ammogirl

I have to be the biggest walking contradiction in the world.  I’m totally OCD when it comes to: 1. tidiness, 2. organization, and my favorite….3. lists!  I could make lists for everything!  Lists calm me when I am anxious (which is unnecessarily often), they get me pumped up (you know, like a list of what to pack for…mid tour or something), and they just give me something to do when my mind needs to be occupied (which is often).  However, after I’ve made all these lists and planned things out to the step, I have this horrible, HORRIBLE tendency to then put things off until the VERY LAST MINUTE.  And of course, I have an example:  Take, for instance, my getting ready for work in the morning routine…I know I can get fully showered and be out the door in 25 minutes, if I absolutely have to.  Unfortunately, most mornings, I uh..end up having to, because I hold off until that very second until I get going.  Can you be an Obsessive Compulsive procrastinator?  Hmm.  I guess I AM obsessive about things, TO INCLUDE procrastinating…and I am nothing, if not compulsive.  So, I guess I can just say I have OCP..D. 

Anyway.  The reason I bring up my morning routine is because it factors fairly heavily in the story I am about to tell you.  You see, most mornings, I, of course, wait until the very last minute before leaving my room for the mile walk into work, and I usually do this walk alone, because my coworkers say I walk too fast for the morning.  To which I like to say: Oh well, whinies, get a tissue, and move outta my way.  This morning, however, as I was watching the clock and thinking, "Gosh, I still have 3.5 more minutes before I have to put on my uniform!!  I should read a book!" I heard a faint knock at my door.  I knew immediately that it was Matt and Mark, (who came to fetch me for the walk even though I didn’t ask them to) and called out to them through my door "Did you come for me?"  Which, in itself, ha ha, right?  Because why the hell else would they be, oh, knocking on MY door?  But I digress.  They replied "Um, YES (dummy)", so I told them to be patient, and I would be out in 2 minutes.  Now, I said that while looking out my peep hole, and I must say, they looked quite irritated, (and Mark, I SAW that look on your face, and the eye roll you gave Matt) but they politely said, "okayyy!" and off they went, and I got dressed, and we left, and I could TELL they wanted to tell me something, and when we got outside, tell me something they did. 

So, it seems that after my declaration of "just 2 minutes!!" they said, collectively, "Right." and went down the hall to check things out.  They noticed a sign on the wall that said "game room" and thought "Neat!" and noticed the following things, upon turning on the light: tables, chairs, board games (indeed), and, standing behind the door, a guy.  Please, let that sink in….doo dooo doooooo dododododooooooo….okay…sunk in yet?  Standing behind the door, in a dark room, at 6:30 am, was a guy, just…standing, behind the door, in the dark.  Mark said to him through the glass "Oh!  You, uh…scared me!"  and with that, they spun around, turned off the light, and came back down the hall to wait outside my door.  And, while they were waiting, they did not notice this guy leaving, so fortunately, they did not disturb his standing-behind-the-door-in-a-dark-room fun, and he just went right back to it.

Now, I can only assume two things: 1. Sleepwalker or 2. FREAK.  In fact, I only WANT to assume: 1. Sleepwalker, because the other choice is…well, while it’s way funny, it’s also slightly weird.  And while you might think "sleepwalking?  BEHIND a door?" I can totally see it, because y’all, Lindsey?  My beautiful, talented, sweet baby girl?  She is a professional sleepwalker.  One time, John and I had just lay down in bed when SLAMMO!our door gets thrown open, the light goes on, and in walks Lindsey.  We just sat up and watched, bemusedly, while she went straight to my walk in closet, opened the door, went in, and shut the door behind her.  After a few seconds of trying not to laugh, I went in to get her to take her back to bed, and found her in the corner getting all kinds of ready to PEE.  She TOTALLY thought she was in the bathroom.  I just grabbed her and took her to the (real) bathroom, where she did her thing and then went right back to bed, and yes, in the morning, she did not remember a thing. That’s not the only thing she’s done either - so yeah, I can sympathize, if the guy was sleepwalking.  I’m just glad I have a really strong deadbolt.

I took my Korean mid-term today, and did fairly well, except for one thing: We were translating sentences from Korean to English, and I came across a word I didn’t know, and assumed was a name, due to it’s place in the sentence.  So, I dutifully wrote down: ‘Oolee reads a book at the library’, with Oolee being the Korean name, right?  Wrong.  SO wrong - oo-lee is actually what the Korean word for "we" sounds like phonetically.  The sentence was supposed to be ‘WE read books at the library’.  I’ll say it for you: ha ha ha! Also, HA HA! Ohhhh boy…I am dumb. See, if I had made a list, I would’ve been okay! Well, that and not procrastinating, about the whole studying thing…hmm.  I’ll have to keep that in mind for my Business Management final next Thursday…nah.  I have until AT LEAST Tuesday afternoon.

CIAO!