Anyone that knows me knows that I'm an early sleeper. (The secret to great skin is lots of water, not falling asleep with makeup on, and getting lots and lots of sleep. they do not call it 'beauty sleep' for nothing.) Due to my recent late nights at the office and sheer exhaustion from working on the most tedious project ever, I fell asleep on the couch a quarter to 10PM. I woke up about 2 hours later, watched a pre-recorded episode of The Office (best show ever) and fell asleep again only to wake up at 3AM. This is what this New Yorker's life is like now.
Currently:
Keri Hilson - I Like
Black sweats, white boy beater, black hoodie
Bed head (or couch head)
Hungry :T
Today, I was wondering how the tiniest happenings at times may seem the most inconsequential - but end up having a profound effect on ones life. During my first calculus class at U of M, our professor instructed us to make a name plate for our desks. See - I hate that. I like time to create a beautifully customized name plate and not just fold a sheet of notebook paper with the name "Patty" written across it. Disgruntled over my ugly notebook name plate, I looked over at everyone else's and I see one written out, in big print with neon pink highlighter "Kimmie" with tiny hearts all over it. ...! I wanted mine to look like that! That was the only name plate I noticed so I looked up at this extremely cheerful individual and thought, "this girl's a kook."
Class ended and on my elevator ride down, "Kimmie" turns over to me and asks, "Hey! Wanna go to Necto?" Completely taken aback, I really didn't know how to respond except ask her what "Necto" was.. What I really wanted to do was ignore her because who just talks to a complete stranger, much less invite them out to a party, in a completely packed elevator??? What a f!@#$ 'n weirdo...
The following week, we were cutting calc class together shooting pool at the Michigan Union, and two years after that, we were roommates.
What if she'd never spoken to me?
What if I'd never called my bar to ask if I could wear flip flops that night? Where would I be working now?
What if he never came out that day?
I'll leave it at that for tonight... signing off.
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I forgot that story about Kimmie! I thought you guys met at the skating rink, but that may have been the second time. Haha, I still get a kick out of this story. Only Kimmie would ask a perfect stranger to go to a club. :)
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