It's been almost two weeks since I've gotten a hug.
Also, I'm sick of drunk people.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
If you're bothering to read this, I guess you deserve to be filled in
So, I'm kind of upset with my roommate and my suitemates. I'm just not sure how upset. When the event first happened, I was planning on requesting a room change. Now I'm just not sure.
Well, it was my roommate's b-day Thursday. Our suitemates came through the bathroom and left cupcakes on her bed. She went and thanked them, then later one of them poked her head in through the bathroom door and said I could come over to their room and hang out (Libby was still over there). I was on the phone with Akshatha at the time, but I said I'd come over shortly. I came through the hall door. I knocked. I heard a whole bunch of whispering, giggling, and scuffling, and then the sound of the bathroom door closing. One of the suitemates poked her head out, and they were both trying to look like they had settled down for the night.
"Oh, is the party over?" I asked.
They asked if I was looking for Libby. "I think she left, either she went back to your room or she just left."
"I heard the bathroom door."
"What are you talking about?"
"...Right, well, good night."
So I go back to my room, my roommate isn't there, but a few seconds later she pokes her head in from the bathroom and says "Were you looking for me?"
"No, not really." And she grabs her computer and goes back through the bathroom to their room.
And something about this series of events was just so... Middle school. And I thought I had gotten away from that when I left Scott Highlands. Or at least when I left Rosemount. I left my room without stopping to grab my shoes and didn't come back for two hours. When I came back, Libby explained that our suitemates had been drunk and they thought I would report them to the RA. She had tried to convince them that I'm not like that, but she played along anyway as they tried to hide the fact that even she was in there. If they didn't want me to hang out with them, that would be fine. That's what it's been like for the last two weeks. But to invite me over and then spurn me like that really hurt. And, yeah, they were drunk, but my roommate wasn't.
My roommate won't be around for the weekend, so I have some time to think about it. I guess I just expected that by getting out of the town, I wouldn't have to be around people who are so full of shit, especially in the place where I live.
I'll keep you updated on the situation.
EDIT: I originally had said "report them to the TA." That was supposed to say "RA," and I have changed that now.
Well, it was my roommate's b-day Thursday. Our suitemates came through the bathroom and left cupcakes on her bed. She went and thanked them, then later one of them poked her head in through the bathroom door and said I could come over to their room and hang out (Libby was still over there). I was on the phone with Akshatha at the time, but I said I'd come over shortly. I came through the hall door. I knocked. I heard a whole bunch of whispering, giggling, and scuffling, and then the sound of the bathroom door closing. One of the suitemates poked her head out, and they were both trying to look like they had settled down for the night.
"Oh, is the party over?" I asked.
They asked if I was looking for Libby. "I think she left, either she went back to your room or she just left."
"I heard the bathroom door."
"What are you talking about?"
"...Right, well, good night."
So I go back to my room, my roommate isn't there, but a few seconds later she pokes her head in from the bathroom and says "Were you looking for me?"
"No, not really." And she grabs her computer and goes back through the bathroom to their room.
And something about this series of events was just so... Middle school. And I thought I had gotten away from that when I left Scott Highlands. Or at least when I left Rosemount. I left my room without stopping to grab my shoes and didn't come back for two hours. When I came back, Libby explained that our suitemates had been drunk and they thought I would report them to the RA. She had tried to convince them that I'm not like that, but she played along anyway as they tried to hide the fact that even she was in there. If they didn't want me to hang out with them, that would be fine. That's what it's been like for the last two weeks. But to invite me over and then spurn me like that really hurt. And, yeah, they were drunk, but my roommate wasn't.
My roommate won't be around for the weekend, so I have some time to think about it. I guess I just expected that by getting out of the town, I wouldn't have to be around people who are so full of shit, especially in the place where I live.
I'll keep you updated on the situation.
EDIT: I originally had said "report them to the TA." That was supposed to say "RA," and I have changed that now.
Friday, August 29, 2008
High School Never Ends
A song by Bowling For Soup
I'm not usually one to post lyrics, but seriously... Say it ain't so.
4 Years you think for sure
That's all you've got to endure
All the (total dicks)
All the Stuck-up Chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then When you graduate,
Ya take a look around and you say "Hey Wait!"
