oh self

Good old Ralph has really done a number on me this time. I'm not even kidding.

So we all know I've done a lot of stupid things in my lifetime. It's no secret.

Well...I might have just done one of the stupidest things in my LIFE. The stupid of all stupids.

Curious yet? You should be.

Okay. Well, yesterday, I got home late, because I went to have dinner with Matt's old roommates. That was actually super fun. I hadn't hung out with that group since Matt left, so it was really good to see them all again. Anyway, when I finally got home, it was dark, and I did the first thing I always do when I get home: check the mail. You probably have suspicions as to why I do this, and you are probably right.

Anyway, there was a key in my mailbox, which signified that I had a package in one of the lockers nearby. The key had a #2 on it, which was associated with the #2 locker. Makes sense, right? Well, I grabbed the key, put it in the lock, and turned. Nothing happened. I turned again. Again nothing happened. I was getting frustrated now, but I wasn't going to give up. I turned it again, and this time, to my astonishment...the key broke. Yep, that's right. It broke. I held half the key in my hand while the other half was still stuck in the lock. I was stunned. I had no idea what to do. I spent the next few minutes ranting to my roommates and to my grandma and my aunt (who sent me the package) about the whole situation. Finally, I called my landlord so he could have someone come by and fix it today.

Wouldn't that be nice if that was the only dumb thing I did? Just wait. It gets better.

Today I got home from work, so of course, I checked the mailbox first thing. Once again, I had a key in my locker with a #2 on it. I turned to stick the key into the lock and realized...

that last night I had stuck the #2 key into the #1 locker. But because it had been so dark, I hadn't realized it.

Oh heavens. I can only imagine what the handyman must have thought when he had to fix locker #1 and key #2 because of some stupid girl in apartment #***. Who has super-human strength apparently.

No one would ever guess that I got a scholarship into a university where I am double majoring and have a 3.7 cumulative GPA.

In fact, I'm even starting to doubt that myself.