Jockel, der Gartenteichspringbrunnen.
I came back from Oklahoma... An amount of time ago. I was gonna write about how it was but I totes forgot.
I WANTED TO TELL ALL OF YOU ABOUT MY SLEEPING EXPERIENCE.
So when I was there, they didn't have enough beds, as one of the spare rooms they had was filled with stuff, and the other space stored my step brother's multi-thousand dollar Deadpool collection. So they put me in the THEATER ROOM!
I GOT TO SLEEP IN IT, OMG.
They had this super fancy air-mattress. It was so soft, guise. But anyway, yeah. It was great.
So the first night comes up, and I'm thirsty. I think to myself, "Since they have no bottled water here for some reason, I shall fill a glass container with the water dispensed from their fancy fridge, and I shall set it here beside my air-filled mattress to keep me hydrated during the nighttime hours in which I will be sleeping and possibly waking up rather parched."
It's like 11PM. So I sneak down the stairs into their kitchen, making sure to be über quiet so I don't wake up their children, which are located not far from the kitchen down a hall. I'm super sneaky and manage to fill up a glass with ice and water without causing a noticeable disturbance. I walk upstairs, rather proud of myself, and set my glass of water next to my mattress, where I'm sure I won't trip on it. I then go to close the theater doors, and walk back to my bed. I then look at the doors, and notice I could shut them a bit more, as they had drifted open. So I go to fully close the doors, and I knock over the glass of water on their
I freak out and get to the bathroom, where I have but one towel there for my own uses. So I have to use my already wet shower towel to clean up this giant puddle of ice water off their floor.
But all goes well, and I am relived to know most of the water is soaked off the floor. I was then about to lie down again, but I had thought; "I'm still thirsty, and what if, in the depths of the night, I wake up to be very dehydrated, and then my leg cramps, and I suffer a painful death?"
So I had to get another glass of water.
I repeat what i had done before, once again being super stealthy and sneaking back to the theater without causing a disturbance. I then decide it'd be good to put the glass of water on a different section of the floor, as then I would not knock it over. So I place it about a foot and a half from the mattress, close the doors, and take my time carefully getting into bed. All was well, and I woke up in the middle of the night to drink the water a few times.
In the morning, my dad had come in to wake me up, as it was about 11AM. He leaves, and I lay there for a little while. I then think, "Well, I 'ought to get up now, as I shall not keep my family waiting for me in the lower levels of the house." And I spring up, and my pillow, somehow, comes up with me, and lands on the
I flail and die on the inside as I go back to the bathroom to get my soaked towel. This time it was less water though, so it wasn't as bad, but it was still water.
I tell my step mom about my water story and she insists I use a cup... With a lid!
Never before had I heard of such a wondrous contraption, but when I had seen this 'lidded cup,' I understood that all of my fears of spilling water on people's floors were now invalid. I could now live freely again, no longer controlled by cups without lids.
But, even with this, I found that, at least once everyday except one day, I knocked over this cup and sprinkles of water had found their way onto the floor. However, it wasn't a lot, so I didn't have to soak my towel in floor water anymore.
...But then there was the last day, where I had set my trusty lid-cup on the mattress leaning against my book bag while I did some make-up work for school and drew. I fell asleep, and I suppose I moved my legs just enough to
GOSH DARN IT KNOCK OVER THE CUP AND LET IT GET ALL OVER THE MATTRESS AND SHEETS OMG.
So I left that day to come back to Maryland, and there was a giant wet-spot on the sheets and mattress.
I didn't tell them about it. #rebel
But concerning other things, turns out we didn't watch Frozen in the Theater room, so the first movie I ever got to watch in it was 300! What a swell movie, too.
But there was plenty of Frozen things at the party for the four and two year old. They actually hired someone to be Elsa.
THEY HIRED SOMEONE TO BE ELSA.
They also had a professional photographer there.
Anyway, I've written bunches, and I don't feel like writing more. I feel like I had something that i wanted to write this about, but I forgot.
HAPPY THANKZGIVIN' NUBS LOL