Spring Break!

Well, counting down the hours until Spring Break!

Well, immediately, more like counting down the hours until other people start their Spring Breaks. I have my last class at 1:00 (chillin' until then, lol . . . ), and then I'm done at 2:00. Patricia leaves immediately after her last class, Keith and Lisa leave for their flights (together-- unless Keith is crazy and tries to fly out early like he said he might, but, as one might note, further on, he is pretty crazy today . . . ) around 4:00 or so, and Henry rather soon after that. I get to spend the night alone (well, Carol will be here-- maybe I will finally get around to showing her and Owen our Bond video, lol-- Owen needs to see the documented proof of his lack of baby-daddy-ness! Lol . . . ), and then I have to wake up early (leave the dorm about 9:00 am) to catch my 11:00 am flight to Cincinatti. Then it's an hour-and-fifteen-minute-long flight, an hour or so layover in Cincinnatti, and then an hour-or-a-little-bit-less-or-so flight to South Bend, a half-hour drive, and then I'm home.

I'm more excited than I initially was for Spring Break since I realized more people have the same Spring Break with me than I thought. This is very nice ^_^

I'd been done with all of my work as of 1:30, or so, yesterday, and things have been wonderful and I've been in a jovial mood since then (damn Annotated Bibliography, lol . . . ). We had an Improv show (really short notice) and everyone came-- Lisa, Keith, Henry, and Patricia-- which was awesome ^_^ even though they made up about half of the audience themselves, lol . . . The show went pretty well, I think, too, regardless of the size of our audience. It was nice to have a casual, low-key venue; I almost feel that makes things more comfortable and therefore more fun.

After that, Lisa, who was also finished with her work, and I watched The Breakfast Club. I really do like that movie a lot-- and, being the geek I am, I can't help thinking about all the social scientific contexts in it as I watch it (it really makes comments on an awful lot, from the obvious high school roles to gender roles, stereotypes, and expectations, to in-group, out-group, to authority and the authoratated's perception of the authority-- yeah, I'm such a geek). It manages to be really deep while still being very entertaining, and its beauty is in its frankness (you're just engrossed, because you see yourself in one if not many-- I can relate to "the brain," "the basketcase," and even "the princess" at times-- of their situations) and its relatability. Ahh, social commentary and the eloquence of frank human observation . . .

So Lisa and I enjoyed that, and then while she went to pack (I plan to do that tonight, when I have all the lonely time in the world, lol . . . ), I went and watched Keith play the gangsta-style Grand Theft Auto (a "shoot 'em up; kill em!" game, as Lisa calls it, lol . . . ) while eating some of this really good chocolate sorbet stuff that I didn't allow myself to finish because that would have been bad, lol . . .

Then we traipsed over to Patricia's room with the intention of saying goodbye, since none of us would see her the next day before her time to leave, but we all ended up chatting for the longest time (ahh, like old times! We haven't done that in so long, and how I've missed it!), and, finally, Patricia (the queen of spontaneity-- what would we do with out you, Patricia? Lol . . . ) suggests we all just spend the night. I say if everyone else is doing it, I'm game, as long as I can share a bed with someone or drag my mattress in.

So after I go back to my room and take a shower and get ready, we prepare our little goodbye sleepover. Henry apparently thought we were kidding and laughed when Keith actually went back to Lisa and Patricia's room with his pillow-- but then he followed right after, himself (though we had already shut the inner door by then, assuming he wasn't coming since Keith had informed us of his scoff, and so we did not hear him knock )-:). Yet Keith settled in on the floor with just his pillow and my Orchestra blanket (the "E" was in his face all night, apparently, lol . . . )-- I couldn't do it, but he was quite comfortable, apparently-- and I took the wall side of Lisa's bed. We stayed up until about 2:30 am chatting, in sort of old-school sleepover fashion, about fears and love lives and stuff. Then we all went to sleep, with alarms set for 6:45 for Keith to wake up to shower and prepare for in time for his 8:00 Writing I class.

I didn't really sleep that well, of course, but it was okay. It was a nice atmosphere, really, to just sit and listen to everybody around. The windows were open, I could hear the campus outside (a lot of people without Friday classes getting drunk to celebrate their first night of Spring Break, lol . . . as well as soothing wind and cars and some far-off, distant sirens which are oddly comforting when they're not nearby, interestingly . . . ). Lisa's elbow was poking me in the ribs for most of the night, but I figured I might as well not move her, since she was clearly sleeping and it wouldn't improve things much for me, anyway, lol . . . I would have only gotten four hours of sleep anyway. I was asleep, however, I think, when Keith's alarm went off; I woke just in time to hear the second alarm go off, and Keith was sitting up and all that jazz. Luckily, he wasn't afflicted with his scary chain-saw-murderer voice he usually has in the morning, so Patricia wasn't too freaked out to hug him goodbye (or insist he go to class when he had second thoughts at 6:45 am, lol . . . ).

