Is this real life?

Alright, did I do something to seriously piss Karma off? I'm confused. I can't recall...

Oh wait, yes. Ok, now I remember. Dang. Well, I hope it ends soon. Because this is getting ridiculous.

I'll take you back a few days in order to explain my unfortunate evening tonight.

We were on a break in between classes. And one of the advisers made an announcement about an extra dinner. About politics. And there were only 20 spots. Ok, these dinners are AMAZING. Best food I've ever had. Only drawback is that you have to sit through a lecture. But it's worth it.

Either way, I wanted to go. And so did a few of my friends. So, being the outgoing and assertive one, I volunteered to sign us (5) all up for the lecture. I trudged through the crowd and stuck my hand up amidst all the other people and scribbled a few names down before anyone else could. I got death glares and elbows to the sides, but I got the job done. Good deal. We're in. Can't wait for the free food and drinks.

So we get all dressed up and go to the reception. Champagne and mimosas are served. Ultimate score. Reminds me of New Years Eve, except it's summer. Double ultimate score. We find out that the dinner is assigned seating. My friend and I joke about our luck with sitting by teachers we don't like. Her: "You just watch, I'll be sitting next to Smith! Just wait!" ME: "YOU watch. With my luck, all of you (5) will be sitting with each other and I'll be sitting by myself at the end. Just wait."

Go up to the room where dinner is served and look for our seats. You know when you scan a list for your name and you usually recognize a letter and easily find your name? Yeah...didn't happen. So after scanning, I look through the list...once...twice...three...four times. My name's not on it. Really? Like, this is for real? My friends are all laughing as I stand there like a fool and everyone has a place and is starting to sit. I don't know what to do. A professor I like asks what's wrong. I have to say that I don't have a place. I'm embarrassed. He's embarrassed. The caterers are embarrassed. It sucked. They had to scoot everyone down a few inches and make a place for me. Really? I was the one who signed everyone up while they sat on their butts and I'm the one who doesn't get a seat. And I know I wrote my name down. Dang.

Dinner goes on and it's fine. I still feel bad, but what can ya do? After dinner, everyone's going down to the beer cellar for a drink. Not wanting to pay 5 pounds for a coke (and knowing I have a 2 liter in my mini fridge in my room), I say I'll be back in ten. Go upstairs, open the fridge, and find that my 2 liter is frozen solid. I throw my head back, raise my arms up in the air, and shake as I say, "WHYYYYYYYYYY?" All I want is diet coke. I leave it out as I make a trip to the bathroom. I come back to find that, yes, it's still frozen solid. Alright, I can fix this. Ironically, there is a blow-dryer next to the mini-fridge. And please tell me you would have done the same.

Yes, I took the blow dryer to the 2 liter bottle of coke. For literally only 10 seconds. And everything was going fine at first. The coke was melting.

But then it kept melting. And fizzing. And melting. And fizzing. And the blow dryer was off. And fizzing. And fizzing. And exploding. Oh crap. It starts over-flowing all over the place. My roommate and her friend walk in to the image of me with an overflowing bottle of coke in one hand and a European hair dryer in the other with a confused/panicked look on my face. Coke is literally going all over our common room. I quickly fill up all of the cups in the room with coke.

It's still overflowing.

I find the trash can and hold it upside down to empty it out. Then hold it right-side up. Still overflowing. After 5 minutes. It was like the never-ending bottle of coke. They're rolling on the floor laughing. I'm covered in coke. I finally give up and just put the coke IN the trashcan. It's still overflowing. I throw my hands up in the air, pour myself a huge glass of coke, and resolve to slowly watching it disappear into my trash can.

So now I have cups of coke all over my room. And a distorted half-full bottle of coke. And everything smells like coke.

Does anyone know when bad karma stops haunting you? Help.



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