 6 times -- no answer. That kind of pissed me off. Went on to my math class. I walked there because I was too frustrated with myself to think to ask anyone for a ride.
Now it's 11:00 (lunch time). I called Mandy and we went to grab lunch -- in her car. When we finished, we started looking for the campus police. After a few minutes, we finally found it. I got out, talked to the cop, and found out that she couldn't leave the station until the secretary comes back from lunch, but she did give me the actual office number (which is now stored in my phone). Meanwhile my battery is running away.
I go on to psychology and started laughing about it because there was nothing else I could really do. After finishing up there I gave the office a call. The secretary says she can have someone meet me at my car at about 1:00. I say, "Alright." and give her the location, etc. So finally my car gets unlocked. But then I didn't need it, because the rest of my classes were in the building in front of it.
I went ahead and finished up the day. 3:00 rolled around (got out of Fine Arts-Visual 30 minutes early) and I went to my car to leave, forgetting that my car would be dead. I didn't have any jumper cables in my car. So I start asking around. No one has them. I go to one the streets nearby and ask people -- still no one. 10 minutes, 15 minutes, all this time keeps slipping away. So I'm back to square one. Finally someone came along that had some (Kayla Yong for those of you who remember/know her), and I got out of there.
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I'm starting to play guitar more in a live setting. I played at church Wednesday night with Jonathan (it went well), and we're playing again soon. I'm also playing Sunday morning at Josh's church with a few other friends, and we are playing for a community chili cookoff thing in Furlow in mid November. It's not the greatest setting in the world, but I really need the experience. Plus, it's still a lot of fun.
Live music is live music.
Live music is live music.
5 comments:
If your not sick, it's something else...
poor seth.
you have crappy luck sometimes.
i hope your days get better. =)
Yep, it's always something.
Thaanks.
I didn't even know it, but it turns out that the chili cookoff thing is a Habitat for Humanity fundraiser. So that's really cool.
oh wow.
that is cool.
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