This is the same as where I just came from,
I thought it was over, Aw that's just great.
Ch:
The Whole Damned World is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and (who's having sex)
Who‘s got the money. Who (gets the honeys)
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
I'm not usually one to post lyrics, but seriously... Say it ain't so.
Bad night...
What matters now is that Leonard Bernstein, a Grande Amaretto Italian Soda-no whip, and a bagel with cream cheese can help put things in perspective. I have an hour before I have to go to class, and I should study now.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
A bird shat on me.
Usually a bird crapping on someone's hair and chest would be an indicator of a bad day. But the bird poo was literally the worst of it.
The second worst was the weather. I guess it got up to about 98 today, and I was all the way across campus. Lots of walking. The rest of my day was brilliant, though!
I had my first chem lab today. Same old chem video that we watched in high school. "Don't let your modesty make your injuries worse!" And so the boy watches (with his head tilted slightly down) as the other boy tears off his clothes in the emergency shower. "Your teacher will get the other students out of the room." Except for your lab partner, apparently, who has to keep a CLOSE eye on you to make sure you're okay. So... yeah. The TA was out of the room and we MST'd the video. Well, the half of the room I was on did. And everyone seemed to enjoy my commentary (I was the most vocal), so I guess that means I wasn't just funny to me. Which is a first.
I've grown addicted to the Italian sodas at Starbucks. Well, I say at Starbucks, but I mean at the Bookmark Coffee Shop in the library, where they serve Starbucks. They are delicious and I will probably waste all my meal points there (but they don't take meal exchanges, so no harm done, really).
And finally, the part you've all been waiting for: my lovely night at the ice cream social. As I mentioned before, there were a whole lot of other people there. There were two other girls putting in their office hours at the time, and there were all the people coming to get ice cream. Well, obviously Richard was being nice to everyone. That's part of his job. And I get the feeling that he might be the kind of guy who flirts a little with everyone. Nonetheless, part of me (the optimistic, wishful, ridiculous part) felt like he was giving me a little bit of extra attention. That's what I get for being extremely enthusiastic. I should try doing that more often. Anyway, it turns out Richard is a bit of a bad-ass. He's pretty awesome, though. Apparently he gave a presentation to the school board when he was in 4th grade to get out of a suspension--he succeeded. He's also responsible, in large part, anyway, for the fact that we can use meal exchanges almost anywhere on campus, most of the day. So, yeah. I'm impressed. And I really enjoyed being in his company, which perhaps matters even more.
The second worst was the weather. I guess it got up to about 98 today, and I was all the way across campus. Lots of walking. The rest of my day was brilliant, though!
I had my first chem lab today. Same old chem video that we watched in high school. "Don't let your modesty make your injuries worse!" And so the boy watches (with his head tilted slightly down) as the other boy tears off his clothes in the emergency shower. "Your teacher will get the other students out of the room." Except for your lab partner, apparently, who has to keep a CLOSE eye on you to make sure you're okay. So... yeah. The TA was out of the room and we MST'd the video. Well, the half of the room I was on did. And everyone seemed to enjoy my commentary (I was the most vocal), so I guess that means I wasn't just funny to me. Which is a first.
I've grown addicted to the Italian sodas at Starbucks. Well, I say at Starbucks, but I mean at the Bookmark Coffee Shop in the library, where they serve Starbucks. They are delicious and I will probably waste all my meal points there (but they don't take meal exchanges, so no harm done, really).
And finally, the part you've all been waiting for: my lovely night at the ice cream social. As I mentioned before, there were a whole lot of other people there. There were two other girls putting in their office hours at the time, and there were all the people coming to get ice cream. Well, obviously Richard was being nice to everyone. That's part of his job. And I get the feeling that he might be the kind of guy who flirts a little with everyone. Nonetheless, part of me (the optimistic, wishful, ridiculous part) felt like he was giving me a little bit of extra attention. That's what I get for being extremely enthusiastic. I should try doing that more often. Anyway, it turns out Richard is a bit of a bad-ass. He's pretty awesome, though. Apparently he gave a presentation to the school board when he was in 4th grade to get out of a suspension--he succeeded. He's also responsible, in large part, anyway, for the fact that we can use meal exchanges almost anywhere on campus, most of the day. So, yeah. I'm impressed. And I really enjoyed being in his company, which perhaps matters even more.
