my life//in medias res*

A saint and a sinner is what I am

February 27th, 2005 at 6:12 pm by sillyjoe (Adventures in Randomosity)

Friday night I went to a lock-in that the fine folks at Cherokee Hills Baptist Church’s youth group were putting on. They came to ours, so I thought it was only appopriate that we go to theirs. Twas fun, a lot less crazy than a lock-in we might put on at Buffalo, and involved more sitting and watching movies than going…insane. We watched Napoleon Dynamite (of course), AND…the highlight of my night….Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1 and TMNT 2: The Secret of the Ooze. I was so excited to watch the two movies that were absolute favorites in my childhood (along with Three Ninjas and Surf Ninjas…and Home Alone). So Friday night I got absolutely no sleep, then got back at the dorm about 9:30 Saturday morning, slept for an hour, and then had to get up, come down to Alumni’s lobby and work the desk (which is what I’m doing now) from Noon until 7. On Saturdays I normally work from 4-7, but yesterday I was working a double because the guy that works the noon-4 shift had a scrimmage. So I had to sit in a desk without sleeping for 7 hours…after getting one hour of sleep in a 24 hour period. I had a break from 7 until 11, during which time I slept for another hour, and then had to work again from 11-12. So, on two hours of sleep, I had to work again. When I got done, I talked to my friend Kristen about some stuff for about an hour and a half (which had to be done) and then I went to bed. I woke up this morning at my usual 9 AM to get ready for church….got out of bed…and wanted very very badly to get back in bed. So I decided I’d sleep for another hour, miss Sunday School, and just go for church. I set my alarm for ten and went to sleep. At 11:20 or so my phone rings. It’s my mom, who leaves a message asking where I am, she’s just come down from the choir and I still haven’t shown up. Where am I? Bed. I realize at this point that my alarm did NOT go off at ten. I check it. Oh look, I set it for 10 PM.

Gah, what a day.