This morning I did something that was very stupid. I don't understand why the hell I did it. Right after waking up I went down to breakfast, which is a room filled with hotel staff, random people that live in the hotel for a couple nights and always a few of my friends. Bear in mind that I was groggy because I had just awakened and was probably grumpy and out of it. I went down with bare feet. I thought to myself, "This will be like Shawshank.
'No one ever looks at a man's shoes.' So why would they notice me with the absence of any?" I was dead wrong. I went over to the bread to start making my usual cheese and meet sandwich and one of the head hotel guys came over to me and basically mimed to me, "What the hell are you doing?" without saying more than two words. He pointed at my shoes. His face told me that what I did was absolutely ludicrous and disrespectful. Agghhh. "What was I thinking?" I thought. When I went back up to the room, the card I had in my pocket was the one card that doesn't work. So I was locked out until Michael came up. At least I had time to go back down before breakfast ended. The man was outside the breakfast room again (which is wear I also have dinner every night) and apologized to him again. Once more, he continued to say nothing. All he did was mime again, "What, are you stupid?" with open arms and out-turned hands.
Highlight of today:
Mia asked me from the other dinner table tonight, in front of everyone, "Stoddy, my dad's birthday is on Wednesday. Do you want to write a song for him?" She clarified that she wanted to write it with me. I said yes and she seemed SO excited. We got together after dinner and in about an hour and a half, we basically finished it. It just has to be fine tuned. We're gonna record it tomorrow. She wants to send it to her dad on Wednesday through email so he finds it while he's at work. I like that, mix mundane (email) with unexpected kindness (song). "Unexpected kindness" coined by my dad, Gren Blackall.
Zoe's sister loved the song we wrote for her. Her sister is moving to California and Zoe asked me to help her write a song. Her sisters friends put it on in a party to surprise her. Then she heard it later to really listen to the lyrics. I heard that it really touched her. Yes!
I got a 95 on my Greek test! She said my dialogue was very good and well planned out. Something like that. I think a big reason is because I used some lines from my "Omorfia" song I wrote since I have it memorized. HA!
12 days til Christmas! At least that's what I say because I'm going home in 12 days.
If I always did a little dance and said 'oop oop' just before I opened a car door, and you said, immediately after I did it one time, "Hey, why do you do a little dance and say 'oop oop' every time you open a car door?", I'd say, "Why the hell would you ask such a stupid, inappropriate, outrageous, obnoxious, dumb-shit question?"
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