It’s Leap
Day. I was excited for today. I love odd, random, extra things. I woke up
energized and determined and ready. I woke up and wrote in my journal,
“God, I want
today to be purposeful and intentional. It’s Leap Day! This date only happens
once every four years, let’s make it count. Let’s make it good.”
So I leaped
out of bed (get it) and was READY for my day. So ready that I had my favorite
breakfast and even worked out and showered before my day started.
Today is
going to rock!
…
So, I can’t
quite put my finger on it. Maybe it’s the fact that my poor water bottle is
still MIA, or that I had to purchase my 3rd key card of the semester
because mine was lost, that I left my purse in my room and had no chapstick all
day, or that after I purchased my new key card, I was texted by the mom I
babysit for, saying she found it.
Or maybe it
was just that it was so windy.
And wind
makes me want to blow up an orphanage.
I don’t know
WHAT it was. But today was off. Like, if Taylor Swift tried to sing a screamo
song, or a pig tried to moo. You know, off. Not right. Bad-taste-in-your-mouth
OFF.
I didn’t
want to jump (get it) into a bad mood right away, but it didn’t take long to
get crass. My workout was hard and countless people saw me afterwards and
either wondered, “Who is that ugly girl? Must be one of the marrieds that let
themselves go,” or “Gosh, that’s what the secretary looks like without makeup?”
LET’S SEE
YOU TRY TO DO 40 PUSHUPS AND THEN LOOK HOT.
Sirens were
going off, important parts of Toilet Talk were accidentally left out, and I
left my coat in the chapel. When I went to go get it, a teacher who was
randomly hanging out in the chapel told me I should just give it to the
homeless in the donation box in the back.
What do you
do when someone tells you to do that?
“Ha, yeah…but
it’s cold outside…”
“Yeah, the
homeless think so too..”
Awkward
laughter.
“Okay, well,
have a good one…”
“Way to be
selfish.”
Still don’t
know if this was all a joke or not.
No God! My
Leap Day was supposed to be good! It was supposed to be awesome and hoppin (get
it) and I was going to write this really optimistic and fun blog about how much
I love Leap Day and can’t wait for the next one and therefore inspire a spirit
of Leap Day all year long in the hearts of my friends and random creeper readers
(equaling a total of four..maybe five people. Actually I’m pessimistic today so
it’s probably four.)
I’m not sure
how to end this, even my blog feels off. But I made a horrible promise to
myself that I HAVE to write Leap Day blog…I won’t be able to write a blog on
February 29th for another four years…apparently it was a big deal to
me this morning.
Now I just
want to go to bed. March, you better be better than February 29th or
you can bounce (get it) along and I’ll give April a try.
I do have
one good story; I suppose I will end with that.
I send in my
Toilet Talks to a woman named Janice who works in the printing office. Every
month, I send her a cheerful email and am as gracious as possible when I tell
her how many Toilet Talk copies to make. Every month I try to break through to
that woman. And every month, this is the reply:
Done. They
are sitting underneath the faculty mailboxes.
Ouch,
Janice.
But I kept
trying. This month, I felt annoying and was almost done. I almost didn’t do my
normally cheerful greeting, but because my optimism for Leap Day was bounding
(get it), I typed, “Happy Leap Day, Janice!” and figured the response would be the
normal, emotionless email it always is.
But THIS
morning. This Leap Day morning, this was the email I woke up to:
“Happy Leap
Year to you, too!”
:O
Janice!
Oh, Janice,
You made my Leap Day worth it.
Except for
the wind. If it’s this windy tomorrow someone better keep me away from the
orphanages.
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