When one of your close friends has a terrible off day, why is it that yours seems to go so great also? (Sarcasm? Yes!) It's kind of like when girls start staying together all the time.. they start hitting that certain time of the month at the same time. It's the craziest thing.
Koy likes to go all out in her blogs, give you every dirty detail, then give you details about those details. I'm the opposite. I live life in the fast lane, I'd rather go straight to the point. Like this, Today has been hell for the 3 of us because:
A. Elizabeth has had an eventful day: She broke her bed, cut her leg on her broken bed, broke her laptop, broke her glasses, felt sick, & stayed up extra late to eat a pie that is still non-existent at 12:34 am.
B. Sequoia Elite Murray (feel free to stalk her) (ps, she leaves the apt between 12:30-2:50 Monday-Thursday, just in case you want to rob her.) Anyways, Koy's day wasn't as hazardous.. She has accompanied me in all my ups & downs.. Together we have went to two different Walmarts, Walgreens, and a storage place, practically all over the universe, and accomplished a little bit of nothing. My car window won't go down now, my RCs sprayed all over Sekoy, & when we finally tried making the pie, I forgot to turn the oven on. Dang it :( So anyways, Sequoia is rushing me to let her do her own blog (blah blah blah) & I've got some pie to attend to!
Love CHERRY :)
She just thinks she sooo freaking cute doesn't she? Haha well anyway, like I was saying before a certain someone took over my blog, when one of your close friends has a terrible off day, why is it that yours seems to go so great too? Good friends have that whole telepathy connection thing and can literally feel each others' pain. In this case, it all started with Elizabeth.
I was jamming to The Veronica's and Sugarland on my way home from an extremely successful engineering class when I saw Elizabeth's white Jeep Liberty in the parking lot. I was extremely confused to see her because for one she ALWAYS comes back on Tuesdays and NEVER on Mondays. For two, it's shark week! The apartment's cable has been on the fritz all summer, so Elizabeth's obsession and favorite week of the year cannot be enjoyed from the comfort of the apartment futon. As I made Ramen, the two of us chatted and caught one another up on the goings on in our lives. When Sandy arrived, the three of us began packing all of my things. This is my last week living in Apartment 22, so everything is definitely a little bitter sweet. All of my things were packed in roughly an hour and piled by the door so Cherry and I could drop them off into storage later that day.
Things didn't start to go down hill until Sandy left for work. It was then that Elizabeth realized the extent of the damage Jo caused when she crashed (and by crashed, I mean Jo thought it would be a brilliant idea to pile drive Elizabeth into her bed) atop her huge princess bed. Before the crash, Elizabeth's bed stood no less than two and half feet off the ground. One of her risers had completely broken, and her box spring had been torn. The frame work of the bed had popped out of it's socket slots, so the whole ordeal was really quite a mess. The two of us unsuccessfully tried to fix the situation and gave up after Elizabeth gashed her leg open on her bed. . Elizabeth's bed is fairly ancient so of course she starts shouting about how she probably has tetanus. As we tried to move frames and drawers out of the way in order to simply lie her box spring and mattress flat on the ground, Elizabeth's computer charger cord snapped leaving a metal object (computer illiterate remember?) stuck in the charger hole. Elizabeth was finally able to wrestle the metal object out of the hole, but now the thought of buying an expensive charger weighed on her mind. When we finally got around to attempting to clean her wound, of course no one in the apartment had the proper supplies to clean and bandage the gash so off to Walgreens we went all the while Elizabeth's leg is bleeding. At Walgreens, I purchased some Oreos and milk in hopes that they would ease her pain, but the second Elizabeth approached me, my phone fell from my hands causing the battery to fall out and my screen to crack. "See you shouldn't even come near me today! I'm a walking accident and now it's rubbing off on you!" exclaimed a disheartened and frustrated Elizabeth.
When we returned, Cherry came to the apartment in order to hull most of my belongings to the storage unit. Elizabeth at this point was scared to leave the house again, so Cherry and I played a little tetris and squeezed all of my things into her tiny little Spyder Elicipse. While I drove us to the storage unit, two cars almost hit us forcing me to honk the horn several times throughout the trip. It's called a turn signal people. And another thing, when someone is driving roughly fifty miles an hour it is NOT EVER wise to try and cut them off. Use your heads you crazy, dangerous drivers! I had to turn around twice, because I had missed the turns to the storage unit since I had never been there before and Cherry had only been there once before.
Still crabby about her total misunderstanding of my pie comments from the Chicago trip, Cherry was determined to make a cherry pie (haha Cherry wanted cherry pie. Fun fact: Cherry doesn't actually like cherries. The only time she even likes cherries is when they are in cherry pie.) After the storage unit we went to Walmart to pick up ingredients. We weren't looking to win a pie contest, so we simply purchased a can of cherry pie filling and boxed pie crust (it can be found next to the cookie dough and whatnot). Cherry also purchased peas and a roasted chicken and ate dinner across the street with Rhett. We walked into the apartment to find Elizabeth lighting a candle on the kitchen table. "What are you thinking?! It is not wise to light a candle in this apartment while I'm here! You know my history with candles in this apartment, crazy lady, and at the rate today's been going who knows what will happen!" (Last semester I knocked over a lit candle in the apartment spilling wax all into the carpet. Earlier this summer, I knocked Sandy's tea candle off the kitchen table and shattered it to pieces. Candles and I just don't get along in Apartment 22.)
