Arvynia
09-19-2005, 06:37 PM
This was more embarrassing than funny. :P
So I haven’t done my laundry in like, three months.
Being a fashion major, I guess you can say I have tons of clothes and know how to ration them when I know I won’t have time to laundry for a while.
Anyway, it’s come to the point where I sleep nekked because:
1. I have no more lightweight sleeping garment
2. It’s hot
After staying up till about 4 or 5am in the morning one night, I went to bed and was knocked out cold. It was SUCH a good sleep. Next thing I knew it, I hear this banging on my front door. I gained consciousness and realized someone was knocking on my door. I listen and heard my roommate in his room – I guess he was talking on the phone or something and thought that he had invited company over. So I didn’t do anything but lay there and tried to go back to sleep.
The banging continued and it sound urgent, so I woke up again, and screamed out my roommate’s name.
He was still talking on the phone and I guess didn’t hear me or chose to ignore me.
So I went back to bed. Then I remembered that maybe I had ordered something and it was the post man or ups man who needed my signature.
I hopped out of bed and looked for something decent to wear. I couldn’t find anything!
All my shorts were in the hamper, my tank tops were too!
My t-shirts were gone!
And I didn’t have anything oversize to wear!
I guess I could have just grabbed …well, there’s nothing really in my drawer, so I couldn’t grab anything.
So I dug into my lingerie draw and found a bright yellow lightweight stretch cotton slipdress.
YES! A SLIPDRESS!
…. “Shit, I forgot one of the straps were ripped and it got stains on it.”
Oh well. I was still very sleepy and lazy so didn’t bother to find anything else. This shouldn’t take too long if it’s to sign something and grab a package, right?
Man was I in for surprise.
I opened up the door, and there standing with pamphlets in their hands, were two church boys. You know those church people that go from house to house to see if you want to go on a little trip and learn about religion or whatever. Well, that’s them. And at the end of the day, we get a free gold dollar, or a goldfish!
Anyway, my thought at the moment, “I’m going to hell!”
So they guys came up to my door, and one of them started asking me questions, “You live here?”
“Yes, I uh… just woke up.”
“Did we wake up you? I’m sorry, we’re going around the neighborhood seeing if anyone would like to go to Indiana with us this weekend to learn more about The Lord…”
Now I’m wishing I have not cut my hair just yet because then at least it’d be long enough to cover my nipples showing through the slip dress. By the way, it doesn’t really help that I’m standing directly in broad daylight.
“Do you know if you’re going to Heaven?”
“No.” My thought: “I know for sure I’m not now….”
I tried to listen and be polite as he went on about the bible and God and stared him directly in his face, concentrating on his eyes so I can forget about my dress attire. And I think he was trying to do the same thing. His buddy standing behind him… well. You know.
So eventually I couldn’t stand it anymore so I broke in and said, “I’m sorry!! I don’t want you to waste your time because I’m not very interested right now! So…”
“Oh, okay! That’s fine, but if you are ever interested in going, here’s a pamphlet and if you read it and don’t understand it, give me a call.” And he took out the sheet of paper and pointed to the number. His name and number…. ?????
So I grabbed it, thanked him, and shut the door, went back in my room, tossed the pamphlet on the table and went to lie on my bed. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t go back to sleep.
“Dear God, please forgive me, my mommy, my daddy, my brothers, all the people I know and all the people I love….”
So I haven’t done my laundry in like, three months.
Being a fashion major, I guess you can say I have tons of clothes and know how to ration them when I know I won’t have time to laundry for a while.
Anyway, it’s come to the point where I sleep nekked because:
1. I have no more lightweight sleeping garment
2. It’s hot
After staying up till about 4 or 5am in the morning one night, I went to bed and was knocked out cold. It was SUCH a good sleep. Next thing I knew it, I hear this banging on my front door. I gained consciousness and realized someone was knocking on my door. I listen and heard my roommate in his room – I guess he was talking on the phone or something and thought that he had invited company over. So I didn’t do anything but lay there and tried to go back to sleep.
The banging continued and it sound urgent, so I woke up again, and screamed out my roommate’s name.
He was still talking on the phone and I guess didn’t hear me or chose to ignore me.
So I went back to bed. Then I remembered that maybe I had ordered something and it was the post man or ups man who needed my signature.
I hopped out of bed and looked for something decent to wear. I couldn’t find anything!
All my shorts were in the hamper, my tank tops were too!
My t-shirts were gone!
And I didn’t have anything oversize to wear!
I guess I could have just grabbed …well, there’s nothing really in my drawer, so I couldn’t grab anything.
So I dug into my lingerie draw and found a bright yellow lightweight stretch cotton slipdress.
YES! A SLIPDRESS!
…. “Shit, I forgot one of the straps were ripped and it got stains on it.”
Oh well. I was still very sleepy and lazy so didn’t bother to find anything else. This shouldn’t take too long if it’s to sign something and grab a package, right?
Man was I in for surprise.
I opened up the door, and there standing with pamphlets in their hands, were two church boys. You know those church people that go from house to house to see if you want to go on a little trip and learn about religion or whatever. Well, that’s them. And at the end of the day, we get a free gold dollar, or a goldfish!
Anyway, my thought at the moment, “I’m going to hell!”
So they guys came up to my door, and one of them started asking me questions, “You live here?”
“Yes, I uh… just woke up.”
“Did we wake up you? I’m sorry, we’re going around the neighborhood seeing if anyone would like to go to Indiana with us this weekend to learn more about The Lord…”
Now I’m wishing I have not cut my hair just yet because then at least it’d be long enough to cover my nipples showing through the slip dress. By the way, it doesn’t really help that I’m standing directly in broad daylight.
“Do you know if you’re going to Heaven?”
“No.” My thought: “I know for sure I’m not now….”
I tried to listen and be polite as he went on about the bible and God and stared him directly in his face, concentrating on his eyes so I can forget about my dress attire. And I think he was trying to do the same thing. His buddy standing behind him… well. You know.
So eventually I couldn’t stand it anymore so I broke in and said, “I’m sorry!! I don’t want you to waste your time because I’m not very interested right now! So…”
“Oh, okay! That’s fine, but if you are ever interested in going, here’s a pamphlet and if you read it and don’t understand it, give me a call.” And he took out the sheet of paper and pointed to the number. His name and number…. ?????
So I grabbed it, thanked him, and shut the door, went back in my room, tossed the pamphlet on the table and went to lie on my bed. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t go back to sleep.
“Dear God, please forgive me, my mommy, my daddy, my brothers, all the people I know and all the people I love….”