It's not even over yet and I'm already exhausted.
Let's see... Well first off, I'm not really obeying my "No posting in September" rule.
Rules. My own rule. Whatever.
Last night I was WIRED. I have no idea why I was so energetic but needless to say, I was tired this morning. So instead of waking up in time to take my time getting ready for class, I decided to sleep in. I slept in and talked on the phone till 9:30, thinking to myself, I'll get ready really quickly for my 10 AM class.
Just as I was about to put conditioner in my hair I noticed there was BLOOD COMING OUT OF THE SHOWER HEAD!
Wait, that doesn't happen. Where is this coming from?
And at that moment I realized that my own wishes had betrayed me.
You see, I have always wanted to have a nosebleed solely because I have never had one before. I've seen other people have nosebleeds and always imagined it to be a really cool sensation.
So it's 9:35ish, I have class at 10, I'm already late getting ready, blood is coming out of my nose and is EVERYWHERE, and I have conditioner all over my hands. Great.
WHAT DO I DO?!?! Agfhghghd! I'm gonna DROWN. I know there is something about tilting your head back when you have a bloody nose... but if I do THAT I'm gonna waterboard myself in MY OWN SHOWER! Really great sensation...
So I finished up fast and tried to keep my blood to myself (which didn't work very well).
Just keep your head up, Jo.
As I'm stuffing toilet paper up my nose and cleaning blood out of the bath mats I hear knocking at the front door.
The roofers.
Sigh.
Of course they come TODAY. Sorry roofer guys, you're going to have to deal with me ignoring you for a few minutes because I care more about being on time and fully clothed when I present my greek verse monologue in class today. Maybe they won't realize I'm here... Oh my goodness I'm trying to keep these precious fluids IN my brain and OFF the floor and it's not working!
I look at the time: 9:42.
You can do this. Just get your stuff and try to not look like a mop-head.
I grab my keys, shoes, and hairdryer for a Woman vs. Time showdown.
What time is it? 9:48
Yessss you're not going to be late! Crap. The roofers.
So I walk into the living room and see that the screen door is closed and the solid door is open.
So much for hoping they wouldn't notice I was here.
Me: "I'm guessing you're the roofers?"
Roofer Dude: "Yeah, do you have a broom I can use?"
Me: "Yeah, sorry, hold on a sec."
So I go get the broom and hand it to him
Roofer dude: "Are you getting punched in there?"
Me: "Oh yeah! Yeah..."
Jo, get to class!! Aghh okay!
So I'm driving to class and then it dons on me:
Wow. They probably heard me screaming and stuff.
They probably thought I was getting murdered! Good job...
I walk into class with a tissue-stuffed nostril and everyone is asking me what happened and if I was okay and at this point I'm just concerned about whether or not I'm going to be able to project without spewing blood everywhere.
Uh-oh, I hope my professor isn't getting upset with me for being a distraction.
We all warm up as a class and get in our groups to perform our monologues.
"Hello I'm Joanna Price and I will be portraying Medea from Medea by Euripides,
'I have many ways of death which I might suit to them, And do not know, friends, which one to take in hand. Whether to set fire beneath their bridal mansion, Or sharpen a sword and thrust it-"
"Joanna, Joanna, slow down! She is plotting how she is going to KILL! Include us, talk to us about how she is figuring out how she is going to do this!"
Ugh. I really screwed that up. Fine, I'll do better.
So I started over again, I slowed down and it really was much better the second time around but I was still not very happy. Even though she has every right as my professor to interrupt me and correct me, it really didn't feel good to have that happen. Sigh.
After class Luke and I went over to church. He had to work on stuff for his education class and I decided to use this time to cry. To my pastor, Don (I have a feeling you are going to read this, Don, so I'm going to go ahead and apologize for being a blubbering mess all the time). But seriously, Don, is the best:
Encourager
Pastor
Youth minister mentor
Friend
After all of that, Luke and I went driving around the country backroads and found ourselves talking about all sorts of sad things. I cried some more. We talked. He talked. I talked. Laughter was in there too, somehow.
It was good.
This day is good... Rather dramatic, but good.
Just keep your head up.
