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Oh you guys. I failed you. 11:11 was a total flop. I got to work at precisely 11 and then at 11:11 thought to myself, "Don't I need to be doing something right now." It wasn't until I was eating lunch scarfing down my avocado grilled cheese while walking on campus that I yelled "AHHH FREAK!" because I'd completely forgotten about it,( the yell was promptly followed by a dirty look from a googly eyed couple beside me). But then I remembered that there were two eleven elevens in one day! Ahhh such luck! There was hope! I vowed not to miss it. I crossed my heart even, it is true! So then during the second eleven eleven I was watching The Big Year and eating fistfulls of blueberry sour punch straws and simultaneously wondering how a movie about birds could be so dang interesting. It wasn't until one in the morning as I was falling asleep that it hit me that I'd missed it...AGAIN. I rolled over and woke Indie up to tell her the devastating news, "I missed the most triumphant day of my life Indie." to which she responded by halfway opening one of her eyes and snorting, only to fall back asleep again within the second. Obviously Indie felt my pain too. I missed it??? I missed it dang it!! Oh heartbroken am I. Will I ever have such an awe inspiring opportunity again? And also, what are Indie's dreams about? These are the things that haunt my mind.