castalie | Stupid RL story.

Just got home from an afternoon with the Ex-Colleagues - twas great seeing them again and we had a lot fun and we ate yummy pastries and cakes. Then on my way home I met another friend whom I haven't seen since September - she lives in Italy - so it was a good day *g*

Definitely better than the one I had yesterday. Okay, remember my last entry? How I was feeling a bit cranky and how I'd planned on watching more Dark Angel to lift my mood and stuff? Well, before watching the show I decided to take a bath.

It wasn't a good idea.

So when I go to the bathroom and when I'm alone in the house, I never lock the door because, well, something could happen and then I would be locked up for how long, right? And yes, this is some powerful foreshadowing, btw. Except considering I'm never alone for too long lately and since I didn't know when exactly The Teachers would come home - at night or, in fact, in the afternoon - I thought that it'd be a better move to lock the door in case of an unscheduled return and a bathroom incident. My body is my temple, man, and I'm not allowing just everyone to see what's hidden beneath the clothes, thanks.

So I go in and I think to myself 'self, don't you want to read a book in your bath?' to which I answer that, no, I just want to relax and rest for a bit, so no book, thank you. And then I close the door. And that's when it happens - a sound that would frighten even the strongest people... the sound of a key breaking inside the lock! The bloody key just broke. In half. Locking the door. With me imprisoned behind!

I had three sorta simultaneous thoughts then:
1. God, I fucking can't believe this is happening.
2. I'm here for at least five hours now if The Teachers don't arrive earlier because the only one who could open this door now is Mom and she's working til, what, 9.00 pm?
3. Dude, wasn't it

mrscutedean who stayed locked up for two hours while the menu of her SPN DVD was on over and over again?

I don't know what it says about me that one of my first thoughts was about my flist but there you have it.

So I'm thinking I'm here for the long haul. I do try to do something to the bloody lock but no luck at all. And after a while I'm almost afraid of making it worse. Like apparently the little bit that broke did fell off the lock so if someone uses another key then it would be okay... but what if I destroy the whole thing? It would suck; that's what.

First thing I do, then? Take my bath. I mean, what can I do, right? So I have a long soak. And then, well, I'm back to trying to pass the time. Except in a bathroom? There's nothing to do, man. No book - since I had the brilliant idea of not bringing one with me - no tv, no paper, no nothing. Except a cupboard and drawers... which I cleaned. Hey, cleaning was the only thing I could do then.

After the long soak and the cleaning and the trying to find a way to, well, find a way an hour passed... it's still a limited amount of time and by then I still find the situation funny. Stupid like you wouldn't believe but funny. Except I know I'm not gonna laugh long if I have to really stay there for five hours. Or more, you know? At one point I even considered going through the window... but I could imagine the news the day after "A young woman breaks her neck after trying to escape from her bathroom; really, how stupid can you be?" Dude, so lame! I couldn't risk that. So I meditate.

And then I decide to tidy the cupboard; fold the towels better, fold my PJs, stuff like that. Then the phone rings. And rings. And the bell rings too! I'm like "omg there's someone out there! Someone who could save me!" Except they leave after a while because, hi, locked behind a closed door here! I couldn't exactly open the door, right? Twas so frustrating! But then a miracle happens. I hear a familiar voice coming from the parking lot behind my house... this is Franck! You don't know him but it's one of those people who are always home during Big Top as he works with us. He's also someone we kinda grew up with since his family are/were my grandparents' neighbour.

Anyway! He's here - don't ask me why; this is a long story already, no need for me to get into more details! - and so I rush to the window and I'm like "Franck, I'm locked in the bathroom" and he's all "Hey, I've been calling you for the past five minutes." No, really? But I just go "Yeah I heard! Except I couldn't answer because I'm locked in the bathroom." I tell him to please be calling my sister or my mother or someone. And he's like "hey, I have a key to your place, remember?" Which, no, I don't but that's absolutely beside the point because omg he's already coming my way!

And then he's here, on the other side of the door, and I'm like "okay, moment of truth now. Take the key from the loo and try it on the bathroom door, okay?" And I hear him fumbling with the key and he's like "er, right, is there another key somewhere?" Which no there isn't! There used to be but they fucking disappeared and now we only have two keys. So I'm thinking it really sucks all around when bam! The loo key finally decides to cooperate and he can finally take it off its lock and use it on the bathroom door and LO, I'm saved! After only a hour which oohhh man feels so good!

That was just a very stupid way of spending an hour, believe me! But it could have been worse; I could have stayed locked for the whole afternoon + evening. Or I could have been locked in an lift for three days - I'm watching the news as I type and I just heard that story. Man, it would have driven me mad *wince*

Anyway... oh! I did something bad. I signed up for a challenge! Why, oh why did I do that? Didn't I say already that I sucked at challenges and that I was done with them? Except... I already had a story in mind which I never even started and when I saw the prompts I thought I could totally use that bunny for one of them and I thought "hey maybe the prompt will, you know, prompt you to actually writing the fic?" And so I signed up *hates self* I have a month to write it. I'm thinking... this could be my resolution for 2007? Stopping having issues with challenges? We'll see.

Completely unrelated now,

admiralandrea, remember our little convo about Hogfather? I downloaded the two parts - started watching the first one before leaving for Paris and it was brilliant! So, thanks for mentioning that Marc Warren was in it, because that was the push I needed to download the files *g*