I left when Keith did, however, to return to my own bed to get a two hours' worth of sleep that was more quality than the four I had spent in Lisa and Patricia's room. I would think I would be really tired today, but I'm not; I'm quite perky, actually. Keith is ridiculously perky; at lunch he was absolutely nuts, breaking his fork and destroying the cartons his food came in and mixing the salt and the pepper (and Henry joined in and made one of those elementary-school-style random-mixture soups, which he actually took a sip of, too; it sort of made me want to vomit, lol . . . ). It was like eating with a a group of third graders (like Monkey Boy *shudder* only not evil and out to traumatize me, lol . . . ), but it was fun. I like it when people are as energized as I usually am. It's probably not the amount of sleep, or anything, though; it was just the excitement of leaving for Spring Break (Keith, you don't get nearly as excited when you come back, do you? Lol . . . ).

After class, I'm going to go harrass my friends for the last few hours they're here, then go pack up and get to bed early in preparation to go home. It'll be a long day of travelling tomorrow (nearly the whole day, actually-- until about 4:00/5:00), but I think I'm going to go see the Central musical. That should be exciting. I hope I can see some people that I know! To everyone who will be home with me at the same time (even if just for the last weekend, *cough*Jessica*cough*): Get ahold of me; though I want to get some work done on this ridiculous research paper, I'd really like to hang out more often than not, lol . . .

Spring Break!

Well, counting down the hours until Spring Break!

Well, immediately, more like counting down the hours until other people start their Spring Breaks. I have my last class at 1:00 (chillin' until then, lol . . . ), and then I'm done at 2:00. Patricia leaves immediately after her last class, Keith and Lisa leave for their flights (together-- unless Keith is crazy and tries to fly out early like he said he might, but, as one might note, further on, he is pretty crazy today . . . ) around 4:00 or so, and Henry rather soon after that. I get to spend the night alone (well, Carol will be here-- maybe I will finally get around to showing her and Owen our Bond video, lol-- Owen needs to see the documented proof of his lack of baby-daddy-ness! Lol . . . ), and then I have to wake up early (leave the dorm about 9:00 am) to catch my 11:00 am flight to Cincinatti. Then it's an hour-and-fifteen-minute-long flight, an hour or so layover in Cincinnatti, and then an hour-or-a-little-bit-less-or-so flight to South Bend, a half-hour drive, and then I'm home.

I'm more excited than I initially was for Spring Break since I realized more people have the same Spring Break with me than I thought. This is very nice ^_^

I'd been done with all of my work as of 1:30, or so, yesterday, and things have been wonderful and I've been in a jovial mood since then (damn Annotated Bibliography, lol . . . ). We had an Improv show (really short notice) and everyone came-- Lisa, Keith, Henry, and Patricia-- which was awesome ^_^ even though they made up about half of the audience themselves, lol . . . The show went pretty well, I think, too, regardless of the size of our audience. It was nice to have a casual, low-key venue; I almost feel that makes things more comfortable and therefore more fun.

After that, Lisa, who was also finished with her work, and I watched The Breakfast Club. I really do like that movie a lot-- and, being the geek I am, I can't help thinking about all the social scientific contexts in it as I watch it (it really makes comments on an awful lot, from the obvious high school roles to gender roles, stereotypes, and expectations, to in-group, out-group, to authority and the authoratated's perception of the authority-- yeah, I'm such a geek). It manages to be really deep while still being very entertaining, and its beauty is in its frankness (you're just engrossed, because you see yourself in one if not many-- I can relate to "the brain," "the basketcase," and even "the princess" at times-- of their situations) and its relatability. Ahh, social commentary and the eloquence of frank human observation . . .

So Lisa and I enjoyed that, and then while she went to pack (I plan to do that tonight, when I have all the lonely time in the world, lol . . . ), I went and watched Keith play the gangsta-style Grand Theft Auto (a "shoot 'em up; kill em!" game, as Lisa calls it, lol . . . ) while eating some of this really good chocolate sorbet stuff that I didn't allow myself to finish because that would have been bad, lol . . .

