Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Fierceness in Me

I'm going to be up front with you from the beginning. This story is pretty anti-climatic.


Boy, does it have a point. A point that I will get to later.

So the other night I was studying. Studying intensely. Studying intensely at 3:30 in the morning. Making some flashcards, reading some notes, looking over my study guide, etc. My first test of the semester was the next afternoon and I was going to take it DOWN. To. The. Ground. Because I'm fierce.

Stephanie, my roommate, had gone to bed long before so I was on my own. There was some serious butterflyage going on in the ol' tum-tum here. I was nervous about how I was going to do, I was nervous that I was going to fall asleep at any second while trying to study, and I was nervous I was going to be up so late that I would get no sleep for my test. I do that, you know. I stay up all night the night before a test and pretend like I can handle not sleeping. I can't handle it. But I'm fierce.

Anyway, so there I am, sitting at my dinner table, studying my little brain away when all of a sudden there was this ear-deafening explosion. BOOOOOOM!!! It sounded as if it were right outside my door. Then the electricity went out leaving nothing but my battery powered laptop screen to light the area around me. My heart immediately sunk to my toes. For a few short seconds, I lost control over all of my muscles and just sat there stiff and in shock. "This is it," I thought. "My nightmare coming true. A man is about to break in...and bad things are going to happen." I seriously thought that was the end for me. I don't know why I sat there in such a panic for so long. I honestly think it was only for a few seconds but it felt like forever. I was just waiting for it to all go down. I was not fierce.

All of a sudden I started getting angry. "You know what?!" I thought. "This would freaking happen. Here I am, happy as a clam, studying for my test when BOOM some fool comes in to mess up my groove. This SO would happen now." And then I got angrier. Because I'm fierce.

"Nope. Not tonight....or this morning... No. Not on my watch. No one will come in and hurt me. No one will touch my roommate. No one will wreck my home. THIS IS MY HOUSE." And that's when I got really fierce. Not as fierce as Beyonce but definitely more fierce than a mama bear.

I walked to my room, grabbed my tazer (yes, I own a tazer), and made my way back to my spot at my table. And then I waited for him. The intruder, I mean. I just sat there in the dark waiting...for something. I think I was so driven by fear that I just wasn't really thinking straight. I was ready though. Why? Because I'm fierce.

Pretty soon I heard the two guys who live next door come out of their apartment. "What was that?! It scared the heck out of me!" (Of course, there was some cursing.) I listened for a minute. Listening for something to happen. Maybe an attack or something? I'm not sure. But nothing did. And they started commenting on the exploded electrical box on the street that had sparks flying out of it and such. So I wound up just going out there and discussing it with them. Not so fierce.

So it wasn't the most fierce story ever. But that's not the point.

The point that I referred to earlier is this. I am fierce. Incredibly fierce.

But I also like flowers and babies...


  1. "But I also like flowers and babies..." lol :D

    Have you ever used the tazer? Like practiced with it? 'Cause I want to be Sawyer and he took like 10 tazers in one episode. So...maybe...we can help each other out!!

  2. my dear kelly, if such a thing were to happen as someone breaking into our apartment, here's a little suggestion: wake me up, silly! don't just sit there waiting with a tazer while i'm sleeping the time away. two people are better than one if you want a fighting change.

  3. Haha! Oh Kelly! You ARE fierce.

    It's lucky for your neighbors that they didn't try to check on you or anything. =)