Ballin'...

Yes, this is just super-fantastic... Awesome.  Ballin'...

There are two balls coming up in the next two weekends.  One of them is the Awkward Ball, my HCSA Weekend program for this semester.  Huge budget, awesome DJ, lots of food, fantastic publicity...

The second (well, first if we go chronologically) is the Pink & Black Ball.  I've had a blast at it since freshman year.  It's a charity event--all ticket sales go to Susan G. Komen foundation, and it has great food, and lots of citrus punch, and everyone gets excited about it.  Even I'm excited about it, and it's a dance.  Whhhutwut.  So if this is so awesome, why did my first sentence here sound so sarcastic?

Well, it's been a few months since I've said anything on this blog about it, but the problem here... is Richard.  I've encountered him a few times on campus this year.  I walked into a building for class one day as he was walking in.  Very brief eye contact was made.  And then I made the decision to stop being so aggressively pissed at him.  Seeing any sign of him (such as his incredibly recognizable car) on campus made me want to... do things that involve crime, but I'm not saying what, because then if someone else does any of those things (he has a lot of enemies) I will be blamed.  Anywho... I decided to try to stop caring.  Which, admittedly, is a lot easier said than done, but I've calmed down a bit.

The other day, I got out of bed (on the Saturday after almost a set of Tues-Fri snow days) to find his car parked directly outside my window with only one car between his and mine.  Fuuuuuuck.  And then I made some irresponsible decisions that were effectively consequence-less, and then we hosted a party which included similar decisions, and was similarly consequence-less.  But yeah.  It kind of... it killed me that he could get so close and there wasn't shit I could do about it.  Well, not quite nothing.  We came up with some good ideas, like piling up the snow behind his vehicle so he couldn't get out.  But that would've taken a lot of work.  So instead I threw a single snowball.  Gasp.  I'm so violent.

He's going to be at Pink & Black Ball.

I don't want that to get to me the way it is, but... it's getting to me.  A lot.  And I'm worried about that night.  Hopefully roomies 4 and 6 will be able to talk enough sense into me that I won't get arrested for violent crimes at a public, charity event.  I feel like that sort of behavior would be considered bad PR.

But I'll try.




(There's another event on the same night as Pink & Black, by the way, but I'm saving the details on that one for the next blog post, which will probably be soon, since I'm actually planning it already.  But it's too optimistic for me to combine it with this same post.  Well... mostly optimistic.  It kind of goes back and forth. Long story, made for another day.)