a book worm's series of unfortunate events

these books...when i am done with them it will be a weight off my shoulders. Goldsmith Co. Jewelers is closed almost this entire week due to the owner and other sales associates being in vegas for a "prestigious diamond training." i was left here to study my eye balls out. i am supposed to be done with both of these books (and an online biology test for BYU) by Friday...sahhwweeettt. 

unfortuanately, due to non-stop studying the past 3 days, my brain is on overload and the tiniest things are a struggle. let me give you an example of just 2. 

example #1- as i was studying i was drinking non-stop. i don't really know why. there is a refigerator with lots of bottled water in the study room and i guess i just kept drinking because there was nothing else to do. this lead to me having to go to the bathroom alot. alot alot. one time, as i was running to the bathroom, i realize that i can't go because our office girl, Jen, is cleaning it. so i say "oh nevermind! i will go when you are done." 20 min. later...she is done. (finally!) i run to go. the phone rings...she is busy with a different customer. i play tug-a-war in my head. do i leave jen overloaded or help her out? fine. i will answer the phone. the 1 phone call turns into 3 phone calls...upset customers that the store is closed. it's been another 20 minutes. i am dying now. there is a reason my mom called me "peanut bladder" my entire life. my bladder is the size of a peanut. im convinced that it's smaller. finally, im off the phone. i run to the bathroom. slam the door shut, rip down my pants and go. then, i scream. freak out actually. because i missed just one very small detail. the toilet lid was down...yes. down. not up. DOWN!!!!!!

 hahaha. oh man, you can imagine how this worked out for me. i won't go into details and we'll just say..it didn't! but i did laugh. very very hard. 

example #2- (one hour later) i drive to jessica's house to hang out with her. i have to, of course, go to the bathroom again. she isn't home yet so i call her and tell her my predicament. she says to go on ahead inside, the back door is open. so then i call L-ham and we're just talking about life and i go to open the backdoor but i can't. it's stuck on something. i look inside and see piles and piles of clothes. "wow, jess and her roommates seriously need to do laudry" i say to linday. i climb over the clothes, walk through the laundry room and open the door to the kitchen. the kitchen looks as if it has been hit by a cyclone. clothes, food, boxes everywhere. and it dawns on me. THIS IS NOT JESSICA'S HOUSE. suddenly, there are voices. i can hear them coming upstairs. im freaking out(again). lindsay is whispering on the phone "what is going on!?" im trying not to curse. because, well, i am terrified this random person is going to catch me dead smack in the middle of their kitchen floor.

im happy to say, i busted open the laundry room door, jumped over the clothes, and ran out the back before anybody caught me. phew! haha (that is an understatement).

                                                           (c'mon...these look similar..right!?)

welp. i won't confuse them next time. i made note. this tree = jessica's house. no more scary neighbor's house. no no more.

have you had a scatter brain lately? if you have, maybe i can make you feel better? :)