Dangit!
Well, I'm stupid. What else is new?
I was obviously looking very forward to Thursday night, because I'm going to be opening and closing the RSA office and I'm going to be trained in and everything with the help of the insanely cute president. Well, it turns out tomorrow night is the ice cream social (that RSA is putting on) and therefore I don't think office hours are going to be the way they normally would. Sure, he'll be there most of the night, but it's certainly not one-on-one time. It'll be the whole group. There are probably about 20 of us. ...sigh...
On an unrelated note, I gave blood again today. They only had to stab me once, too! I have to say, I'm impressed by the work of the Oklahoma Blood Institute. Even though the name is more creepy-ominous than "American Red Cross." They missed the vein at first (it rolled out of the way), but someone else came over, got it in, and I filled up that blood bag in 15 minutes or less. I have to say, I'm impressed with myself.
Tomorrow: breakfast with Amy, dinner with Christie, ice cream social with Richard (and potentially hundreds of others). Sounds like a delicious day. Oh, and happy birthday to my roommate!
I was obviously looking very forward to Thursday night, because I'm going to be opening and closing the RSA office and I'm going to be trained in and everything with the help of the insanely cute president. Well, it turns out tomorrow night is the ice cream social (that RSA is putting on) and therefore I don't think office hours are going to be the way they normally would. Sure, he'll be there most of the night, but it's certainly not one-on-one time. It'll be the whole group. There are probably about 20 of us. ...sigh...
On an unrelated note, I gave blood again today. They only had to stab me once, too! I have to say, I'm impressed by the work of the Oklahoma Blood Institute. Even though the name is more creepy-ominous than "American Red Cross." They missed the vein at first (it rolled out of the way), but someone else came over, got it in, and I filled up that blood bag in 15 minutes or less. I have to say, I'm impressed with myself.
Tomorrow: breakfast with Amy, dinner with Christie, ice cream social with Richard (and potentially hundreds of others). Sounds like a delicious day. Oh, and happy birthday to my roommate!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Lonely
I recently saw on facebook that one of the people I met at Camp Crimson "can't make friends at OU." She was in my family group and she was going to be my band buddy until I decided not to do band. Part of me feels guilty about this. I know I shouldn't, but I do. So, obviously I'm going to try my hardest to get together with her, but it turns out that her only free time before 6:00 is from 1:20-2:30, which is exactly when I have Chem. No good. Maybe dinner after or maybe something Thursday. I guess I'll have to look into it.
In the meantime, I actually seem to be getting along pretty well. I've been hanging out with people most of the day. Well, after I got out of class at NOON anyway (the scheduled end of that class is 12:50, but our TA didn't have much to say). I got lunch, tried to play Guitar Hero, but the lag from the Wii and the fact that the blue key wasn't working stopped me after only a few songs. Then I took a 2.5 hour nap. Yay, naps. It was quite lovely (word of the month, by the way). At about 4:20, I was going to try to go to the National Weather Center for an OWL (Oklahoma Weather Lab) meeting with Amy, but my bike lock was stuck shut. We wasted half an hour trying to get that open and by the time we did, we would have missed the entire meeting if we had tried to bike there. Not happenin'. So instead we went to the bookstore, I picked up my books, and then we found the Starbucks up on Campus Corner. I applied for a job at Jimmy John's, but I guess they were looking mostly for drivers, so I guess that closes off that option.
Right now I am... avoiding studying... avoiding cleaning... and that's about it, I guess.
Enjoy your night!
EDIT: By the way, things with my roommate seem to be improving. We talk to each other every once in a while. Still nothing deep, but I guess that's alright. I feel bad, though, because her classes don't start until 11:30 MWF and 1:30 TR, whereas mine are 9:30 and 9.
SECOND EDIT: We did not find a "Caribou" on Campus Corner. We went to Starbucks. That was a mis-type. I have corrected that now.
