Trapped inside the pantry (Friday the 13th)

So since I’m trapped inside a walk in pantry for god knows how long, I thought I’d blog. And yeah, I haven’t blogged in a long time, but to be honest there hasn’t really even been much to blog about, and also I just can’t be bothered.

I was going to ask if I was weird to hide in the pantry when my mum came home unexpectedly with a guest while I was eating frozen bananas in the kitchen. Caught off guard. To the point, I guess it is weird, I didn’t want to tweet about it cos it’s too embarrassing so here I am, back on the blog. This isn’t the first time I’ve been trapped here either. I’m pretty sure it was exactly the same situation as well, where I was sitting carefree devouring food in the kitchen when I suddenly here the turning of the keys in the door, the rattling of the metal door frame and the quick creek of the wooden door with the clanging of the chain. As soon as I heard it, my mind was racing, do I take the risk and stay in the kitchen in my bright pink robe and see if maybe it’s just my mum, or make a dash for the pantry?

Well you know what I decided… I thought, I could take my embarrassing robe off, but I wasn’t wearing a bra. I wish the kitchen was closer to the stairs so I could make a dash for my room, which I spend most of my time anyway. Convenience.

But instead it’s on the far end, and so I had to take my frozen banana and run into the pantry.

Far out I can hear them talking about me, I knew this would happen. They’re like, oh I’m not even bothered to ask her to come with us (on holiday to China) anymore, she’s unhappy there and even the older one isn’t happy! Well oh my god, mum is seriously such a baby sometimes. One time when we were all in Melbourne she started crying because she didn’t want to go to yum cha or some shit like that. What the fuck.

Anyway, awks. She thinks I’m upstairs in my room or something but I’m not, I’m right here listening.

OH NO I NEED TO SNEEZE!!!! Quietly… Just sneezed three times. I think I’ve gone unnoticed.

What erks me is that even though if I were in my room it’s highly likely I wouldn’t be doing my philosophy assignment, but now I physically can’t even if I wanted to! This is frustrating. Usually it’s just my own procrastination that prevents (well I guess it’s just me that prevents me) from doing my work. But now it’s the fact that I’m stuck in the pantry with an empty bowl, my phone and a stool. There’s not even food in the pantry, not that I’d eat it anyway (I’m on a diet). There’s only hair dye, appliances and non-edible stuff.

Usually I’d be content surfing social media on my phone, not thinking it was that boring. But as soon as I closed the door on myself, I thought, “fuck, this is going to be boring”. And that it is.

Now I’m sniffling, trying to quietly, because of the sneeze. Far out, they’re just gossiping about shit. I don’t really even know what they’re talking about. Drink tea and go away already.

You may be wondering about the last time this happened to me. I feel like I’ve thought about that time, many a time. Just thinking how odd and weird it was. And now here I am again. Last time I don’t think I even had my phone. Even if I had, I think I had a Nokia or something with no fun things on it. At least now the possibilities are broader with the iPhone… Last time it was my soon-to-be or maybe already uncle who came over to talk to my mum. I ran inside the pantry, trapped, and luckily there was some sort of fold out garden chair, and I sat on that. When he left I revealed myself to my mum, that I had been sitting in the pantry. Quite lol. I won’t be doing that this time. Not really sure how I’ll make my exit this time.

I feel sick. I want her to leave. I want to go back to my room, which by the way, in an act of procrastination, I’ve moved around. It took me maybe half an hour to rearrange a few things, my bed is facing the door now which makes me feel unsettled because the last time my bed was like that I had the most turmoiltuous dreams.

Eugh, I just heard the word diet. Shut the fuck up stop talking about me. Now they’re whispering and talking about how I went to dinner on Tuesday. What the fuck, I think she thinks I have a boyfriend (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH THIS IS HILARIOUS!). Actually now I’m not sure if they are talking about me. Oh my god, I wish I wasn’t here. She says I’m not confident, oh my god… This is so fucking weird. Please… I’m DEFINITELY not revealing myself now! But now I don’t even know how to!! I hope they both just leave and go shopping.

Life…

I don’t know what they’re talking about again… So anyway, uni update, I got a credit for some film studies exercise but so sad, I was a mark off a distinction! I handed it in on time as well! But my philosophy assignment was due/is due at four but I’m going to incur (I think that’s the right word) the two mark penalty because I don’t even fucking know what the questions asking. I want to apply for special considerations but it’s too late…

Lol I think they’re talking about me being lazy about dinner. I don’t think I am! I make my own shit, kind of, especially now I’m on a diet. Fuck I just want them to leave!!! I’m tired and don’t want to deal with this shit.

Well what do you know, I guess this is my Friday the 13th unlucky luck. This is what I get for being a ‘sceptic’ about it. My friend was like, “Be careful guys! It’s Friday the 13th!” And I thought, “Heh, whatever.” Well look at me now. Feeling slightly vomity in the pantry with 20% battery and an assignment to do and having to hear crap said about me. At least I don’t have a stomach ache (which I have been having a lot recently). Hopefully I haven’t jinxed it.

Well, we’ll see how this plays out. Looking at this bright screen in the dark makes me feel a bit nauseas.

See you on the other side (I’m definitely not wooing),
Just Another Woo Girl

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One thought on “Trapped inside the pantry (Friday the 13th)

  1. WG, you’re so funny. I was trapped in my pantry once, but it was because my two teenage sons shut the door on me and took turns pushing against it so I couldn’t get out.
    I have four children, now all in their early to mid twenties. They take turns returning to the nest. I will be checking the pantry before I talk about any of them from now on.

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