Friday after I posted my blog: I was sitting at church, crying and making a salty, snotty mess out of myself when Mike Lombardo called me on the phone. Our conversation pretty much can be paraphrased into this:
Mike: What's wrong?
Me: *mumbles and cries and attempts to sound coherent and okay but is really scared, irritated, hungry, and whiny*
Mike: Get up. You're going to talk to me on the phone while you walk home and nobody is going to hurt you because you're going to be on the phone. That's how this works.
Me: But-but-but. *gets up, turns off the lights in the church, gathers things, and walks back to dorm while shaking and attempting not to cry again*
Mike: By the way, there will be a pizza at your dorm in 15 minutes. Just sign for it.
Me: Say whaaa?
Mike: Just make a video of you eating the whole thing and put it on the internet.
Me: Wow. Um. Okay. Thanks. Btw, you're the best thing since string cheese.
Mike: Word.
Saturday: I slept until 2:30 and then I had dinner with my future roommates Amanda and Alex at Panara, and then Amanda and I had a movie night in which we watched The Hangover, Prince of Persia, and Ella Enchanted. Not only do we have intensely high stamina when it comes to movie watching, but we both also know the entire dance at the end of Ella Enchanted. Next year is going to be super fun.
This movie night was also the reason that I didn't put up a blog yesterday. Eating Twix, drinking Arizona iced tea, and dancing with Amanda was somewhat distracting, and I didn't get back to my room until 2:46 AM.
Sunday: I had lunch with 6/8ths of my future housemates and then we played a few games of Uno and then I kicked all of their butts at Apples to Apples. Putting the Helen Keller card down for "Senseless" is probably the most hilarious thing that has ever happened to that game, but it also dictates that we were all horrible people for laughing as hard as we did. After the games I came back to my room, cleaned a little, straightened my hair, and went to church where I ate lots of beans and hugged Brooke and had to fight people for my "Ashley bed".
After church I ate my fill of bacon, but ended up biting my lip opening and creating quite a mess for myself to clean up because apparently my lip is a bleeder. However, pink lemonade helped ease the pain.
All-in-all, the weekend didn't turn out as horribly as it started.
Why today was awesome: I successfully french braided my own hair without even knowing how to french braid.
My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 5.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 7
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 15
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