Huh...Interesting

So the last couple of days have been pretty interesting. Well not so much I guess, but a couple of different things happened.

The first was that I actually won something. Strange enough, I didn't even enter to win, Donna entered me. The contest is called "From Geek to Chic" and is designed for those people who are fashioned challenged. You send in an incriminating photo and a short write-up about why that person should win. If you get picked as being needy, your entry is read over the local radio station and you win a $25.00 gift certificate to the local mall and a Body Shop gift pack. You also get entered to win a 2500.00 gift card for the same local mall and a consultation by 2 fashion gurus from some show on Slice TV, but you have to go the mall and be embarrassed in front of all interested shoppers. All in all it is a totally embarrassing experience, which is why Donna had no intentions of entering herself, and because I have very little shame I told her she could enter me.

Now I am not the snazziest dresser (nor the coolest, because what person uses the word "snazziest?") but I am by far not the worst either. But, I get $25.00 and the chance to make fun of someone who dresses worse than me. And if that person doesn't exist in Kingston, then I get $2500.00, so it seems to be a win-win situation. Little do they know that if I win the $2500.00, I will get Donna some stuff she wants, then I am planning on buying a big-ass TV. Definitely not what the style gurus are going to want me to buy, but whatever.

Later that day, actually the next day because it happened 30 minutes after midnight, the fire alarm went off at our apartment building. I learned that I am a product of my upbringing and career. We have fire drills at school all the time. What do you do? Look after the little people in your classroom, grab your valuables and a coat and go outside after locking your door. What did I do that night? Looked after the little person in the apartment (Donna is probably capable of looking after herself, but its been ingrained in my head), grabbed the valuables (keys, wallet, phone, xbox 360... just kidding) and locked the door. We take the stairs down only to find that there are actually very few people outside. My favourite was probably the two people on the very top floor of our building look outside and wondering what the commotion was. So dumb. Now I know that most of the time these things are nothing except a broken sensor or something, but really, do you want to take the chance, especially if you are on the 8th floor?

Pretty funny actually, and I have very little sympathy for someone who hears the fire alarm, then decides to put their earplugs in and go back to bed. Darwinism at its finest.