SO... Friday. Ya, it was good for the most part. It didn't start out very well, from what I wrote in the last post. I missed my 1st class on friday because even with 3 alarms, I still woke up with 13 minutes to get ready and hightail it over to class. By the time I had gotten ready, I had 2 minutes til class started, and I don't like to receive the dirty looks from professors when you show up late. So, I went to my other class that day, where only about half the class showed up. I half paid attention, half copied stuff out of the book (Patterns of English is not an attention-gripping class, if you can't tell.)
Anyways, I get back from class, walk into the dorm, and Bella/Stella/Deb (she goes by numerous names around our dorm units) was curled up in the living room chair. I was pissed. I started to walk over to her, and spilt a mug of water that was in the middle of the floor. I picked the cat up, and put her outside. I went up to my room to drop stuff off and grab my purse for my Halloween Dance prep, when one of the children came back from class. Sometime during when she got back and then left afew minutes later, the cat was back in. I know this because when I went to leave shortly after her, there not only was the mug of water in the middle of the floor, but cat food next to it. Also, The cat came strolling into the living room from the semi-dining room. I decided to leave her in there because if I had picked her up to put her outside, it wouldn't have been gentle mostlikely, and I'm an animal person, so I don't like to hurt animals in any way. So the cat stayed inside while I drove off with road rage.
Shopping went okay. Found a flannel shirt for my costume (ended up being a cowgirl/farm girl) and to buy some other "necessities," such as make up, munchies, alcohol, you know- the college usual, lol. While I was out, I filled my E in via text, and she called MyRA on them, because she's allergic to cat dander, and plus we had agreed at the beginning of the semester that the cat would be fed inside to keep from possibly getting fined by housing for animals (one that they've broken since then, the animal bedding all over the upstairs and bathroom is proof enough even without the squeaking attacks from the damn thing) and because of allergies. When I got back, MyRA still hadn't been by. Not sure if they ever did, because I left to help Em and some other friends with dance prep.
While with Em and the others searching for costumes, I had to run back to the school to buy my ticket. Being a broke college student, I paid in a semi-unusual manner-- in all dimes! Now, I can easily be distracted. Such is the case, because after buying my ticket, I was making my way back to my car when I realized something-- I didn't take my keys with me when I went to pay for my dance ticket. That's right, I locked my keys in the car, in the ignition still!* Thankfully AAA finally came, unlocked the car, and I was on my way to finish getting ready for the dance.
While with Em and C and I were getting ready, Em threw me for a little bit of a loop with a question. "Will you ask Chr** to slow dance with you tonight? He's really shy..." (she went onto explain why I should, but some of the reasons are kinda personal.) "Em, is this to make up for the bowling setup that didn't pan out?" "Yep it is Ally. So will you?" "I'll think about it, that's all I'll promise to do."
We finished getting ready, met the guys at their dorm (and can I say, Chr was looking good in his ninja costume that he created. Very easy on the eyes. Nice butt too, lol (what can I say? I'm a butt- broad shoulders liking kind of girl, lol:) ) WE headed over to the dance. THe dance was pretty fun. I ended up not dancing with him, which I guess is okay, and not okay at the same time. Em's bf (and Chr's roommate) and Em herself were trying to get me to dance with him at the first slowdance, but I'm not that comfortable with that particular type of dancing. One, because the last time I slow danced was sophomore year in high school with the guy I was dating at the time (not douche bag). Two because I barely knew Chr, had barely talked to him, and it would just be awkward, you know? I stayed at the dance for pretty much the whole time, cutting out 10 minutes before it ended because my feet were killing me. Word of advice- Boots with any kind of heel that are not completely broken in yet-- NOT GOOD DANCING SHOES! Two of my toes are still feeling weird.
Finally got my glasses back from Em's place today. I had left them there while getting ready, and couldn't grab them yesterday, so this weekend I've been semi-squinting at my computer, the tv, and the book i was trying to read.
Just to touch on the children, or at least the one that was here with about 3 (by my guess) guests this weekend. I dunno what time they got up on Staurday, but by the way they were doing the "drunk potty shuffle" (where when the alcohol starts to hit your bladder) they started well before noon. I woke up at noon, wasn't able to get into the bathroom til about 2, 3 hours later for enough time to take a shower! Them being drunk and loud, meant I couldn't get intoxicated on a large level because of the possibility of getting written up if I had to call MyRa on them (children are both underage.) Luckily they quieted down, but by then, I wasn't really in the mood to drink anymore :(
One quick other thing about that slowdance. I went to sit down during the first slow dance of the night (luckily for the others I was in getting a drink/resting my feet). By the end of the song, I was cracking my knuckles, resisting the urge to leave, because it trudged up things that made me angry at Douche Bag Ex. Since then, I've been having dreams about him an da couple of our mutual friends bringing him to the dance and him trying to get me back. In the dreams I turn him down every time, and dissolve the friendships with the guys he came with. If anyone who reads this is good at dream interpretation, could you leave a comment with some incite? In one of them I'm actually dancing with Chr when they show up, and I think I may know what that one is about. That one I'm guessing might be about me being afraid that the things that happened with DB will happen with Chr if I put myself out there with him, but I may be wrong. I'm confused by my guyfriends being in the dream supporting DB. Any help?
*Sadly, this is not the first time I've done this- it's the third. The first was at ST. Ann's when I dropped off my mom's work badge. Luckily my dad was able to swing by and unlock the car before I headed back to school. The second time was this summer the day after my little car accident (got rear-ended, no one was injured), when I accidentally left my keys in the car when I went into the mall to go job hunting. AAA took forever to get there, and it was not a cool day outside. It was sunny, and I was sweating, and my bottle of water was with my still-in-the-ignition keys- taunting me from inside the car.
**Chr is the guy that she was trying to set me up with on the bowling/bonfire group things that didn't pan out. He's recently cut his hair, which is a plus, because he was looking a little goofy/too young with the poofy bowl cut he was starting to sport.
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