Lock and Key

alternative title: Bet I've done something you haven't.

And not skydiving.

Yes, I've jumped out of a plane because I was bored. And because everyone else was doing it. I'm your mother's worst nightmare. And I don't regret it, and if I get the chance, I'll do it again.

So nyah.

Anyway, this isn't about jumping out of planes, although I might do an entry on that in the future.
This is about locked doors and why routines are dangerous.

Also I'm a spaz, but you read this blog so you knew that already.

So, every night I lock my door before I go to sleep. This is an old habit, formed way back in my wee little years when my house was robbed and instead of helping their new born son, my parents barricaded themselves in their room. Very chivalrous.

I assume they thought I could take that thief on. Pee on his eyes then ,while he was blinded, throw up on him or something.

He'd probably run out crying tears of shame.

Anyway, its something I do every night. Always. Even if it is stupid and over protective, when you dorm with other males that may or may not come back after a night of hard drinking on Bourbon street, you want a physical barrier between you and and fig. A of what too much alcohol does to the brain.

So, one night, I was up late (big surprise) and I was also really tired(two shockers right in a row. I'm all over the place). So, I closed my door but did the unthinkable.

I forgot to lock it.

So I go to sleep. Wake up the next morning to about 3 alarms going off and still slowly get out of bed. I think I actually rolled over and went back to sleep, even with the cacophony of noise erupting all around me.

I need an alarm clock that physically beats me to wake up, because noise just isn't cutting it anymore. I get my stuff together, and go to take a shower, and unlock the door.

Except for the fact that the door was already unlocked. But I still threw the lock, just in the wrong direction.

This means I locked myself in my dorm room.

Inside Relimited's Head: "I'M TRAPPED! AND I DON'T LIVE ON THE FIRST FLOOR, SO CAN'T GET OUT VIA THE WINDOW! SOMEONE SAVE ME! HEEEEELLLLLP!"

My hair isn't blond by the way.

For a good five minutes, I struggled to open the door and tried to think of an emergency escape route out the window. I also wondered how thick the walls were in case I needed to tunnel my way out.

Then panic woke up the rest of my brain and I unlocked the door, took my shower and went to class. Had a pretty normal day too.

Aside from almost getting trapped in my room and starving when the ramen finally ran out. Which wouldn't have been any time soon, I can survive a zombie apocalypse with my ramen stockpile.

Shush, its not sad. Any one of you could have done it!