Tumb Baker.
Since Thanksgiving a WHOLE LOT has happened.
The week of my Birthday. Lets start there.
Went to a Hanson show in Sanford. Took a road trip to Ft. Myers to see Hanson, Gavin DeGraw, Michelle Branch, Fitz and the Tantrums, and a few others.
Then while driving back home I got a message on Facebook from a friend in New York who fired his assistant and was wondering if I wanted to replace her.
I said, “helllllll yea!”
So I sent my resume out and was sending out all the positivity I could.
The day of my Birthday some friends and I went to Tako Cheena, the new burrito bar owned by a Pom Pom’s Teahouse. Soooooo good.
Then we saw The Muppet Movie. I cried. Like a baby.
I got a call a week later from the job in NYC.
I made to the city for an interview. Immediately got hired.
I stayed with my friend in Astoria and spent Christmas with her. It was great!! :-)
I was exposed to the world of Dungeons and Dragons and had a fantastic time playing!!
I work for Broadway Merchandising and it’s AWESOME.
New Years Eve, I spent at a bar with a coworker and her boyfriends band. So fun.
I’m back in NYC. Out of craptastic Florida.
I saw Spider-Man.
I work for RENT.
I SAW TWILIGHT THE MUSICAL.
So…
The apartment complex I live at is predominantly made up of UCF students.
It’s completely dead because they’re all home for Thanksgiving.
Walking through the halls is like walking through The Shining.
Scary as hell.
Well…
I just finished the newest episode of American Horror Story (HOLY. SHIT.) and I decided to venture down to the vending machine to grab a soda. Walking down the hall, I hear the elevator open and out walks this super sketch guy in shorts and a stretched out red t-shirt. He’s barefoot. His head is angled to the side…kinda zombie-esque. He’s walking slowly. And he’s STARING a me. I pretend to fiddle with my phone. I get to the stairwell and that’s when I realized I left my apartment unlocked. GREAT.
So while I’m down at the vending machine the idea of him hiding in, or robbing my apartment is seriously running through my brain.
HOLY. FUCK.
So I rush back upstairs and slowly walk through the halls. I don’t know this guy, I don’t know where he is.
I literally stop in my tracks and look behind me like 50 times.
I get to my aparment and open EVERY closet, every door, cabinet, room, everything.
He’s not here.
Thank God.
Then I turn on Britney Spears and sing “Baby One More Time”
It’s like that scene in Urban Legend with the girl singing the “Turn around bright eyes” section of “Total Eclipse of the Heart” and she turns around and gets axed in the face.
So…I check the rooms “one more time” and then I realize…
Wow. I just lived out a cliche horror movie scene.
Life is made.
Happy Thankskillinggiving
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