Then we traipsed over to Patricia's room with the intention of saying goodbye, since none of us would see her the next day before her time to leave, but we all ended up chatting for the longest time (ahh, like old times! We haven't done that in so long, and how I've missed it!), and, finally, Patricia (the queen of spontaneity-- what would we do with out you, Patricia? Lol . . . ) suggests we all just spend the night. I say if everyone else is doing it, I'm game, as long as I can share a bed with someone or drag my mattress in.

So after I go back to my room and take a shower and get ready, we prepare our little goodbye sleepover. Henry apparently thought we were kidding and laughed when Keith actually went back to Lisa and Patricia's room with his pillow-- but then he followed right after, himself (though we had already shut the inner door by then, assuming he wasn't coming since Keith had informed us of his scoff, and so we did not hear him knock )-:). Yet Keith settled in on the floor with just his pillow and my Orchestra blanket (the "E" was in his face all night, apparently, lol . . . )-- I couldn't do it, but he was quite comfortable, apparently-- and I took the wall side of Lisa's bed. We stayed up until about 2:30 am chatting, in sort of old-school sleepover fashion, about fears and love lives and stuff. Then we all went to sleep, with alarms set for 6:45 for Keith to wake up to shower and prepare for in time for his 8:00 Writing I class.

I didn't really sleep that well, of course, but it was okay. It was a nice atmosphere, really, to just sit and listen to everybody around. The windows were open, I could hear the campus outside (a lot of people without Friday classes getting drunk to celebrate their first night of Spring Break, lol . . . as well as soothing wind and cars and some far-off, distant sirens which are oddly comforting when they're not nearby, interestingly . . . ). Lisa's elbow was poking me in the ribs for most of the night, but I figured I might as well not move her, since she was clearly sleeping and it wouldn't improve things much for me, anyway, lol . . . I would have only gotten four hours of sleep anyway. I was asleep, however, I think, when Keith's alarm went off; I woke just in time to hear the second alarm go off, and Keith was sitting up and all that jazz. Luckily, he wasn't afflicted with his scary chain-saw-murderer voice he usually has in the morning, so Patricia wasn't too freaked out to hug him goodbye (or insist he go to class when he had second thoughts at 6:45 am, lol . . . ).

I left when Keith did, however, to return to my own bed to get a two hours' worth of sleep that was more quality than the four I had spent in Lisa and Patricia's room. I would think I would be really tired today, but I'm not; I'm quite perky, actually. Keith is ridiculously perky; at lunch he was absolutely nuts, breaking his fork and destroying the cartons his food came in and mixing the salt and the pepper (and Henry joined in and made one of those elementary-school-style random-mixture soups, which he actually took a sip of, too; it sort of made me want to vomit, lol . . . ). It was like eating with a a group of third graders (like Monkey Boy *shudder* only not evil and out to traumatize me, lol . . . ), but it was fun. I like it when people are as energized as I usually am. It's probably not the amount of sleep, or anything, though; it was just the excitement of leaving for Spring Break (Keith, you don't get nearly as excited when you come back, do you? Lol . . . ).

After class, I'm going to go harrass my friends for the last few hours they're here, then go pack up and get to bed early in preparation to go home. It'll be a long day of travelling tomorrow (nearly the whole day, actually-- until about 4:00/5:00), but I think I'm going to go see the Central musical. That should be exciting. I hope I can see some people that I know! To everyone who will be home with me at the same time (even if just for the last weekend, *cough*Jessica*cough*): Get ahold of me; though I want to get some work done on this ridiculous research paper, I'd really like to hang out more often than not, lol . . .

The First Day of Spring

My day as of I last posted:

