The Morning I Ran Into a Door

My week can basically be summed up in this short story of mortification:

I was at school a little earlier than normal for a Tuesday (class starts at 8:30am) because I needed to print some papers off. I was able to find a computer, printed my work off, and then went to the bathroom. After I came out, I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going; I was trying to reach my water bottle in the side pocket of my backpack, so I twisted around and headed to the open area to my right and – BAM! – walked mindlessly right into a glass door.

Talk about mortifying.

All I could think was, get out get out get out. I could not believe that I had just done that – and in the Student Union of all places, with tons of other students walking around me. My eyes were watering from the pain of smashing my nose against the glass and I still couldn’t see clearly. I was just so in shock, I kept my head ducked down, opened the door, and hurried out of the Union to see a big glob of blood fall from my nose to the ground. The pain intensifies now that I realize blood is squirting out of my nose and all over my jacket, purse, and jeans. I cover my nose with my hand and hurry to the next building to find a bathroom.

I couldn’t go back into the Student Union after everyone had just witnessed what I did. My pride hurt enough. I walk as fast as I can through the business school with blood flowing in between my fingers and down my hand. I avoid all curious gazes – what, you don’t walk into doors and make your nose bleed all the time? – and push open the bathroom doors. I grab paper towels and just hold them to my nose for what seems like forever and I can’t help but watch in the mirror as the brown paper towels keep turning red.

I think about how much of a wuss I am and just pray that I don’t pass out. I could only imagine some innocent student finding me passed out on the floor with blood running out my nose and all over my face. I put a hand on the sink to steady myself, but feel okay.

I also can’t help but think, where is my nursing-major boyfriend when I need him??

My nose finally stops bleeding and I try to wipe what I can from my face and then work on my purse and don’t even bother with my jacket. I gently blow my nose, hoping all the blood will come out, and then notice that I got blood on my favorite moccasins. :(

I somehow still managed to make it to class on time. My nose is still a little sore, and every time I walk by the door in the Union, I see the little smudge my nose made on the glass and wonder when the cleaning crew will wipe the doors down.

Simple and Sweet, You Make my Life Complete

I had to work on Valentine’s day this year, so me and Andrew celebrated on Thursday instead. There’s this amazing barbeque joint called Oklahoma Joe’s about ten minutes from us that is built into an old gas station. Every time we go, it is always so busy; there’s a line almost to the door. Last year we had gone there for lunch on Valentine’s day and it wasn’t busy at all. I was hoping that it wouldn’t be too busy for dinner but it still was. :P It didn’t take too long for us to order and get our food though. I ordered a pulled pork sandwich and Andrew got their “Z-Man” which has brisket, cheese, and onion rings on it. Their fries are to die for – they’re probably my favorite fries ever, and they give you this huge bag of them.

It was all very delicious.

I wanted to keep it simple this year. Okay Joe’s (what we call it for short) is pretty inexpensive but it’s something that we both really enjoy. I didn’t want Andrew to get me anything because he is always spending money on me and I just wanted him to pay for dinner and that would be his gift. He grudgingly agreed. He had already gotten me a gift as a joke before we had decided this, so he gave me that anyways. He warned me before I opened it that I wouldn’t like it and it was just to be funny, so I was wary as I took it out of the package.

It was Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James. -_- My last name is Gray, so he thought that would be hilarious, and apparently my reaction was worth it. l flipped open to a random page and started reading and couldn’t keep from laughing. I flipped to another to do the same thing and Andrew about fell off the bed at the face I made.

He’s such a little turd.

Andrew loves the show Adventure Time, so I bought him these custom made Adventure Time shot glasses off of eBay and he really liked them. We don’t drink often but when we did, it was always straight from the bottle or in plastic cups, so I thought they would have dual purpose. I was very proud of my gift for him because he is so difficult to shop for!

After we had dinner, we rented two movies, Wolverine and Runner Runner. We got about three-fourths of the way through Wolverine before we both fell asleep. Andrew had already seen it but I was exhausted from that day (I had four classes) so I’m not sure how it ended, haha.

The search for a new apartment is on again. My roommate is moving back home, so my only option right now is to live with these two other girls. It’s been very frustrating. Valentine’s morning, I went to see an apartment about a ten minute drive from campus. They were beautiful apartments, were in our price range, had amazing amenities (swimming pool, tennis courts, movie theatre – I mean who has a movie theatre??), and had a unit available exactly when we were looking to move in.

We got applications and I had filled mine out. I was so excited to have found something so quick and something that was literally perfect to us and then the other girl couldn’t do it. She doesn’t have a car and it would apparently take her an hour and a half to get to campus so she wouldn’t be able to do it.

I was really disappointed. I understand she couldn’t do it, but it just makes the search extremely difficult since we pretty much can’t get an apartment more than two miles from campus. It’s been frustrating on top of school and work and I feel like I’m doing all of the work. I’m not even very excited to live with them; it’s just really my only option besides living by myself, which I can’t afford.

I keep joking with Andrew that we just need to find an apartment together. He actually wouldn’t mind, but I really want to wait until we’re married to live together. Le sigh. Sometimes I hate having morals. :(

So there we are. School and work are both killing me. I skipped church this morning so I could study for a test and here I am blogging instead. But I needed Thursday, just to spend time with Andrew which I don’t get enough. A little ray of sunshine through all the work work work.

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