weekend
Friday night
‘What time do you want to leave tomorrow morning?’
‘10’
‘’kay’
Saturday
Wake up, get dressed, and have a nice breakfast. After breakfast, finish packing, only forget one thing.
Pack up the car. ‘Champ stay inside’
‘Champ stay inside’
‘Champ stay- fine do what you want’ (He stays inside.)
Why couldn’t the windows be washed yesterday?
10:43- that’s 10… ish.
Drive for a while.
Cell phone rings. Car drama back home.
After a bunch of yelling and phone calls, car drama fixed, mostly.
Drive through northern Wisconsin.
Drive through northern Wisconsin.
Drive through northern Wisconsin.
JAYSUS
Drive through northern Wisconsin.
Enter Minnesota.
St. Paul- 11 miles.
St. Paul- 9 miles.
St. Paul- 7 Miles.
JAYSUS, let’s just get there!
Park in garage next to dorm.
Go up to room.
Room is a sauna.
Apparently my heater was fixed over break (yayz!), but is was fixed so it no longer knows ‘warm’, it only knows ‘Sahara at noon, in July.’ And that was the LOW setting, I’m sweating just thinking about the high setting.
Open window.
Get cart and get all my stuff inside.
Wait for elevator.
Wait for elevator.
Wait for elevator.
JAYSUS
Elevator comes.
Wait for doors to close.
Wait for doors to close.
Press ‘door close’ button. Doors move a centimeter.
Wait for doors to close.
BBUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!
Externally: Blank face. Internally: omg, OMG, O!M!G!, we’re going to fall two stories and this gimundous cart is going to crush my wee body.
Make it to fourth floor safely, unload cart.
Take cart downstairs via the stairs because we heard the demonic BBUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! come from below us.
Unpack, sweat off pounds.
Hey, something is different about the door. It no longer squeaks, or stays open by its own volition, and what’s that rattling noise? Oh, crap.
Change clothes and go out to dinner and then to a ghetto Cub Foods.
‘I would recommend not coming here at 2 am’
‘’kay’
Go back to dorm, do stuff.
Go to bed at 11:30 pm because I am such a party animal.
I am sleeping with the window open. The window is open. In January. In Minnesota. Does this strike anyone else as odd?
Saturday Night- Sunday morning
No covers.
(rattle)
Some covers.
(rattle)
All covers.
(rattle, rattle)
Close window some.
(rattle)
Hey, where did all the covers go?
(rattle)
Gather up covers and close window some, leaving a centimeter of screen open.
(rattle, rattle, RATTLE)
Shut UP!
Have strange dream involving a bathroom, annoying kids from orchestra, a quest for headache medicine, my violin teacher as a doctor, and Dumbledore. (… I don’t know)
Sunday
Wake up.
Ignore ‘fresh-baked soft pretzel lased with rum’ smell being emitted from shower.
Take massive chunk out of ankle with the razor.
Get ready and go to breakfast.
The Baker’s Square employees were working at a rate dangerously close to ‘continental drift’
Say good-bye to dad.
Buy textbooks.
Money spent on textbooks: around $479 (twitch, must.not.rant.)
Have an unbelievably KICK-ASS practice session.
Take a nice walk, wind causes hair to go from ‘cute’ to ‘small red-brown haystack’ in three minutes.
Help Stephanie re-arrange her room, nearly break arm in process.
Conor would kill me if I broke my arm.
Hello dorm salad bar, we meet again.
Watch ‘Long Way Round’ because Ewan Mcgregor is teh sex.
After 30 hours, room is FINALLY comfortable, close window.
Quote du Jour: 'When Chuck Norris plays Oregon Trail, his family does not die from cholera or dysentery, but rather, roundhouse kicks to the face. He also requires no wagon, since he carries the oxen, axels, and buffalo meat on his back. He always makes it to Oregon before you. '