10:08pm:
Yes, I’m in my room blogging before room curfew when I should be working, so sue me. At least tonight I’ll actually be awake and coherent enough to write a good blog. Well, hopefully. Depends on your definition of “good”. Also, I’ve noticed that the more blogs I’ve written, the more profanity I’ve used. I’m so fucking sorry about that. And if you get the Jumanji reference in this blog, I love you forever.
Tonight was definitely eventful, but I’ll get to that. This morning was typical: I woke up at 8:45, went to breakfast in my pajamas (I’m such a bum these days) and went to class at 10. We already have another Macro test coming up, which means more online quizzes to take and more studying to do. Plus, since I skipped Friday I’m already behind, which means I’ll have to take extra time studying for this one. I’m determined to not take a final this session though. Both of my classes have optional finals that replace your lowest test grade, so if I can keep an A in both by the end of the semester, I’ll be able to just chill and not go to class on the last day. That would be so wonderful.
We got out of class twenty minutes early, which happens pretty often since our teacher is a graduate student, but it was pouring rain outside. And I was completely unprepared for that. College student probs. But hey, a little rain never hurt anyone, (yeah, but a lot can kill you) so I gave somewhere around zero fucks and just walked through it to the Union, where Elizabeth, Walter, and Nadia were working on their “Nut Grafs”. Seriously, what the hell is a nut graf? Like, they didn’t even know what it was until I googled it for them. And they were supposed to be writing them. What is journalism.
By then it had stopped raining, so we took a leisurely stroll back to the RC and ate our shitty dorm food lunch. The food really isn’t that awful, but partially I’ve just been eating it for six weeks at this point and partially I just like complaining. After lunch, Elizabeth and I went to the music building until I had to go to class at 2. We had our first test, which I didn’t even look over my notes for and I’m pretty sure it still went well. It was one of those things where “don’t worry, I’ll find time to study it later” turns into “oh, class starts in fifteen minutes. whoops.” But eh, I absorb that programming stuff like no other subject I’ve ever studied. It’s actually quite fun. We also got assigned our second project today, so I’ll be working on that over the next three days as well.
I finished the test and left around 2:30, so I just hung out in the Starbucks in the library until around 5:30 so that I wouldn’t have to go to community. At one point, Bonnie came and sat with me for a while before she needed to leave to go to Walmart with her community. I gave her some money, and she bought me a wonderful amount of junk food that will all be devoured within a week. Om the noms.
At dinner, I sat with the Venezuelans, and I swear those guys have so much fun. Anytime somebody wasn’t paying attention, they would either swap out their drink with somebody else’s, steal part of their food just to see if they’d notice, or pour salt all over everything, including in their drink. And they did all this while speaking rapidfire spanish, which made it all so much greater.
I got mail today! Kari sent me a yellow envelope with an adorable letter in it that all the Venezuelans insisted on trying to read. It was basically a random assortment of thoughts, and she definitely sent it a full week ago (snail mail… sigh) but it was such a sweet gesture. If you read my blog, thanks Kari.
After dinner, Elizabeth and I threw a group together to go hang out in the Grove. About eight of us were there, sitting on the Grove Stage, when two more showed up… rather uninvited. One of them was Hunter, a notable loudmouth of Summer College and one of the few kids here who annoys me a little bit.
It was all gonna be alright though, I can tolerate Hunter for a little while, until somebody suggested that we go to the stadium and the idea got picked up by the whole group. Now, not only did I not want to show ten people how to get into the stadium, but I knew that Hunter would blab about it and probably show other people how to get in as well. So on the way there, Elizabeth, Bonnie, and I (the only three people who knew how to get in) decided that we were just gonna walk down the path a little way until we got to a closed gate, and then act like that’s the way to get in and “oh darn, it’s usually unlocked, looks like we can’t get in”. As we got closer, two of the girls decided they didn’t want to be a part of this and left back for the RC, so now we were down to eight again. Unfortunately, Hunter was still part of the group, so we didn’t want to show anyone the actual way in.
Our locked-gate plan worked fine, and we were about to leave, but somebody (I honestly can’t remember who) wanted to walk around to the front of the stadium and try to jump the smaller fence there. Now really, I can jump any of the fences around the stadium so we really didn’t need to go around to the front of the stadium if we wanted to get in there, but I went with them anyway in the hopes that they’d give up and decide to walk back. But no, we were apparently dead-set on getting in there, so we started jumping the fence and I went along.
Now at this point, five of us are over the fence and inside the stadium, and Elizabeth, Marie, and Reid are still on the other side of the fence, when headlights show up. All I saw were the lights and heard Will say, “There’s a car,” and I was out. I walked up into the stands, into the closest tunnel, hopped the first gate I saw, and started making my way back across campus as if I were coming from the Turner Center. I wouldn’t have left the way I did, but a) whoever was in that vehicle caught us completely redhanded as we were clearing the fence, and b) if we were to get caught, we would undoubtedly be sent home, and while that isn’t that big of a deal, if the counselors searched my room or even kept watch over me while I packed, they would see that I have certain items in my room that I could get in serious trouble for. I couldn’t risk it, so I skipped out as quick as I could. When I got over by the circle, I met back up with the group and heard the story.
Basically, the car was not a police car, but a truck. The guys who got out of it told Elizabeth, Marie, and Reid that they weren’t allowed to be here, and let them go on their way. Bonnie got the rest of the people inside the stadium out by taking them the usual way but acting like “oh, we can go this way!”, and here’s hoping they were all too freaked out and disoriented to remember that way in. And hell, were they ever freaked out. Marie was halfway to crying, and of course Hunter’s reaction was “Stories to tell, guys!”
No, Hunter.
Do not tell this story.
And Elizabeth, Bonnie, and I are just chillin’ over there like, “god, these bitches are so dumb. sigh.”
So we all walk back across campus to the dorm, and as we approach, I can see two police cars parked out front. When we get closer, I see Franz and Ari facing us as we walk, as well as two police officers over by the statue. Now, I’m already a little bit freaked just from the stadium incident, and per the certain substances that I mentioned early, I was getting a little bit paranoid that I was about to get fuckin’ arrested, as unlikely as that would be. But of course, we walked right by them and checked in without a problem, and then went to get the story.
Apparently, there’s been reports of a stalker on the Ole Miss campus, and one of the people they were stalking was a Summer College girl, so the police came to file a report, and I’m expecting that tomorrow night they’ll announce a rule that nobody is allowed to walk anywhere by themselves after dinner. But I have friends, so that’s alright.
And from there, I went up to my room, where I’m writing this; had a 45 minute skype call with Olivia, who I haven’t talked to in forever and who is still one of my favorite people ever, and who gave me the wonderful moment that is captured in the picture below this post (if you’re on my actual blog, and not the tag); and ate some of the delicious junk food that Bonnie got for me. Life’s still pretty great.
Alright now GO TO SLEEP.
STOP READING.
SERIOUSLY.
WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE.
I SAID GO TO SLEEP OKAY SO STOP.
I DON’T CARE IF IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY, GO TAKE A NAP OR SOMETHING.
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