Elevator tales

There's something creepy about getting into an elevator with a bunch of other people waiting for the stupid thing to hit your floor.

It's no suprise that i hate elevators due to the awkward social interactions in which go on in them. And because i saw the movie Speed when i was younger and thoughts of the elevator crashing down at high speeds, isn't pleasant.

The weird thing is, is that i in most cases find the highlight of my conversations with people my own age in them, or i have weird conversations in them. Like it's a duty to make small conversation with a person who is going up the same nine floors that you are.

When i lived in the freshman dorm last year, it was common for people to try and make small talk. One kid went on and on about a baseball game that i wasn't interested in, another kept asking me where i got my pizza from and if it was really good, another commented on the vomit that was in the corner, seeing that we were both pressed against each other trying to prevent the thing from reaching our side.

Even though people may live on the 2nd floor they still use the elevator, some people call it plain lazy, i don't care, but this one kid came on the elevator, and being nice i asked him what floor he lived
Kid:2nd
ME:[pushed the button]
Kid: I'm not lazy or anything
Me:[looking around the empty elevator to see if he was talking to me]
Kid: I'm just carrying my laundry up, and i didn't want to take the stairs
Me:[silence, i swear there were crickets chirping]
Kid: i mean i usually take the stairs, i don't want you to think i'm lazy.

Thankfully we got to the 2nd floor and he went off pretty embarassed that he had rambled.

After the whole roommate fiasco, people when they caught me on the elevator would say hi to me. As if my calling my roommate a Big Headed Whore on an away message was the best drama that had happened the whole semester. I became a elevator star for all those who wanted to ask me about what happened.

Whats even more awkward is when you press the button for the elevator and when it opens there is like a million people in it, pressed together like sardines. Trying to fit in a position that won't be awkward for them and the person they are stuck in between. If i can avoid using a crowded elevator i will. I mean when the door opens and i see about 20 people with the face like "please spare us" face, i opt for taking the stairs.

Today i had my Spanish oral exam. It was at 9:44. I know weird time, but the way it works is that each student has a 7 minute conversation with her, and then after that 7 minutes someone else comes in. We signed up for our times last week. Of course no one signed on the Monday slots, and since i was there early i grabbed Wednesday at 9:44. It would A) give me time to sleep in late B) give me time to make it to Chem on time.

Because of the intense cramming for my Bio Exam, more on that later, i really haven't been reviewing for my oral interview with her. It's just me having a conversation with her in Spanish, and i figure at this level she isn't going to ask me what my current view is on the ongoing debate of stem cell research is. The questions where just going to be basic and quite simple. But i wanted to review anyway, just so i would do fairly well, if not great. I have been so exhausted this week though, so my attempts were unsuccessful. I usually study in bed. 1) because it's comfortable 2) these chairs are as hard as rocks 3) great range for my remote to the telly. but as soon as i hit the bed, opened the book, and laid my head on the pillow for some intense review...i feel asleep. Woke up 8 hours later and wondered what the hell had happened.

I must live for the intense rush of life. I mean i am from the city, and even though i have moved to slower pastures, i must still have the New York City state of mind. At about 8, i finally got up, and had an hour to at least get ready. I was dressed at 8:40, but from 8:40-9:20 i can not account for the time. I mean it went by so fast, and before i knew it the clock read 9:21. Taking in account that it's a 10 minute walk to the Humanities Building, and her reminding us that the elevators don't usually work, and that her room is on the 9th floor, i jetted out of my bedroom like never before.

Speed walking down the street, i was like "why do i do this to myself", live the life of hurried steps, and making it by the minute time after time. Probably cause secretly i thrive off of the tension, without it i would probably be bored. By the time the humanities building was in sight i had 13 minutes to get upstairs. When i entered the building this extremely tall, german(he had the accent), almost scary figure was pushing the elevator button, and before the doors closed sealing our fate as elevator companions i enetered. Two others were in there with us, and the horrible silenece was what took place. I notice that people have no idea where to look in elevators. If you look down, it can be assumed you are looking at the persons butt, if you look to either side you are looking at the person next to you, so to be safe, we all look at the numbers. Wishing the damn thing would move faster.

I almost jumped off the elevator once we hit the 9th floor, having 5 minutes to spare. My ex-roommates friend is in my Spanish class. And though i thought she my have disliked me cause technically i wrote on MY away message that her friend was a Big Head Whore, she is really polite and doesn't seem to hate my guts. We had small chatter and then my name was called. DOOM...

I did good. I got an A, and my teacher and i talked about books for the next 3 minutes. I almost skipped out of her room, calling the name of the next person who was proabably thinking DOOM. The girl (ex-roommates friend) asked me how it went and i told her it was pretty easy, i was so relieved that i hadn't notice that i was pressing the Elevator button like 12 times, though the elevators doors were open. So after saying an embarassed goodbye i got on the elevator and pressed the Ground level button. All of a sudden some old dude, just as the elevator is closing, tells me to hold it. I mean he almost shoved his hands in the thing, but the doors closed with me saying "Oh shit, I'm Sorry". I frantically try to find the OPEN DOOR button, but somehow manage to press the close door button again, and by the time the door open i am on the 7th floor with people awaiting to get on.

I felt bad for the next 30 minutes, hoping that he wasn't in a rush to get anywhere important.

I haven't felt this bad since i lost the dog at the pound this summer.

Marie had asked me to come with her to her volunteering job at the pound. She wants to be a vet, so she been volunteering and working at 2 different vet places. I like dogs, but i've never had a dog unless you count my grandma's evil poodle. I'm also allergic to fur, and get really sick around dogs who have a lot of fur. I've gotten use to my two cats, but they don't sleep with me cause i'll probably wake up looking pretty horrible. So i agreed to go, at least i could play with the cats, and i figured if my allergies started up, i would get out of having to do anything really boring, hard.

Her job is basically to walk the dogs. Now it may seem embarassing but i've also never walked a dog before, or put on a leash. I kept thinking i was choking him, so i didn't tie the thing on him pretty well. I had gotten a small dog, because well the big ones would drag me around like a doll baby. Walking down the trail, his head like popped out of the leash, and when i went down to put it back on he kind of barked at me, which scared me, so i jumped back. The next thing you knew the dog started trotting off. I use trotting, because he seeemed happy to be running away from us. He would run ahead of us, stop and as soon as we got close, he ran off. he did this for like 15 minute, until eventually running way off into the woods.

The went into the jeep looking for him and everything, while i retreated to the cat lounge, where the big one rested on my lap for the next 30 minutes. I was so upset, i mean my first day and i lost a dog. They tried to make me feel better by telling me he always acted up , and tried to run away, but by then i was so ready to go.

So thats how i felt when the elevators closed. Hopefully that man will not be teaching Spanish next semester, or he would totally dislike me for not holding the elevator. Damn Buttons.

I got out of Chem early today, which is why i am writing, i should be doing my lab paper, but once again Procrastination has won.