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.
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