Groundhog's Day

Although we were instructed to pay uncanny attention to every detail on Tues February 2nd (aka groundhog's day) and to blog about it, I realized quite early on that if I were to do so I would have to write a book length account. Therefore, I have chosen to give an account of the day only up until 9:24 am.


As we were instructed to do, I set the alarm on my blackberry for 6:00 am on the evening of the 1st so as to wakeup at the same time as Bill Murray in the movie. However, due to my mother's affinity for waking up early in the morning, I was woken by the flick of a light around 5:15 am instead. I guess I should note that due to a number of reasons, I had fallen asleep on my mother's couch the night before and it was there that I awoke so early the next morning. Annoyed that it was so early, I proceeded to place the miniature decorative couch pillow over my face in order to block out the light so that I might sleep a little longer. At 6:00 am I was again brought out of wondrous slumber by the sound of my alarm: the song good morning beautiful by Steve Holy (every girl should wakeup to such a song, it helps start the day out right). After the five seconds it took to reach my phone, and the two seconds it took for me to decide that the snooze button was most definitely my best option at the moment, I reset my alarm to 8:30 am. You see, I had planned on going to the gym since I was so rudely asked to wakeup at 6:00 (I mean seriously, there is a reason I am not taking an 8:00 am class this semester...I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON!!!), however I quickly decided that it would be better to go after my first class anyway because I had five hours to kill before my second, and last class, of the day. And so, after checking the texts I had received the night before while sleeping, although not taking the time to respond to them, I then went back to sleep. Or that was the intention at least. Instead I laidthere mulling over how exactly I was going to execute the plans for today (which of course is stupid because nothing ever goes as planned).


Around 8:20 I finally gained the motivation to get out of "bed," and was greeted by the wagging tale of one of my chihuahuas and the expectant look indicating that he wanted me to throw the raggedy snake toy for him. Instead I rubbed his belly and made my way upstairs to asses the damage that had taken place over the night. Upon glimpsing the disaster that was my hair in the mirror, I threw it up in a ponytail and called it good. Motivation tends to be spotty at best when I a tired, and my hair most definitely was not the first thing on my mind. In fact, this assignment was and concentrating on remembering everything until I could write it down. I toothpasted my toothbrush, noticed it had a hair on it, most likely Kahlua's judging by the color and length of it, removed the hair, and brushed my teeth.


After the grooming activities required of me by society's dislike for strange smells and grungy appearances, I stumbled down to my room to pick out the clothing I would wear for the day. I chose to wear the close I would wear to the gym to my first class as well (you have no idea how uncomfortable women's jeans and high heels can be). The outfit consisted of a pair of black sweats, a predominantly black rolling stones t-shirt and a mismatched pair of ankle height socks. I planned on wearing my slippers to class, since gym shoes are not supposed to be worn on the gym equipment, but couldn't find them, so I slipped on my gym shoes without taking the time to untie the laces. I through a change of cloths as well as shampoo and conditioner in a bag for after the gym and gathered my school books together. After organizing my necessities for the day, I took them to my snow dusted car and returned to the warmth of the house.


Breakfast was the next thing on the agenda. I took a piece of bread from the refrigerator, placed it in the toaster, and then searched the pantry for other breakfast items. About two minutes later I checked on my toast, realized it was not ready yet, and grabbed a cheese stick and fruit rollup to top me off. It was then that I understood why the toast was still not toast, I had forgot to push the button down...oops. So I did that, and stood and watched as the top browned. I topped it with peanut butter and made my way to my car once again. I made it about two feet backwards before I remembered that I had forgotten my notebook in the house, and made my way again to the house. As I left I grabbed a pack of gum off the table (which I realized was probably my sister's and that I would most likely hear about it later) and a bottled water and jumped back into my car.


The radio was set to 99.9 and the song Redneck Yacht Club was blaring from my three good speakers and crackling out of my fourth. The songs that ensued did so in this order: Redneck Yacht Club, Twang, Honkey Tonk Attitude, No One Else on Earth, Single White Female, and lastly Big Green Tractor. While jamming out to the country music flowing throughout my car, I hit the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 6th, and 13th stoplights on my way to school. I also noticed a cop just pulling away from an unfortunate driver right next to the 3rd stoplight and shortly after, two Mormon missionaries walking down the left side of the street dressed for success. After failing to stop for a girl at the first crosswalk on campus (oops) and stopping for another farther down the road, I made it to the police station parking lot with little trouble and began my walk to class at 9:24.

I suppose if I were in Bill Murray's situation I could take some of what I noticed and amend my actions for the day. For example, I would make an effort to push the toaster button down the first time. I probably would get up a little bit earlier and try to leave a little bit earlier too (I was a little bit late for class), but keep in mind where the cop was. I would have grabbed my notebook the first time and as well as stopped for the first person I didn't for. Not gonna lie though, I am quite glad I am not and will most likely never be in that kind of situation. Phew!