All last week I was one day ahead of the calendar. I don't know what happened, but now I'm one day behind. It's not Sunday. It's Monday. Maybe it'll help to see it in writing.
The weekend was nothing short of insane. First there was Friday, which ended up being almost the longest day of my life simply because I couldn't go home and I didn't have anything else to do. But seeing as half of campus was likewise stranded, I had plenty of people to keep me company. Ended up watching lots of TV until very late, with a short break to take a trip to Walmart because there was no food and Pizza Ranch wouldn't deliver. Colin and I actually stopped in the street to watch some poor guy slide his car sideways into the ditch and then laughed at him before continuing. When we got back I ate almost an entire package of cupcakes and almost an entire bag of sun chips almost all by myself. It was good times.
Woke up Saturday. Drove home. It was uneventful. I think everyone was lying about the snowstorm.
Ashlee came to visit. So she got to meet my crazy family, namely my dad, who proved himself crazy when, as soon as we climbed out of the car, he began bombarding us with snowballs. We did all of the most necessary and important things on Sunday, like going to Ikea. In what downtime we had left, of which there was quite a bit, we got brainwashed by some unidentifiable force that compelled us to sit on our rears and watch television for almost 12 hours straight. It's all Colin's fault really; he got us completely hooked on 24. It's a television show, in case you haven't heard of it. We watched 17 episodes between 9:30pm Saturday and 2:00pm today. And I have to finish the season because there's only 7 hours left. Ashlee only left on the condition that I would bring the discs to school with me next Monday.
To top it all off, as soon as I got home, I came down with a massive head cold. I really can't feel my face right now and I'm not entirely sure I haven't rubbed my nose off with Kleenex.
Now it is 2:30 in the afternoon and I have not yet showered or gotten dressed. I better do that before dad gets home from work or I'll draw some major flak. If not in the form of snowballs, then at least verbally. More later.
The weekend was nothing short of insane. First there was Friday, which ended up being almost the longest day of my life simply because I couldn't go home and I didn't have anything else to do. But seeing as half of campus was likewise stranded, I had plenty of people to keep me company. Ended up watching lots of TV until very late, with a short break to take a trip to Walmart because there was no food and Pizza Ranch wouldn't deliver. Colin and I actually stopped in the street to watch some poor guy slide his car sideways into the ditch and then laughed at him before continuing. When we got back I ate almost an entire package of cupcakes and almost an entire bag of sun chips almost all by myself. It was good times.
Woke up Saturday. Drove home. It was uneventful. I think everyone was lying about the snowstorm.
Ashlee came to visit. So she got to meet my crazy family, namely my dad, who proved himself crazy when, as soon as we climbed out of the car, he began bombarding us with snowballs. We did all of the most necessary and important things on Sunday, like going to Ikea. In what downtime we had left, of which there was quite a bit, we got brainwashed by some unidentifiable force that compelled us to sit on our rears and watch television for almost 12 hours straight. It's all Colin's fault really; he got us completely hooked on 24. It's a television show, in case you haven't heard of it. We watched 17 episodes between 9:30pm Saturday and 2:00pm today. And I have to finish the season because there's only 7 hours left. Ashlee only left on the condition that I would bring the discs to school with me next Monday.
To top it all off, as soon as I got home, I came down with a massive head cold. I really can't feel my face right now and I'm not entirely sure I haven't rubbed my nose off with Kleenex.
Now it is 2:30 in the afternoon and I have not yet showered or gotten dressed. I better do that before dad gets home from work or I'll draw some major flak. If not in the form of snowballs, then at least verbally. More later.
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