1:00 Went to Writing I class.
1:45 Let out early out of Writing I class, walked back to Danforth with Rebecca, the sophmore in my Writing I class who lives in Shepley, passing Patricia on the way who was (rather incoherently; I'm sorry, Patricia, you really very much confused me then) upset about having left something back in the dorm and whether Lisa was there.
2:00 Arrived back at the dorm, knocked on Lisa's door, she wasn't there, went over to Keith's room, watched Henry play "Devil May Cry" or some gothic-y video game, and then Keith play gangsta-version Grand Theft Auto. After a little while, Lisa came in, and we all crowded around on Keith's bed to watch (and I think we got most of the Guacamole Chip crumbs off the covers O.o sorry Keith), because, well, we had nothing better to do ^_^ ahh, Spring Break . . . It was nice, though, with the windows open and just sitting with everyone (yeah, I'm so sentimental; I feel like I'm going to go after break and die and never come back or something, lol, the way that I act, and everything . . . lol . . . ).
3:00 Lisa left to go get David, and also to call a taxi for she and Keith to share. There was some minor freak-out-age about whether Wendy was driving them or not, and it turned out "no," rather at the last minute, lol . . .
4:00 I discover that my early-ass flight is before the shuttle service even runs from WashU. Hence, I must get a cab, and pay $35 to get to the airport. If I had flown out tonight, I would have been able to bypass that, taking the shuttle and the Metrolink (yeah, only $1.75, lol . . . ). So, yeah . . . that sort of pisses me off. I hate using phones, too; now I have to call the cab service early in the morning and be all freaked out about that. Thanks, world.
4:30 I go back to my room to print out my e-ticket and all of that, and then Keith and Lisa have to leave. David and I escort them out to their cab.
5:00 (well, before, but I like doing it on the hour or the half-hour, lol . . . ) David and walk back to my room randomly, because we have nothing better to do, now. We watch the Spore demo (OMG AWESOME-LOOKING GAME-- I swear, Christian fundamentalists are going to burn it, but YOU ARE GOD in this game, to the most massive extent . . . AND it's got evolution, lol . . . but it is like the game to end all games; it is ridiculous!!!), and I show him our Bond video (yeah, so much better, lol :-P), and then, when Henry came over to say goodbye, the Some Consequence Yet Hanging in the Stars video because I was that bored and because Henry hadn't seen it yet and I had to expose everyone to it, lol . . . Then I bid Henry farewell (and he was probably glad, lol . . . ).
6:00 David went back to check out what his suitemates were doing for dinner/the evening and all that. I have to figure out my own dinner, I think, now, lol . . .

I now have 17 hours left until I am on my own plane out of here.

The First Day of Spring

My day as of I last posted:

1:00 Went to Writing I class.
1:45 Let out early out of Writing I class, walked back to Danforth with Rebecca, the sophmore in my Writing I class who lives in Shepley, passing Patricia on the way who was (rather incoherently; I'm sorry, Patricia, you really very much confused me then) upset about having left something back in the dorm and whether Lisa was there.
2:00 Arrived back at the dorm, knocked on Lisa's door, she wasn't there, went over to Keith's room, watched Henry play "Devil May Cry" or some gothic-y video game, and then Keith play gangsta-version Grand Theft Auto. After a little while, Lisa came in, and we all crowded around on Keith's bed to watch (and I think we got most of the Guacamole Chip crumbs off the covers O.o sorry Keith), because, well, we had nothing better to do ^_^ ahh, Spring Break . . . It was nice, though, with the windows open and just sitting with everyone (yeah, I'm so sentimental; I feel like I'm going to go after break and die and never come back or something, lol, the way that I act, and everything . . . lol . . . ).
3:00 Lisa left to go get David, and also to call a taxi for she and Keith to share. There was some minor freak-out-age about whether Wendy was driving them or not, and it turned out "no," rather at the last minute, lol . . .
4:00 I discover that my early-ass flight is before the shuttle service even runs from WashU. Hence, I must get a cab, and pay $35 to get to the airport. If I had flown out tonight, I would have been able to bypass that, taking the shuttle and the Metrolink (yeah, only $1.75, lol . . . ). So, yeah . . . that sort of pisses me off. I hate using phones, too; now I have to call the cab service early in the morning and be all freaked out about that. Thanks, world.
4:30 I go back to my room to print out my e-ticket and all of that, and then Keith and Lisa have to leave. David and I escort them out to their cab.
5:00 (well, before, but I like doing it on the hour or the half-hour, lol . . . ) David and walk back to my room randomly, because we have nothing better to do, now. We watch the Spore demo (OMG AWESOME-LOOKING GAME-- I swear, Christian fundamentalists are going to burn it, but YOU ARE GOD in this game, to the most massive extent . . . AND it's got evolution, lol . . . but it is like the game to end all games; it is ridiculous!!!), and I show him our Bond video (yeah, so much better, lol :-P), and then, when Henry came over to say goodbye, the Some Consequence Yet Hanging in the Stars video because I was that bored and because Henry hadn't seen it yet and I had to expose everyone to it, lol . . . Then I bid Henry farewell (and he was probably glad, lol . . . ).
6:00 David went back to check out what his suitemates were doing for dinner/the evening and all that. I have to figure out my own dinner, I think, now, lol . . .

I now have 17 hours left until I am on my own plane out of here.