So, even though Christmas is long gone now, there are some bits of it that tend to linger for a while. One of those is the confounded catchy-ness of "Carol of the Bells." It seems to play on a continuous loop in your subconscious mind for a month after the Christmas season has passed. My friend and I were walking down the street, and we started singing it...but using the word "Snow" (it was snowing at the time) for every note. Try it. It's ridiculously difficult. BUT JUST YOU WAIT. My friend and I are going to master it. And it will blow you away. ...I hope.
All of my life, keeping weight on my body has always been a chore...one I don't perform as faithfully as I should just because it's so exhausting. But on the upside, I actually take up a lot less space than it looks like I do (clothing can do wonders to give me more normal-looking proportions...). It's always been very fun for me to experiment to see if I can find places that no one thinks I could fit into...and then fit in them. Sometimes, this can get me into trouble. I have been reminiscing about one such experience I had in high school as I've been going about my day:
One day, I had gotten out of my class a little early, and I needed to go do my daily halfway-through book swap at my locker. Unfortunately, my locker was waaay out on the outskirts of the high school (which not only led to even less of a social life, but it was so out of my way to get there). When I got to that empty hallway that no one ever roamed, I started exchanging books from my backpack to my locker and vice versa, when all of a sudden, I realized that I might be just small enough to fit in my locker. I shoved my backpack into the top shelf, and just kind of stared for a moment, wondering if it was even worth the try. I gave into the excitement of this new challenge, curled up into a ball, and started squeezing into the narrow metal box. After a few minutes of wiggling and stretching in inconvenient ways, I had made it in. Todd, the grand master of small spaces, had done it again!! I sat there reveling in my achievement, until I heard the janitor coming down the hall. Well, I certainly didn't want to get caught climbing into my locker, so I stayed motionless as he approached.
SLAM!!
I just kind of sat there in shock. He hadn't seen me...but he had seen an open locker in an empty hallway, and slammed it shut.
So there I was, trapped in my own locker, with everyone else in the school either in class or on the opposite side of the building. What was I to do?? I called out a couple times...nothing. My phone!! ...One problem. I am curled up in a ball with almost no wiggle room, with my phone in my seemingly unreachable pocket. After smashing my face up against the back of the locker, wriggling my arm between my chest and my legs for a couple minutes, and playing the "claw game" with my phone by groping for it with the very tips of my ever-stretching fingers, I got it.
Bad news. Phone service isn't so great in a metal box.
I tried all the tricks. After writing a text to my friend Chelsey, I held my phone upside down, I shook it really fast, I sang a straight tone at it, I held it to my head and repeated the ABCs...all the myths. I finally shot that life-saving text through the one bar of service that I had after ten minutes of trying. By that time, it was getting really warm in that sweatbox. Exhausted, I actually started drifting in and out of consciousness as I waited for my rescue. And then I heard it:
"...Todd?"
I was saved!!
"Chelsey!! I'm here! I'm in this locker!!!"
It took her a little longer than I would have hoped to put in my combination because she was laughing so hard, but she got me out all the same. I was quite grateful.
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That has nothing to do with my life currently, but I just thought you'd appreciate the flashback. :)
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