In the meantime, I actually seem to be getting along pretty well. I've been hanging out with people most of the day. Well, after I got out of class at NOON anyway (the scheduled end of that class is 12:50, but our TA didn't have much to say). I got lunch, tried to play Guitar Hero, but the lag from the Wii and the fact that the blue key wasn't working stopped me after only a few songs. Then I took a 2.5 hour nap. Yay, naps. It was quite lovely (word of the month, by the way). At about 4:20, I was going to try to go to the National Weather Center for an OWL (Oklahoma Weather Lab) meeting with Amy, but my bike lock was stuck shut. We wasted half an hour trying to get that open and by the time we did, we would have missed the entire meeting if we had tried to bike there. Not happenin'. So instead we went to the bookstore, I picked up my books, and then we found the Starbucks up on Campus Corner. I applied for a job at Jimmy John's, but I guess they were looking mostly for drivers, so I guess that closes off that option.
Right now I am... avoiding studying... avoiding cleaning... and that's about it, I guess.
Enjoy your night!
EDIT: By the way, things with my roommate seem to be improving. We talk to each other every once in a while. Still nothing deep, but I guess that's alright. I feel bad, though, because her classes don't start until 11:30 MWF and 1:30 TR, whereas mine are 9:30 and 9.
SECOND EDIT: We did not find a "Caribou" on Campus Corner. We went to Starbucks. That was a mis-type. I have corrected that now.
Monday, August 25, 2008
First day of classes!
This morning classes started for me at 9:30. It's not a bad schedule. Actually, I think that's a good starting time for me, because if I didn't have classes at least this early, I'd never be able to force myself to wake up and get things done. So I went to German. Not surprisingly, the teacher spoke German for all but a few sentences in the class. I managed to follow, but just barely. I suspect I'm just out of practice from the summer. I had only a ten-minute passing time to get across campus to Catlett. I made it with the help of a sophomore in my German class who was also heading to that building (Derrick, a music major). Understanding Music was fine, but I'm pretty sure I zoned out a few times, which won't be good for that class. The teacher was pretty clear when he said that ANYTHING that came up in class would be fair game for exams. After that I had two hours for lunch before my next class. I wasted a little bit of time in my dorm, ate alone in the caf (note to self: bring a book next time), and went to CHEM lecture. Huge class, but that's no surprise. It'll take some getting used to, but it won't be as hard as I originally anticipated, I don't think. Once again I had a few hours to waste before Orientation to Professional Meteorology. I dawdled in the dorm and then went to catch the bus, which was actually a trolley. The class ran over time, so we all missed the bus, but there were enough people that someone offered to carpool and I made it back to the dorm.
Now on to the more exciting things. Slightly, anyhow. Last night there was a floor meeting. Our RA asked for volunteers to be the floor president(s) of RSA (Resident Student Association). I didn't really know much about it, but I raised my hand anyway. So, at 7 tonight I had a meeting to go to for that. I think I zoned out again. But I got the gist of it. RSA sets up a lot of social events, particularly those that take place in or around the dorms. Ice cream socials, a haunted house on Halloween, and we rent out movies and recreation equipment (pool cues, ping-pong paddles). Well, not only did I sign up for office hours (a requirement), but I also signed up to be an exec, which means I will be working in the RSA office in my dorm building from 7-11 every Thursday night. It also means that I might get a free trip to Arizona in November! And a trip to Arkansas, I guess. It also means that I will probably get to spend a fair amount of time with the extremely good-looking Adams RSA President, Richard. Nice. Yeah, but basically I get to sit in the office and play video games and watch movies (and maybe study) for a few hours a week. Not a bad deal. And it looks really good should I apply to be an RA next year.
That's all for now.
Now on to the more exciting things. Slightly, anyhow. Last night there was a floor meeting. Our RA asked for volunteers to be the floor president(s) of RSA (Resident Student Association). I didn't really know much about it, but I raised my hand anyway. So, at 7 tonight I had a meeting to go to for that. I think I zoned out again. But I got the gist of it. RSA sets up a lot of social events, particularly those that take place in or around the dorms. Ice cream socials, a haunted house on Halloween, and we rent out movies and recreation equipment (pool cues, ping-pong paddles). Well, not only did I sign up for office hours (a requirement), but I also signed up to be an exec, which means I will be working in the RSA office in my dorm building from 7-11 every Thursday night. It also means that I might get a free trip to Arizona in November! And a trip to Arkansas, I guess. It also means that I will probably get to spend a fair amount of time with the extremely good-looking Adams RSA President, Richard. Nice. Yeah, but basically I get to sit in the office and play video games and watch movies (and maybe study) for a few hours a week. Not a bad deal. And it looks really good should I apply to be an RA next year.
