Sleeping habits of the rich and famous.

So around 3:30am last night I woke up with this sudden urge to unplug my alarm clock. Why? I don't know because I obviously needed it to wake up in the morning for work. I just knew that I needed to unplug it though...so what do I do? I reach over and start trying to unplug it. I was struggling to reach behind my bedside table and actually find the outlet all whist only being about 10% awake and aware of what I was actually doing. I don't know how long it actually took me to unplug it, it felt like eternity, but I finally got it out.

But once I got it out I just sat there like "What now?" I honestly didn't know what I was supposed to do next....so naturally I cradled it in my arms like a baby and laid back down with it. That was obviously the smart thing to do. I laid there for a while drifting in and out of sleep, but my mind was going a million miles a minute trying to figure out what to do next. Finally I realized that I would need it to actually go off in 2 hours to wake me up so I sat up and tried to find the outlet to plug it back in. I was too tired to actually get out of bed so I just sat there aimlessly trying to find the outlet...to no avail. I eventually just gave up and set the clock on the table. I had also set a couple alarms on my phone, so not all was lost. But seriously.....what the heck was I trying to do?! All I know it that it was imperative that I unplug it. I have weird sleeping habits and have been known to walk and talk in my sleep, but man, I wish someone would have been there to take a picture of me cradling my alarm clock. I can only imagine how rich that must have looked. Ha.

There Kyla. I blogged.

This really happened.

One summer while I was in college I worked for a photography studio here in town. When school started in August, we went around to all the middle schools and high schools and did their school pictures. One day I was sitting at the front table taking the kids’ money and stuff and I after I took their orders, I had to write their name, ID #, homeroom teacher, and if they were male or female…that kind of stuff. Well, this boy comes up to my table, hands me his packet and I fill out his card and send him on his way.

A little while later he comes back and goes, “you marked the wrong box, I’m a girl.” And I go, (I STILL can’t believe I said this), I go “really?!” and she goes “yeahhh…” and then if that wasn’t bad enough I go, “Seriously?!” she’s like, “yep, I’m a girl”. The whole time this conversation is going on, it’s like, I heard the words coming out of my mouth, and my mind was screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” in slow motion! It was SO BAD!!! So then after I realized that I had totally humiliated myself and this girl and probably made her feel horrible about herself, I tried to cover it up and be like, “oh..haha…I’ve been doing that all day. I must not have been paying very good attention to the form when I marked the box. I’m sorry!”

In my defense she DID look like a guy. She was wearing boys basketball shorts, a boys t-shirt, her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a baseball hat backwards. She wasn’t wearing any make-up and she was with a bunch of guys…so I had to go with the odds. Oh, and she was like, Tongan, or something so she was larger in stature and she had absolutely no chest. It was sooo bad. I still can’t believe I said that. But it is funny now that I look back on it. Probably not funny to her, though. Open mouth, insert foot.

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I love it when she jumps!

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I'm a Mac

I just bought a Macbook. You can all be jealous.

I'm pretty much in love.

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Oh yeah....and finish Harry Potter Books 6 and 7. Finally.

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I felt like I was in a movie

So my dad comes into my room the other morning and is like "Courtney are you going to work?" I'm like "uh...yeah", and look over at the clock...it's 7:45AM!!! Am I being punk'd? Yes, I have to be to work at 8am--and it takes 20 minutes or more depending on traffic to get there...so I'm already late. Fab. I somehow managed to turn off my alarm clock, as well as the two other alarms set on my phone without even knowing it. (Yes I triple-set my alarms. My roommates loved me--especially you, Alli :) )

I let out a little scream and jumped out of bed. I'm so out of it that I can barely open my eyes and I look like a drunk person stumbling around my room on the way to the bathroom. I get in there and throw my hair in a pony tail. I get my make-up bag out and go to open up my foundation--PROBLEM...I have carpel tunnel (the McGary curse) and both of my hands are asleep--I can't even grip the bottle! So I'm furiously shaking my hands for a couple of minutes trying to get them to wake up.

They stop tingling a little bit so that I can get the bottle open--but they are still asleep and I can't even feel them. So I pretty much look like my hands are paralyzed and slap my make-up on my face--literally slap. I'm pretty much laughing hysterically by now because I look like a complete goober. I finally get my act together and am out the door at 8:05am. Yes I was 30 minutes late to work. No I didn't shower. So sue me--No don't sue me. At least I put on deodorant.