life is not a thriller
i'm feeling empty and so i am writing.
the light switch in my room exploded last night. and smoke was seen coming out of the lights. but, i didnt get to see any of it. when i got to my room at about 1am, my room mate was gone (she dragged her mattress (wtf?!) along with her. no kidding), the lights were dead, no electricity and there was this weird smell (of something burning). no way was i sleeping in a room like that. so i took my pillow and blanket and went to spend the night in a friend's room. which i very rarely do because i prefer sleeping on my own bed.
today, the guy who takes care of electrical (and other) problems in the dorms came and fixed the problem. i'm not sure what he did exactly but he said after about 15mins of ladder-standing that it was okay. so he left. and we went in. then, there was this weird smell again in the room. which we later figured out was from the ceiling fan. the same plastic burning smell. called that guy again and asked him if it was dangerous or anything. he said it should be okay. then he said to call him only if the switch trips or something more serious happens. i guess it was code for "dont bother me on my day off".
my room mate then had to leave for a test and i was left all alone in a weird smelling room. i could have gone someplace else but decided that i wanted to be alone. so i stayed in my room.
i then spent the whole afternoon thinking how people would react if they found me dead, crushed by a ceiling fan. how many people would have thought it was funny and how many would actually sympathize. i continued to write my imaginary will in my head. im giving my mp3 player to my sister because she needs to update her current music player (which is actually my old cd player. she get hand-me-downs, i get new ones).
now about 12 hours later, im still okay. and the room is doing just as fine. thank you electricity guy.
in about 6 hours i need to be up again and go through another day of class.
i guess this is the part where i say good night.
good night.
today, the guy who takes care of electrical (and other) problems in the dorms came and fixed the problem. i'm not sure what he did exactly but he said after about 15mins of ladder-standing that it was okay. so he left. and we went in. then, there was this weird smell again in the room. which we later figured out was from the ceiling fan. the same plastic burning smell. called that guy again and asked him if it was dangerous or anything. he said it should be okay. then he said to call him only if the switch trips or something more serious happens. i guess it was code for "dont bother me on my day off".
my room mate then had to leave for a test and i was left all alone in a weird smelling room. i could have gone someplace else but decided that i wanted to be alone. so i stayed in my room.
i then spent the whole afternoon thinking how people would react if they found me dead, crushed by a ceiling fan. how many people would have thought it was funny and how many would actually sympathize. i continued to write my imaginary will in my head. im giving my mp3 player to my sister because she needs to update her current music player (which is actually my old cd player. she get hand-me-downs, i get new ones).
now about 12 hours later, im still okay. and the room is doing just as fine. thank you electricity guy.
in about 6 hours i need to be up again and go through another day of class.
i guess this is the part where i say good night.
good night.
[ by jos at 12:27 AM ] 4 comments
4 Comments:
and goodnight to you :)
the innocence of your thoughts was so evident in this post.. Hope you had a good night of sleep
I once attempted to screw in a light bulb and blew a fuse. It scared the crap out of me (and my friend who was there at the time) and it took us about five minutes to recover and realize that ALL the electricity in my room was turned off.
rambler - what do you mean? i dont get it..
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