That's all for now.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Dorm Room Pics
Per my sister's request, I have pictures of my lovely, and messy, dorm room. I'm working on cleaning it up still...
I hope this one shows up as it gives the best idea of the layout. of the room. It was taken from the doorway. The desk in the picture is mine. My roommate's side of the room is off on the right. The program I'm using in this shot is Picasa2, from google. And the magnets covering the back of the desk are from Sam's Club. The open closet door is hers.
My bed. My Obama posters. The top drawers under the TV are mine. The bottom two are Libby's. Everything on the floor here is mine.
The door to our bathroom. A shirt drying on the closet door.
My bed again. It's covered in stuff from the day: text books, free stuff from the Involvement Fair earlier. And above it, my beloved Doctor Who and LOTR: ROTK posters. And, yes, there is a roll of toilet paper on the bed. It was free.
And that is the end of the tour. Be sure to check out our gift shop.
I hope this one shows up as it gives the best idea of the layout. of the room. It was taken from the doorway. The desk in the picture is mine. My roommate's side of the room is off on the right. The program I'm using in this shot is Picasa2, from google. And the magnets covering the back of the desk are from Sam's Club. The open closet door is hers.
My bed. My Obama posters. The top drawers under the TV are mine. The bottom two are Libby's. Everything on the floor here is mine.
The door to our bathroom. A shirt drying on the closet door.
My bed again. It's covered in stuff from the day: text books, free stuff from the Involvement Fair earlier. And above it, my beloved Doctor Who and LOTR: ROTK posters. And, yes, there is a roll of toilet paper on the bed. It was free.
And that is the end of the tour. Be sure to check out our gift shop.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
New friends! Hurrah!
New friend who likes Doctor Who, d20s, and free stuff as much as I do. Need I say more? Well, I suppose so, considering I promised a condom story.
Yesterday afternoon there was a "mandatory" picnic for all National Scholars. I had forgotten about it, but when I arrived half an hour late, I figured I would try to make the most of it. I saw a girl standing alone by a light pole, looking bored.
"Hi, I'm Sarah, and you look about as bored as I am," I said. She introduced herself as Kate, from CT, and we hung out and waited for the door prize winners to be drawn. I was drawn relatively early and won two weeks of free robotic exercises and two weeks of free tanning at Tan & Tone in OKC. So not only do I have no idea where it is, but also no idea what I won. Kate and I exchanged a few sarcastic remarks, and then she mentioned that she was thinking about leaving, because it didn't seem like the prizes were worth it anyway, and there was free stuff being handed out in the Walker/Adams Mall. Sure enough, she was the next name called, so she collected her gift certificate and we left to go collect free stuff.
Two laundry bags, a pound of free shampoo samples, 6 pens, a large navy t-shirt, and 2 plastic cups later, our bags were too full to continue carrying them around, so we split temporarily to go drop our crap off in our dorms. We met again and continued walking around the lawn.
Somewhere between the religious bookmarks and the local cable provider, we stopped at the table set up by Planned Parenthood of Central Oklahoma.
[time lapse]
After we picked up some free snow cones, we returned to my room to sort our loot (37 condoms, 3 things of flavored lube, and a latex dental dam, if you were wondering. And I'm pretty sure she had more than me). So we giggled, realizing that neither of us would probably ever use these things, other than to create a wall mural (oh, yes, it will happen).
Then she noticed my poster. My lovely poster that came with an issue of Doctor Who Magazine, a picture of David Tennant and Catherine Tate. And she stared at it with her mouth open and asked, "Where did you get that?" I explained and we bonded some more, because we were both thinking we were the only Doctor Who fans on campus.
I also found out that Kate is a geek, like me. She hasn't played WoW, but would given the opportunity. She hasn't played DnD, but also would, given the opportunity. I showed her my dice, she oohed and ahhed. And later we went to the free showing of Ironman at the Union.
Yay! Sarah has a buddy!
Yesterday afternoon there was a "mandatory" picnic for all National Scholars. I had forgotten about it, but when I arrived half an hour late, I figured I would try to make the most of it. I saw a girl standing alone by a light pole, looking bored.
