WHY, SVC, WHY?

Okay, so that was a totally disproportionate cry of mental anguish, but it exists. I attempted to combine a week’s worth of work into two days this weekend, praying that it would allow me to live in a world of class-running-practice with occasional lapses for sleep and foodage, and while it certainly was productive weekend, it is now Sunday and I feel as if my weekend has not yet begun.

However…there was a nice lapse yesterday night when my stress ball exploded, and my roommate and I engaged in an epic battle to spread the contents of the stress ball on one another, so I guess that counts for high merriment. (In my defense, she laughed when it literally blew up in my face. I HAD to pelt her with it.)

Actually, now that I think about it, I also went a’mallin’ with my fellow blogsters Alicia and Kylie, as well as with my roommate and Emma…and I met my mother for breakfast to do financial aid things and plot for my father’s 50th birthday… So perhaps I wasn’t as studious this week as I thought.

College has a way of doing that to you—you think you have the answers, and then the truth sneaks out at you. Or, alternatively, one of your friends informs you that they have tea and a movie, and you really can’t turn that down and keep your dignity.

Moreover, I find out if I made Prefect tomorrow.

I’ll pause now for the Harry Potter joke—moving on.

Anyway, I find out tomorrow morning after my East Asian class if I, in fact, will be fulfilling the position of an R.A. here. About 70 people tried out for what I think was 25 spots, and the majority were upperclassmen, so I don’t know if I even have a prayer. Cross your fingers for me! Do it.

Also, I have some sad news to report to the reading masses: Pod IC has lost a dear fishy friend in the form of Mr. Heraldo Romone, my god-beta-son. I was allowed to christen him, and Alexa and I were saddened to see that he went off into that great toilet bowl in the sky. Feel free to donate statues of mermaids and treasure chests that spew bubbles to your local fish-retirement home.

By-the-by: I give you a photo of simpler times, also known as the Mardi Gras dance. I fell over mere seconds after this was taken--I was carefully leaping/balanced on something. Possibly one of my friends.