No sooner had Horror Stories hit the layout, when life began to suck once again. It all started on Friday. Ah, Friday, everyone's favorite day- except me. It's not much fun when you are stuck on campus with no one around. Everyone decided to go home for the weekend but me. So, after getting out of my horrendously boring and unbelievably long class, I decided that I was bored and lonely, so I was going to go out. My original plan was to head to Michael's, out on 23.
For those of you who don't drive, or just don't know the area, 23 is only a five to ten minute drive (I'm not sure what the actual time required is, but it's not much more than that). Well, it took me about three hours to get there.
Yes, I'm lousy with directions. And no, I really didn't know where exactly Michael's was. I thought I knew, so I headed out. Well, first I ended up on the wrong side of 46, heading towards my home. So I tried to make a U-turn, and ended up on some unidentified road. Somehow I missed the right turn off for 46; I couldn't remember which direction I was supposed to be going. I think I took every possibly wrong turn as far as U-turns go. I ended up at Willowbrook Mall, some cemetery in Totowa (not hard since there're quite a few of those there), a New Jersey Transit bus depot, and some road I can't identify that leads to New York. Let me tell you, getting lost in areas you can't identify sucks.
I did finally get to Michael's- but only because I missed the turn to head back to the school. On a better note, the fabric paints I wanted were on sale. On sale is a very good phrase. As Gallager once said, "Mothers don't even have to teach daughter's 'on sale'. It's in their goddamned DNA."
So Friday traumatized me, and I woke up Saturday (at like 1:30; I love weekends) with a killer headache. This does not make for a particularly good weekend, especially when you're bored. So I dragged myself out of my room and headed for breakfast, convinced that my head was going to fall off my shoulders, and wondering where my glasses had disappeared to. (I later found them in the car, where I had thrown them off in a fit of desperation while lost. Because of course abusing my glasses would help my get un-lost.)
At breakfast/lunch/whatever meal it was I ran into one of the guys I met in my history class last year. We ate breakfast together, and after some random conversation he invited me to watch Spaceballs with him. He drove the two of us to his room, since not even Spaceballs is worth walking to the apartments, and we indulged in some highly though-provoking conversation, including the worst movies of all time (Grease 2 and Speed 2 were on that list) and what the theme song to M*A*S*H was called (Suicide is Painless).
We then proceeded to watch the greatest movie ever produced. Well, at least one of them. And for the first time I found someone who watches movies like I do- we recited all the best parts, which in that movie is most of the parts.
By Sunday I was relatively healthy again (that is, my head wasn't threatening to blow into tiny pieces), and I was bored again. Really bored. We're talking clean the bathroom and copy chemistry formulas bored. I spent the day doing laundry, which fortunately didn't take a walk when I left it in the dryer for almost an hour and a half. Oops.
Monday was also awful. Once again, way too many classes in one time period. Eep. I am pleased to announce, however, that I am going to drop one of those. I can't believe that there's actually a class where the main goal is to memorize those cute little symbols that show up in dictionary pronunciation guides but don't really mean anything. You know, like that upside-down e. They claim it's important, but it’s just really not.
Tuesday wasn't bad actually, until we tried to go to our favorite toy store down by Shop Rite. Devastation- it no longer exists. Heartbroken, we returned to the dorm to stare at computer screens, talk on AIM, and otherwise 'do homework' until dinner and other activities interrupted.
So Wednesday came, and I woke up around noon with yet another headache. I think these things mutate, or multiply, or some other 'm' word. I looked at my syllabi, debating on the wisdom of staying in bed all day, and saw that we were supposed to be watching an important movie in one class. So I inhaled some aspirin, brushed my hair, and decided that pajamas were perfectly fine attire for classes.
So I reached my class, and the teacher announces that he didn't have the movie with him, so we'd watch it next week. So basically I got out of bed for no reason.
The headache stuck around all day, but that's okay because everyone else was sick too. One half of my first class, and just about everyone in the third one.
So life sucks again, and we're back to the status quo. So I hope you're all happy. Just think - this could be you.