You know your life sucks when you’re 22 and you’re still doing shit you used to do when you were 16. In my case, IT’S FUCKING LARA CROFTING MY WAY INSIDE “MY” HOUSE.
Okay. So I unofficially moved in with my folks this week (take note: it’s moved in, not moved back in). It’s a major change and I don’t wanna bitch about how it’s going to take me a while to adjust…well, I probably never will, and I hope to be back on my own come June. ANYWAY. Seeing that it’s been six years since I last lived with my folks, I don’t have a key to their house. It’s not really a problem, since one of them is usually home.
We all know where this is going. I totally forgot that my dad makes deliveries Saturday mornings. Okay, so I didn’t forget. I DIDN’T KNOW. I get to their place a little past 7 and see that my dad’s Elf wasn’t parked outside. Mkae. I’ll just push open the broken screen, unlock the right door, unlock the screen door, and make my way in. I’ve done it before, I can do it again.
They had the screen fixed. It was screwed into place.
I look at Panda. She looks at me, her tail wagging.
BAH! I start knocking on the left door (WE HAVE A WEIRD HOUSE), hoping to wake up my mom. No dice.
I play with Panda a bit. Knock some more. Take pictures. Knock and call out some more.
Ten minutes later, it hit me: what if no one’s home?
Uh-oh. I mean: SHIT.
So I start going through the junk in our porch thinger, hoping to find a key. NOTHING. I’m standing there in last night’s clothes with a smelly dog wagging her tail, staring at me. I also needed to pee.
I open the window, UNSCREW THE SCREEN’S SCREW USING MY FINGERS, push it open, make like a contortionist, unlock the right door, unlock the right screen door, and POOF! I’m in.
Now, I mentioned that we have a weird house. I cannot begin to explain and describe just how weird our tiny house is. Let’s just say that though I managed to get myself inside the house, I was still locked out from the rest of the house as my dad locked the door that led to the kitchen.
“I can’t ever win,” I thought.
I surveyed the room. A shoe rack, some cabinets, my fridge, and more junk separated me from the room that my dad likes to call his “office”. I strip off my clothes and start moving shit around. This is when I realize that I am having a “Bloggable Moment” so I pause, whip out my camera, and hastily take a couple of shots.
THE MESS I MADE.
I HAD TO SQUEEZE MYSELF THROUGH THAT SMALL SPACE =(
So yes, because of my SK1LLZ, I managed to get myself inside the house. I immediately ran to my parents’ room to check if anyone was home. I opened the door just in time to see my mom sleepily look at me from under her blanket.
I need my own key.
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
I so totally take photos when a moment is ‘bloggable’!
Our house is like that too in some places (my parents’ house), where you can get into like the garage but not the house, or one room but not another.
“I surveyed the room. A shoe rack, some cabinets, my fridge, and a more junk separated me from the room that my dad likes to call his “office”. I strip off my clothes and start moving shit around.”
This is what I love about you; You find ways to get sexy doing the most mundane things. =)
Lol I love the mess you made trying to get inside your house.
… sometimes I’m guilty of not opening the door for people because I’m too lazy to get out of bed too. You should’ve used the old fashioned way and threw rocks at your parents’ bedroom window.
“This is when I realize that I am having a “Bloggable Moment” so I pause, whip out my camera, and hastily take a couple of shots.”
I love those! I have a billion of those whenever I’m doing something totally random.. except I usually get too lazy to actually blog about it later on.
I also agree to the previous comment on how you make mundane stuff sound sexy or insert sexiness in.
It is indeed weird to be back living with your parents or family. Since I am now in the Philippines so I am living with my family as of this moment and it really freaks me out and I am definitely homesick and also miss my own apartment in Norway and of course the love of my life, Odd. Hehehehehe
Btw, I love your new template! Hugs from moi!
haha, I’m glad you managed to get in. That is a tiny space.
Your new occupation:
Helga - Amateur Burglar
:p
We have a secret place for the house key. :p
Or you could have called your mom’s cel to wake her up?
Ayun pa!!! I used the last of my credits to text the Chrizo over YM. And I didn’t know where to get creds :(
LMAO lara crofting into your house. haha. you’re awesome, helga. and i agree too with the second person’s comment about you doing sexy shit during certain situations!! so true!
It happened once to me. The gate was padlocked and I’m too stupid to forgot my cellphone and my keys as well. And since our gate’s like, six-feet tall with thorn-like fences on top of it, all I did was to throw stones at my Dad’s window.
After thirty minutes of no response, I sat under the tree, my back on the trunk, and slept.
:) You’re still lucky.
Lol! That’s so funny! Luckily none of the neighbours saw you trying to creep into your own house!
Ninja Stripper LOLga: House Raider FTW!
moving in with parents will mean no more hafnekkid-cookin-partays? No? =(
haha! I remember being locked out of my parents house and having to fit through the smallest spaces. One time I was making my way through the bathroom window and my butt got stuck so I was just hanging inside of the house, with my butt and legs sticking out the window!
I loved how you took pictures, too funny. At least you got in.
ugh. i hate that part about living with folks.
All of that and you didn’t even have to use a health pack, quite impressive. :P
a dog wags its tail more to the right when its h_,_,_y and more to the left when its scared .
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