Pranks on me
Okay, so I love playing pranks on people...but I LOVE it even more when they play pranks on me. Being the little sister, and the biggest dork in high school, I actually have learned to embrace the embarrassment of looking like a total idiot infront of everyone. Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, you know, alive. Call me wierd, or whatever.But lately, ever since a relay-call prank gone bad (which is totally another blog), no one has really tried to pull a prank on me. Until...
So I always hang out at the music building late at night, because thats when my favorite practice room, with the best piano, is available (RM 242). I went with intentions to jam a little, but to my dismay everything was locked.
Hmmm, how wierd? How peculiar? I could always count on the music building even on holidays. I drove around a little more and finally found an open door on the side of the music building.
I stumbled across even some more peculiarities though, when I arrived at the third floor and all the practice rooms were locked. boo. They're never locked. Hmmm, wierd (I prolly should have taken this as an ominous sign).
So anyways, all I really did was use the internet (my dial-up sucks, so I always try to use school internet) and just caught up on emails, facebook, myspace, blog, tmobile website, GTFCU banking, and all that jazz. Within a couple of hours (past midnight now), I finished everything and headed out.
As I was walking down the hallway though, I could see through the windows 2 people, with 2 very skewedish-grodyish derrieres I might add, conspicuously and decrepitely scuttling as fast as they could behind my LeSabre. "What tha...?" Seriously, though...did the freaks really think that I didn't see them...I mean, they weren't discrete under any circumstances, they know that I saw them, right?
Honest to God, I didn't know what to think. I just REALLY didn't know what to think...like, should I EVEN take this seriously?
I really didn't panic, but in the span of 3 seconds, a gazillion things ran through my head..."Who are they? What are they planning to do? Why aren't they moving? What could they possibly want? What if they have weapons? Is it really my time to die? etc." Before I knew it, I could hear the pacing of my heart in the back of my ear, it was so strong. I got a sooper potent dose of my favorite medicine, adrenaline! "Just think fast, think fast, act fast..." I thought to myself.
I quickly just turned around, trying to pretend like I didn't see anything...(after all I was still in the building, just looking through the double doors), and reached for my c.p. to call my big bro, and ask him what I should do. On my way back up the hall, I here my friend CJ screaming, "It's me Rebecca, It's me Camila!"
Whoa. I was pisst, elated, molested, sad, glad, relieved, thankful, and a whole bunch of other stuff that may not be appropriate for my PG-13- rated blog...ha. jk CJ.
I meet her at the door, along with Steele, frowned a little and gave her a big hug. I was just glad they weren't psycho killers. But in a way they both are very much so psychoes, walking around at midnight when it's chilly outside. We all talked another minute or so. My knees were still knocking against eachother, when I walked to my car... Oh, what could have been, what might have been, just the thought still made me tremble. But All ended well. And I was totally kidding about their derrieres... they were very symetrical???!
Did I mention I love being pranked on?
posted by Becca @ 12:35 AM
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