"Hi, I'm Sarah, and you look about as bored as I am," I said. She introduced herself as Kate, from CT, and we hung out and waited for the door prize winners to be drawn. I was drawn relatively early and won two weeks of free robotic exercises and two weeks of free tanning at Tan & Tone in OKC. So not only do I have no idea where it is, but also no idea what I won. Kate and I exchanged a few sarcastic remarks, and then she mentioned that she was thinking about leaving, because it didn't seem like the prizes were worth it anyway, and there was free stuff being handed out in the Walker/Adams Mall. Sure enough, she was the next name called, so she collected her gift certificate and we left to go collect free stuff.
Two laundry bags, a pound of free shampoo samples, 6 pens, a large navy t-shirt, and 2 plastic cups later, our bags were too full to continue carrying them around, so we split temporarily to go drop our crap off in our dorms. We met again and continued walking around the lawn.
Somewhere between the religious bookmarks and the local cable provider, we stopped at the table set up by Planned Parenthood of Central Oklahoma.
[time lapse]
After we picked up some free snow cones, we returned to my room to sort our loot (37 condoms, 3 things of flavored lube, and a latex dental dam, if you were wondering. And I'm pretty sure she had more than me). So we giggled, realizing that neither of us would probably ever use these things, other than to create a wall mural (oh, yes, it will happen).
Then she noticed my poster. My lovely poster that came with an issue of Doctor Who Magazine, a picture of David Tennant and Catherine Tate. And she stared at it with her mouth open and asked, "Where did you get that?" I explained and we bonded some more, because we were both thinking we were the only Doctor Who fans on campus.
I also found out that Kate is a geek, like me. She hasn't played WoW, but would given the opportunity. She hasn't played DnD, but also would, given the opportunity. I showed her my dice, she oohed and ahhed. And later we went to the free showing of Ironman at the Union.
Yay! Sarah has a buddy!
Friday, August 22, 2008
I'm not stupid.
But apparently I'm invisible. I suppose that's what I get for setting up my desk the way I did. I suspect that from the door I cannot be seen at all. My head leans against the bookshelf, which is stacked with books. Therefore when somebody asks my roommate, "How's your...?" in that tone of voice, I can guess what she means when my roommate responds, "..." (even though I couldn't actually see her gestures, I'd bet they were there) and the girl she was talking to says "Ohhh..."
New blog! Welcome!
I've been in OK for four days now. Move-in was Monday for me, but regular move-in was scheduled for today (well, yesterday, technically). The first few days, admittedly, were rather lonely. I'm refraining from the word "homesick" here intentionally. It's not homesickness. I haven't had serious problems with missing my family or anything like that. I've just missed having people I know to talk to. Loneliness. However, with more people on campus, this problem is resolving itself.
Today I made a lovely friend across the hall. She's quite nice. We have a lot in common. Actually, we basically introduced ourselves because we were, coincidentally, wearing the same t-shirt (the black Blue Man Group shirt where all you can see are the faces and hands). So Shannon (for that is her name) and I got to talking. She said she's from Texas, also on the quiet side, also on the good girl side, apparently. Like me, she feels that there are too many exciting options to choose just one major (she is, therefore, undeclared). As it turns out, she used to work at a Papa Murphy's too, but hers didn't suck quite as much as mine (if I haven't told you the story about how I might not have a job to come back to and you're interested, call and I'll explain). So Shannon and I took a quick adventure across campus to the Camp Crimson reunion. Then we left. Then we went back to Dale Hall for a movie, but decided there weren't enough people there for it to be worthwhile. So we came back to the dorm, chillaxed for a bit. She called up the older sister of a friend, who she also happens to be friends with, and we were both invited over to this older sister's off-campus apartment.
At this point, it is somewhat relevant to say that my parents added text-messaging to my cell phone plan, so I can now send/receive a total of 200 messages a month. Yay!
So then I get a text from Amy, my OU buddy from Lakeville. Amy and I have a fair amount in common, but she's a little more of a partier than me. Anyway, she invited me to go with her and some friends to a party at the [unnamed, because I won't be a rat, even though I probably should] House. Okay, whatever. Part of the reason I'm here is to try new things, as cliche as that sounds.