While Cherry and Rhett ate dinner, Elizabeth and I watched the season finale of The Bachelorette . Let me just tell you how upset I am with Miss Ali. HOW IN THE HECK COULD SHE PICK ROBERTO?! I mean sure he's super hot and looks good in baseball pants, but I mean really?! Chris was OBVIOUSLY the perfect pick! I mean she could really have had her wonderful fairy tale marriage with him! He was such a sweetheart, and I'm just beyond upset that Ali didn't pick him! Ugh! What could she possibly have been thinking? I hate her. Team Chris all the way! Whoot! Whoot! Cherry came back to make pie right as I was screaming at the TV about how much I hated this Ali lady. About this time, Elizabeth started getting ready to go out with friends from work while Cherry and I realized we did not have a pie pan and needed to get one.
Of course like an idiot I suggest we go to Walgreens. On our way there something started spraying my leg. A can in the 12 pack of RC Sam had bought earlier at Walmart had busted and started soaking my leg, the floor, and the passengers seat of Cherry's car. It took a few minutes, but I finally found the busted can and threw it out. Not even three minutes later I started to feel the same spraying. ANOTHER can had busted and started spraying EVERYWHERE. We pulled over to inspect all of the other cans/throw them in the backseat. I was beyond sticky with RC; it was ridiculous. Let's just say RC will not be receiving purchases from me anytime soon. After searching Walgreens high and low no pie pans were discovered. Cherry and I then drove all the way out to the Walmart on State Road 26 -- a solid ten minutes off campus. We figured since we were at Walgreens we were practically half way there (turns out we weren't, but hey, you live and you learn right?) We quickly found and purchased a pie pan.
Once at the apartment, I discovered Elizabeth in her pjs attempting to fix her glasses. I was confused as to why she wasn't going out. She simply responded by saying she just in the mood, everything had gone wrong today, she broke her glasses, and she didn't feel well either. As Cherry and I continued to make the pie we realized something -- one can of pie filling was not enough. Unable to turn back now from our pie making plans since the ingredients were already out and open, Cherry and I made, yet again, ANOTHER Walmart trip. I swear Walmart would go out of business if it weren't for my friends and I. Setting the record for the shortest Walmart trip in history, Cherry and I were in and out before anyone even knew we were there.
Back at the apartment, the final can of pie filling was added to the crust. Cherry had been preheating the oven, so everything was ready to go. After about forty-five minutes, Cherry poked her head into the oven to check the pie. "Does this oven even work? Do you have to press a special button or something? The pie isn't even cooked!" (mind you, she said all of this and it's about midnight which is her bedtime since she gets up so early for work.) Cherry, being the Betty Crocker/Paula Deen/Julia Child that she is, didn't even turn on the oven at all. The pie had simply been sitting in a cold oven for over a half an hour.
As Elizabeth, Cherry, and I waited for the pie to cook (Elizabeth and I both triple checked that the oven was actually on this time) Elizabeth started playing with the wax from the lit candle. Of course she ended up burning her hand completely. Not learning her lesson and continuing to play in the candle wax, Elizabeth ended up spilling the wax all on the table, chair, her leg, and her shorts (For once I wasn't the one to cause a total candle disaster...which is very surprising considering I'm a huge klutz when it comes to stuff like that, but anyway...) . There really weren't many words to exchange in response to that occurrence; it was just one of those days, and these three musketeers were feeling each others' pain. While discussing plans and ideas which would finish our summer with a bang (including setting up Cherry with Elizabeth's cousin ; ) haha ) the pie was finally (sort of, the top was still slightly doughy in some parts) done. Elizabeth scooped us all out a slice of pie, and the three of us gobbled them up quickly while Cherry looked up lyrics to 'Sweet Cherry Pie' because everyone knows our cherry pie tastes so good it'd make a grown man cry.
After this, Elizabeth finally retired to her not so tall anymore princess bed to fall asleep (I'm convinced that at some point tonight she will come screaming into the living room because her frame and head board fell on her or something awful.). Cherry and I proceeded to pull out the futon into bed form. For some reason, however, this normally simple task became complicated. We could not figure out why the futon frame would not pull out. After looking at the back of the frame and discovering a crooked alignment, Cherry and I removed the futon mattress and discovered two screws had fallen out of the frame. Being the handy girls we are, I immediately searched the tool box for a Phillips head screwdriver, while Cherry aligned the screws in the holes. Even though it wasn't perfect, Cherry and I managed to get the screws in the futon frame and fold it out into a bed. While I retrieved pillows from Elizabeth's room, I retold her the futon fiasco. Her immediate response was to throw a pillow on top of her head and speak into it. She then warned me to check the stove and all the locks again because with our luck a fire would ensue and engulf the entire apartment tonight.
I have checked the locks and the stove several times;for now everything seems to be in working order and safely shut off. Hopefully tomorrow our little trio will experience a day free from Murphy's Law.
All My Love,
Koya = )
Rhett Butler - Gone With the Wind
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