Kookies

You know the other day when it was discovered that the reason i kept on having ants in my room was because of rat feces underneath my bed? Well that was when I misplaced my LBCC debit card (with my financial aid $ in it). Apparently, like always, mom tries to rearrange and organize my stuff every once in a blue moon.

(As a side note, she’s pretty much my maid. Yeah, I know. I’m a horrible person because I’ve gotten used to her picking up after my room every once a month.)

So yesterday I looked in my wallet and everything was in it. Twenties. California ID. LBCC ID. But my credit card was nowhere in sight. So, considering the chill nature that I am. I shrugged it off saying to myself it”ll pop up sooner or later instead of going wild crazy like normal people. Well, actually, that day was when my timer started ticking. It wasn’t until a few hours ago when I became normal insane.

First, I calmly started to search everywhere that was neat and organized. The books, binders, and folders that my mom stacked together for my first semester at college. The shelf where my mom stocked piled my Xbox videogames. The plastic bags filled with my high school papers. The cardboard boxes of stored treasure from my middle school years and earlier. And anywhere else that was seemingly orderly and clean.

Then I started to worry… If I couldn’t have found it yet, then it must mean that she didn’t noticed it when she was cleaning. What if its in the trash? What if I dropped it back at school? What if- but knowing these were far fetched scenarios, I calmed myself down and thought perhaps she did notice it and is purposely holding on to it to teach me a lesson. So I searched the exact same places I searched moments before. Nada. So I decided to go to where my mom was sleeping (the living room) and snooped around to see if she had hidden my card. After 2 minutes of searching (I’m a terrible searcher. I dont search. I just look and move on.) I went back to my room defeated. Thats when I started to lose it.

I had these frantic thoughts. These thoughts that were implausible yet sounded so valid at the same time. I started thrashing my bed. Unfolding the blanket. Ripping out the pillows from their cover sheets. Moving the bed. Going under the bed. Digging thru my dirty laundry. Digging thru the trash bin. Went to my sisters room adjacent to mine. Digging thru her trash bin. Going back to my room. Moving the bed again. Looking around the corners. Scruffled thru my 3 backpacks… 5 times in a row. Digged thru my laundry basket. The dirty clothes. The clean clothes.

Then I stopped a moment to remind myself of a quote from Albert Einstein,

“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

Conviced that myself had already gone mad. I went back to the binders where I searched one last time. I opened the binder. And instead of putting it back down, I shifted thru the pages. Peeked around each flaps and there it was…

MY FUCKING LBCC HIGHER ONE MASTERCARD!