So I meet her by her dorm at about 11. She introduces me to her suitemate Shakara (or something--sorry I'm so bad with names), Shakara's boy friend Arsenio (I think), R.J., and Ryan. Amy is apparently carrying bottles for the rest of them in her ginormous purse. You can guess as well as I what was in them. Whatever.
We almost get lost on the way to the party. Actually, I think we do. But we find our way out of the lost place, and we eventually come to the house we're looking for. Very party-ish looking.
At this point I'm sure you're all in awe. Sarah, at a frat party?! You've got to be kidding! Or maybe, Sarah, at a frat party?! Oh, no! either way... I go into the house. Someone asks us, about 20 feet inside the door where we heard about the party. He had a kind of worried look on his face, but he let us through, so I paid him no mind. Farther into the house, it's exactly what you or I would expect. Beer, young lovers, more beer. We reach a courtyard in the center of the house, and I realize the group is turning around. Well, I'm definitely a follower in this situation, so it turns out we're being escorted out of the house. And when I say we, I don't mean Amy, Ryan, RJ, or myself. I mean Arsenio and Shakara. The two black people. And it was so blatant, it couldn't have been for any other reason. No one had said anything to anyone. We were seriously just walking around. Fine. We'll make our own party. Or not. Well, I get the impression that everyone else did, but I'd definitely exceeded my social quota for the night, so I headed back to the dorm, because I don't feel like getting drunk tonight.
Today I made a lovely friend across the hall. She's quite nice. We have a lot in common. Actually, we basically introduced ourselves because we were, coincidentally, wearing the same t-shirt (the black Blue Man Group shirt where all you can see are the faces and hands). So Shannon (for that is her name) and I got to talking. She said she's from Texas, also on the quiet side, also on the good girl side, apparently. Like me, she feels that there are too many exciting options to choose just one major (she is, therefore, undeclared). As it turns out, she used to work at a Papa Murphy's too, but hers didn't suck quite as much as mine (if I haven't told you the story about how I might not have a job to come back to and you're interested, call and I'll explain). So Shannon and I took a quick adventure across campus to the Camp Crimson reunion. Then we left. Then we went back to Dale Hall for a movie, but decided there weren't enough people there for it to be worthwhile. So we came back to the dorm, chillaxed for a bit. She called up the older sister of a friend, who she also happens to be friends with, and we were both invited over to this older sister's off-campus apartment.
At this point, it is somewhat relevant to say that my parents added text-messaging to my cell phone plan, so I can now send/receive a total of 200 messages a month. Yay!
So then I get a text from Amy, my OU buddy from Lakeville. Amy and I have a fair amount in common, but she's a little more of a partier than me. Anyway, she invited me to go with her and some friends to a party at the [unnamed, because I won't be a rat, even though I probably should] House. Okay, whatever. Part of the reason I'm here is to try new things, as cliche as that sounds.
So I meet her by her dorm at about 11. She introduces me to her suitemate Shakara (or something--sorry I'm so bad with names), Shakara's boy friend Arsenio (I think), R.J., and Ryan. Amy is apparently carrying bottles for the rest of them in her ginormous purse. You can guess as well as I what was in them. Whatever.
We almost get lost on the way to the party. Actually, I think we do. But we find our way out of the lost place, and we eventually come to the house we're looking for. Very party-ish looking.
At this point I'm sure you're all in awe. Sarah, at a frat party?! You've got to be kidding! Or maybe, Sarah, at a frat party?! Oh, no! either way... I go into the house. Someone asks us, about 20 feet inside the door where we heard about the party. He had a kind of worried look on his face, but he let us through, so I paid him no mind. Farther into the house, it's exactly what you or I would expect. Beer, young lovers, more beer. We reach a courtyard in the center of the house, and I realize the group is turning around. Well, I'm definitely a follower in this situation, so it turns out we're being escorted out of the house. And when I say we, I don't mean Amy, Ryan, RJ, or myself. I mean Arsenio and Shakara. The two black people. And it was so blatant, it couldn't have been for any other reason. No one had said anything to anyone. We were seriously just walking around. Fine. We'll make our own party. Or not. Well, I get the impression that everyone else did, but I'd definitely exceeded my social quota for the night, so I headed back to the dorm, because I don't feel like getting drunk tonight.
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