So for the first time in my college career I am not taking a creative writing class. At first I was excited to not be forced to write or meet deadlines or read awful stories I could not care less about, but then the first three weeks passed and I realized I missed writing and all that comes along with it. So here I present to you, my so far non-existent readers, a blog about my life. I cannot promise that I am super interesting, funny, or wise. However this is what is going on with me, your average college student.
And now, my first actual post: How a lunch box and a porn star made the best week of my life, in that order.
A long long time ago, way back in the month of May 2011 I pre-ordered The Lonely Island's newest cd,
Turtleneck and Chain. I bought the digital download with a special lunch box + thermos option. The tiny caption next to it said that the lunch box would not ship until June at the earliest, but most likely July. I thought to myself "I need that more than I have ever needed any that has ever existed ever. I want it, I want it, I WANT IT NOW!" So I pre-ordered thinking a month and a half is not that long. Now because I have the patience of a 4 year old on a the first sugar high of their life, and the four broken links I had received for my digital download, I should have realized this would not be the instant gratification purchase that I desired, but ever the optimist I patiently, but eagerly awaited the arrival of my soon to be favorite possession. I suppose I should mention my planet size crush and Andy Samberg, which made the wait so much worse. But I tell myself 45 days is not that long....
Well Junes rolls by.... and then July whizzes past and still not a word about my box. I start to panic, on Aug. 31st I had to move out of my apartment, and I was worried that I would some how miss my package. I had to send about 9 billion emails to some unknown person named Miranda (Who I to this day believe is a robot) about changing my shipping address. Finally come Sept. 12th I get word from UPS that a failed delivery has occurred twice, and that I have one more attempt before my holy grail of a lunch box is shipped back to Miranda-bot forever. First panic arises, then rage. Where was my notice of the first two attempts?
Now being a full time college student and working two jobs I am not ever home between the hours of 8 am and 8 pm. I call UPS and try to kindly explain this, but we all know that a simple conversation would be way too easy. So I call and after being put on hold for 26 minutes, I get to talk to a rep named, I shit you not, Shaniqua. After she introduces herself, it takes ever fiber of my being to not explode into awkward belly laughs and roll around on the floor.
Me: "I have a package coming for a final attempt, and I know that I won't be home to claim it. I am gone from 8 to 8 everyday. Also I have not received any of those little door sticks from the driver."
Shaniqua: "I am sorry hun, I can add an extra day on that delivery."
Me: "Thank you, but I also won't be home for that. I am out everyday."
Shaniqua: "So you don't want that day? Would you like to pick a day that you will be home?"
Me: "I am never home. Can I change the delivery address to my work?"
Shaniqua:" Sure thing, what is the 9 digit code on the missed delivery slip."
Me: "I told you I don't have that."
Shaniqua: "You don't have either of them?"
This goes on for about 10 minutes. Finally She tells me that I can pick up it up between the hours of 8 am and 12 pm Monday through Thursday. I am not sure why she thought that would be possible as I can not even manage to be home between those hours but I agree. Four more calls to UPS later, my friend can pick it up for me. So now four and a half months later I finally have my lunch box, and I will let you know a turkey sandwich with extra pickles has never tasted so sweet.
The other greatest thing to happen to me this week was that I got to talk to my favorite adult star, Danny Wylde. I know it is a little weird for a girl to admit to having a have a favorite star, but when one of your jobs includes writing reviews on adult films, it happens. (
Scream XXX is where it is at, combing the two best things ever. Wes Craven's 1996
Scream and the world's cutest porn star) But my job is a story for another day. So I have been Twitter stalking Danny Wylde for a while, but this week got the courage to mention him in a tweet. To my surprise he responded and actually re-tweeted what I said (Is it possible to be a porn nerd? Because if it is, that is definitely what I am). This made me so excited that I forgot where I was, my non porn related job, and I told everyone that was around me. Long story short they all think I am crazy. But I do not care, I had my TLI lunchbox and my giant porn crush has a least some idea that I exist as a person.
FTW I love my life sometimes.