8:45 pm - October 24, 2004
No worries...
Thursday was a lot of fun, here in good ol' 406. The four of us went shopping and bought decorations for the suite. Two big posters, 2 small posters, a bunch of corkboard, fabric to cover it with, and sticky letters. Oh, and window paint. Then I bought daiquiri mix...WITHOUT the rum, recall that I am only 19, and while I have been mistaken for being 21, I am not about to go buying alcohol for our room. Schiesse.
So that night, I went to church for one of the most awkward experiences of my life. It was me, Robert, and Ryan...and if I have mentioned this, which I don't think I have, Ryan and I are no longer talking...and we usually attempt to stay away from each other. So sitting with him and Robert for 2 hours was incredibly ridiculous. This whole situation is...whatever. I give up! I double quit. And that's some serious quitting.
Then, Jeannie, Kristen and I decorated...beginning at like, 11:30. That was fun. I made the daiquiri stuff with our illegal blender...I didn't know we weren't allowed to have blenders. Why not? I don't get that. It's not like I can REALLY hurt anything but myself with it. So Kristen attempted to kill the TV, but in all reality she made it better. Go Kristen! And then I managed to spill the remaining daiquiri mix all over the floor. It's not my fault the bottom of the blender thingy was broken, dangit! Oh well. We got some good decorating done. We tried to hang the trays and our Wet Floor sign on the wall, but they kept crashing to the floor. So they're in various places now. Fun times.
Friday, I went home. I was pissed, so I guess I was glad to go. I went home and we ordered pizza and watched The Day After Tomorrow and Mean Girls. The Day After Tomorrow was awesome! Jake Gyllenhall (sp?) rocked my socks...and the effects were pretty cool, as well. And we all know how I feel about Mean Girls...it's a crazily accurate depiction of what girls are really like. I did my Chemistry and read for religion and went to bed.
Saturday, I slept in, and then I got ready to go to the Macy's (my mom's side of the family) for family pictures for my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. So it was interesting. Of course, it was nasty here, so we were taking pictures inside. We are going to have to Photoshop Samantha into the pictures because she took them, but then we couldn't get the timer to work, so Andrew had to take some with her in them. It was funny while he was taking them. It made me miss all of the times, when he, Joe, Samantha, Casie, and me used to just sit together at dinner and make fun of everyone else. We're a loving, close-knit group of kids. Hehe. Joe was still ripping on everyone with me, which was much appreciated. I wanted to get out Grandpa's shotguns for the pictures, but no....
We took pictures around Grandpa's Model A, in the family room, in the spare room, outside under the trees when the rain broke...we took a lot of pictures. And of course, Brock kept running around and taking his shirt off...which was sooo annoying. Especially because I'm pretty sure he's gained weight, if that was possible. This kid needs to learn some serious etiquette. It's ridiculous.
Then I went home and proceeded to get sick for the evening. I spent most of it camped out on the couch watching football and baseball and THE BLUES BROTHERS! It was a good time other than running to the bathroom every 15 minutes for fear that I was going to vomit. Wonderful. I hate that feeling. And of course, I'm like Jerry Seinfeld (I think this is the correct analogy) in that I never throw up, so I should have just stayed on the couch.
Sunday (wait...that's today) I slept in because I wasn't sure if I would be well enough to get up in the morning. Then I helped put the pool cover on for the winter...always a fun job. I almost fell in, though. That made for an interesting time. I was leaning forward, trying to push the cover between the edge of the pool and the deck, and I lost my balance. Hypothermia, here we come! Would have been a good time, I'm sure. Unfortunately, I did catch my balance. My vestibular sense was on today...unlike usually. I watched the Colts lose, which sucked. Then I came back to U of I.
Robert had organized a treasure hunt for me within my room, which was actually very exciting. I wasn't very good at figuring out the clues though. Then I got unpacked, and we rushed off to CDFAC for the Mid-Semester choir concert to see my favorite choir kid, Peter Nichols! It was fun. The concert was great, and I got to sit with Robert and Eric, who kept me amused by telling me to be quiet and saying random numbers while I was filling out my LP credit form. He's a nice boy...I like him lots. I got to see Jean, which was nice. I miss her. Told her how I've kept up on some playing since I've been here. I'm going to start playing in Paul's room more often. I need to bring my music back here though! Grrr!
I should go. Jordan will call soon, and I will once again, forget all of my problems. Until 8:00 tomorrow morning...
No worries. Gotta keep telling myself that.
Love Always,
Alison
