squalor victoria
Rarely do I tell stories of semi-personal embarassment over the internet, I delight in them because they make me happy but I don’t often share them because I only blog in these weird moments of “oh i should update the world” that tend to overlook the little miniscule things. But it’s spring and miniscule is hip so here’s a fun story from my life of late. For those of you keeping track of my psychological development, this one tells you two things. 1) I’m still pretty bad at telling stories. 2) I’m a lot more relaxed than I was when you started paying attention.
The story begins with a clean closet and ends with a post on Bethany’s facebook wall that goes like this:
Jess wrote
at 6:12pm
Inventory of things in my closet:
1. Blue bookbag containing graduation garb and notebook with invitation list to wedding.Should I call WUPO and let them know the case is closed?
Approximately two weeks ago on a Monday (so one and a half weeks, whatever) I went to school on a Monday to turn some things in for Prasch, ie my thesis, and do some printing in the library. I showed up early because it was a Monday which means Mondays at Mabee and I wanted some of the good discussion and free pizza. So I had a chat and then I went over to the computer and printed my things and then I went to class and I handed it in and discussed how far along we all were on our thesises and then I headed home for the day or maybe to work or somewhere else. The next Wednesday I was getting ready to go to class and went to put my laptop in my bookbag to find my backpack missing. I figured I’d probably just left it in the car because I know I didn’t take my laptop to class on Monday so there was no real reason to warrant bringing it in the house. I look around my room for it in it’s usual haunts (my chair, my couch, wherever) So I take my tote bag to campus with my laptop in tow and call it a good day.
For the next week I think about things that could be in that bag to decide if it’s worth finding. The worst thing that I’m losing is a list of invitees to the wedding. And about 40 sheets of paper that say some combination of Jessica Lynn MyLast and HisLast all mashed together like I’m somehow going to figure out which name combo fits best if I write it over and over. So I decided it’s replacable and not that big of a deal and I mention off hand that I should probably look for it but I never really do. Meanwhile I contemplate cutting the wedding guest list down to about 50 anyway so it wouldn’t really matter if we had the old list.
Flash to today. I wake up and in a montage that took place before I opened my eyes realized that all my graduation regalia is in that bookbag. so i sort of need it or else I’m going to have to pay 24 dollars again, and I don’t want to pay 24 dollars again. Thus, Bethany and I go on a mission (she was going to Morgan and I tagged along) to find it. We went by the police department, after watching some ducks on campus for probably an eery amount of time, and filed a report. The funny part was that they asked when I lost the bookbag. Answer: “I don’t know, about two weeks ago?”
I came home after no luck on campus and took a nap and then I looked for the bookbag in my room again, and there it was, hanging out in my closet. Which I cleaned a few days before it got lost. Apparently the little guy just found a niche and didn’t leave.