I've noticed that I've been writing really dark and deep shit the last couple of entries, so I got an insane idea.
After every couple of entries that seem depressing, I'm going to write about an embarrassing moment I've experienced.
We all know I've got lots of those.
I just want to lighten up the mood in this hole of darkness.
So I'm going to humiliate myself!
Sigh.
Insane idea indeed.
On with the story telling!
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Two years ago....
I was on a school trip with my friends where we traveled to a nearby city for the weekend.
When we arrived at the hotel and settled in our rooms, all of us changed to our pjs. Because I'm such a child at heart, I wore my Hello Kitty pjs. It was a white shirt with black hearts and a really big picture of Hello Kitty, and pink short shorts with the Hello Kitty logo.
It looked cute, ok? Don't judge.
Back to the story.
We stayed in our rooms, just chatting and eating everything we've brought with us, but then it was late and the rest of my friends went back to their rooms. Each 4 individuals shared a room.
There was a knock on the door and it was our supervisor.
"No one gets out of their rooms, you should all sleep for the big day tomorrow." She said.
It WAS late, but we didn't want to sleep right now. We wanted to have fun. So we were like bitch, we ain't sleepin.
So we called all of our friends again and told them we should play hide and seek, transitioning between the hallways and the rooms. Childish, I know. But we just wanted to rebel against the supervisor.
We decided to meet at one of the rooms, and I told one of my roommates to bring her key card. As we got out and the door closed shut behind us, Roommate #1 turned to us and asked:
"I didn't bring my key card, did you?"
We all stared at each other and then it dawned to us. We were locked out of our room.
What made matters worse, we heard the voice of our supervisor nearing our hallway and that's when panic settled in.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit" I kept repeating.
There was this turn that lead to the fire escape, so we ran in there and hid behind the wall and waited. Imagine 4 girls in their pajamas, hiding behind the fire escape door.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." I kept repeating while Roommate #2 was LITERALLY snapchatting our predicament. What the fuck?!
We kept bickering for five minutes, luckily we didn't forget our phones. so I called one of my friends and told her to open her room's door so we could rush right in.
At this point, we got separated. Some went to Room #2 while I went with one of my roommates to Room #3.
We didn't know what to do. We didn't want the supervisor to find out that we were:
a) not asleep.
b) locked out of our rooms.
c) dressed in inappropriate pajamas.Our only resort was to call the hotel and ask for someone to open the door for us.
So my friend called the reception and this how the conversation went:
"Hello, sir. Umm, we got locked out of our room and we would like you to send someone that could open the door for room ###" (I don't remember the actual number of our room)
"Well Ma'am, why don't you talk to your supervisor? She has an extra key card."
"No! No, we don't want her to know or....or we'll get in trouble."
There was silence in the other end and by that point I lost hope. We were in so much trouble.
"Okay Ma'am, we'll send someone in a moment."
After we hung up, I rushed to the door and kept waiting for the someone to get here already. My friend in Room #2 stepped out of the room and waited with me too.
Finally, the guy arrived and we sighed in relief. But there was another problem. Who was going to confront the guy and tell him it was our room? We were dressed very inappropriately, and we were already humiliated by the situation. 4 sophomore girls got locked out of their room, and ALL of them forgot their own keycards.
Guess who was the one that had to walk up to the guy?
So, with my Hello Kitty pjs and wearing the hotel's comfortable flip flops, I approached the guy and told him I was one of the girls who stayed in this room.
He eyed me weirdly before he swiped the keycard and opened the door. I thanked him and I just wanted to shut the door in his face so he couldn't stare at me any longer. Whatever was left of my dignity was gone.
"Here's the key card" he told me.
"No thanks, i already have mine inside."
But he didn't let me go.
"Take it, so you wouldn't lock yourself out again."
I took it without even looking at him. What he said next made me want to kill myself from embarrassment.
"I like your pajamas."
That's when I shut the door in his face.
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I shit you not. This actually happened to me! I wish it was made up, but unfortunately it wasn't.
Remembering this had me laughing. I hope it made you laugh, too.
Read ya later!

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