We Are Family!

So, this weekend was family weekend. But was my mother here? Only in spirit!

Let's do a recap. I woke up on Saturday morning at the crack of noon to strange voices in my room. I knew it wasn't Jessica's parents because they weren't going to be there until dinnertime, so that meant that it could only be Emily's parents and little brother. I must say, I looked beautiful--my hair smelled like fryer grease from work-study and I had dirt and pizza sauce [ew] caked on my face. It was a hard night at Marty's.

So, after they poked fun at me for a few minutes, I escaped to the bathroom where I conveniently ran into a friend who also didn't have parents there. We made plans to go to Marty's for lunch. Fun times. We loitered there for about two hours, trying to escape all the family events that we didn't have family for. Afterward, they were rearranging their dorm and my roommates escaped the clutches of their much-loved parents. We had a dance party and scared all the parents that came up through the stairs. Apparently, we could be heard down the hall, which is quite an accomplishment seeing as how our sound span is usually just next door. It was a fun time--a complete unwinding of all the stress from the week [which we had a lot of, but I don't think it would be appropriate to post it on this blog. ;)]

Later on that night was the concert. Half of the girls on my floor are in Aurora, so they were decked out in their black dresses with the puff sleeves and the itchy fabric. Since I was in Cantorei, I got to wear a skirt and black shoes. I lucked out. There was nothing better than seeing everyone walking across campus in tuxedos [Norsemen] and the black dresses. It was like I was at Hogwarts! So, while they all went to warm up, I went to dinner with some floor mates because our call time was later than theirs.

Honestly, I was never all that excited to be in Cantorei. I didn't know anyone there, all my friends were in Aurora, and I was just never a big fan of choirs. I guess I'm a bit of a diva, in that sense. I like singing alone. But when we were warming up and putting on the robes, I just got very excited. It had been about two years since I was singing on a stage and I'd never sung with a band before. I was nervous and I was excited. I couldn't wait for the show to get started.

That excitement was short-lived, however. We performed and did a very good job, but then I had to zip down the tunnels to work-study. My freshly washed hair smelled of freshly made french fries and I almost died slipping on grease that had fallen on the ground. I got burned by hot oil and I was extremely wet when I walked back to the dorm. On the upside, I make fantastic smoothies and learned how to use the flat... hamburger maker thing. I'm sure there's a name for that.

On Sunday, I woke up early because I thought my dearest mother was going to be picking me up and we would spend a day together for family weekend. Yeah. Right. She slept for about five hours [but I don't blame her--she came into Ossian around four in the morning and woke up at seven] and I played Scattegories and tried to do the Paideia homework, which didn't work out so well. But, eventually, we did get our time together. At Walmart, where every college kid takes their parents when they visit. I didn't have much for her to buy for me [floss, pens, and shoes], but it was fun meandering around the store pretending I wanted something.

That wonderful family moment was short-lived as well. I, the master procrastinator, didn't even touch my homework on Friday or Saturday and completely do not follow the rules I posted last week. So, I scrambled to do my Calculus, which was hard. We had to recruit the magic guy downstairs to help us, even though his brain was as melted as ours. The Paideia... I was planning on doing that after this blog was posted, seeing as when I came back in my room to do it, my lovely, amazing, fantastic roommates were watching and singing along with the Lion King. I couldn't resist!

So, I'm here. Finishing this blog. It's a little past midnight. I should be sleeping. But I can't because I made some wrong choices. Hopefully, I'll be able to do better tomorrow.