First Ever
You'll never guess what I had last night!!!!
Go ahead. Try. You won't be able to.
I HAD MY FIRST GOING BACK TO SCHOOL NIGHTMARE!!!! I've never had those before! After all, all I ever did to go back to school was to wake up, walk down the stairs, and fight with my siblings about who got the desk furthest away from my mother. Going back to school has never been that adventurous, so I never had nightmares (although I've heard about all of the "I was naked in the hallway." or the really lame "It was a pop-quiz worth our entire grade!!!") But I just had my first, official back to school nightmare.
(and let me tell you, this one was creepy.)
I woke up, my alarm hadn't gone off and I was late. I rolled out of bed in a track suit (apparently I hadn't done laundry in a while and had no pajamas.) grab my bag, and head to the bus stop. I think I had to chase the bus. At least I was in running gear... After I board the thing at the corner next to Hillenbrand it suddenly occurs to me-
I'M LIVING IN McCUTCHEON!!!!
IN THE SAME ROOM!!!
WITH THE SAME ROOMMATE!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHH!
What happened to me and Molly? Where was our conveniently close, pirate-meets-fairy decorated room, complete pirate flag and sparkles and those spastic accessories that we both love? Apparently I had been banished back to "the ghetto" and any hope of rooming with a fellow drama queen was squashed.
I turned in horror as I watched Hillenbrand roll by- proof that I was indeed still living out in the boonies. But as I turned I caught a glimpse of myself in the window. And I felt a sinking in my stomach. Tears welled up in my eyes- my completely un-made up eyes. Yes, dear reader, I had left my room- forgetting to do my make-up, AND my hair. I've gone without make-up before (and I got all these comments about how sick I looked, and "don't you need to go home and rest?" But I handled it, I'm brave, and humble.) But to go without doing THE HAIR. That is true tragedy. Anyone who knows me will also know that I love my hair. I don't think it's all that special or beautiful, I just like doing stuff with it. It's a hobby. Other people remodel cars, or cook or something. I dye my hair, style my hair, buy products for my hair. It has been called my great love story. It really is a problem-free relationship. There are no arguments, no rejection, and (since I'm female) no potential leaving.... I think I'm going to take David's advice and marry my hair.
Any way, my nightmare got worse. I tried to get breakfast and found that Purdue now only accepts money- no meal plans. Great, now I'll be even poorer. I fumble around for my few pennies when I learn that instead of the raisin Bran I've been craving, an obligatory greasy croisant complete with eggs and slimey cheese was part of breakfast. (I HATE those) I turn around with my tray of food, and see the room entirely peopled by guys (I now deduce that I am in the guy's food court) and several skinny cheerleaders. Apparently you can only get in (if you're female) if you have a date.
I (total klutz) stumble to the door, trying to grab a bag for my food (only to discover they had none and I had to put that greasy mass in my bag) and as I push the door open I know- I'm going to be late for class because I left my entire schedule (class times, room numbers, the whole she-bang) back in my room.
And then I woke up.
If I believed that dreams told something of the future I would now be convinced that Molly and I were going to be seperated as soon as the Windsor people were informed that we both have explosive, dramatic behaviors, and the only place left for me was in that remote dorm known as "the ghetto." I would then have all my make-up stolen and my hair privleges revoked by my parents, and my entire year would be spent eating greasy food as a dateless loser. I will also be late to every class and flunk out of college.
Since I don't believe that dreams foretell the future- I jumped out of bed ran down stairs and gave my mom a big hug.
"Guess what!!!!! I've just had my first back-to-school nightmare!!!! YIPPEEEEEE!!!!"
I then proceeded to dance about the kitchen in my pj's.
Go ahead. Try. You won't be able to.
I HAD MY FIRST GOING BACK TO SCHOOL NIGHTMARE!!!! I've never had those before! After all, all I ever did to go back to school was to wake up, walk down the stairs, and fight with my siblings about who got the desk furthest away from my mother. Going back to school has never been that adventurous, so I never had nightmares (although I've heard about all of the "I was naked in the hallway." or the really lame "It was a pop-quiz worth our entire grade!!!") But I just had my first, official back to school nightmare.
(and let me tell you, this one was creepy.)
I woke up, my alarm hadn't gone off and I was late. I rolled out of bed in a track suit (apparently I hadn't done laundry in a while and had no pajamas.) grab my bag, and head to the bus stop. I think I had to chase the bus. At least I was in running gear... After I board the thing at the corner next to Hillenbrand it suddenly occurs to me-
I'M LIVING IN McCUTCHEON!!!!
IN THE SAME ROOM!!!
WITH THE SAME ROOMMATE!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHH!
What happened to me and Molly? Where was our conveniently close, pirate-meets-fairy decorated room, complete pirate flag and sparkles and those spastic accessories that we both love? Apparently I had been banished back to "the ghetto" and any hope of rooming with a fellow drama queen was squashed.
I turned in horror as I watched Hillenbrand roll by- proof that I was indeed still living out in the boonies. But as I turned I caught a glimpse of myself in the window. And I felt a sinking in my stomach. Tears welled up in my eyes- my completely un-made up eyes. Yes, dear reader, I had left my room- forgetting to do my make-up, AND my hair. I've gone without make-up before (and I got all these comments about how sick I looked, and "don't you need to go home and rest?" But I handled it, I'm brave, and humble.) But to go without doing THE HAIR. That is true tragedy. Anyone who knows me will also know that I love my hair. I don't think it's all that special or beautiful, I just like doing stuff with it. It's a hobby. Other people remodel cars, or cook or something. I dye my hair, style my hair, buy products for my hair. It has been called my great love story. It really is a problem-free relationship. There are no arguments, no rejection, and (since I'm female) no potential leaving.... I think I'm going to take David's advice and marry my hair.
Any way, my nightmare got worse. I tried to get breakfast and found that Purdue now only accepts money- no meal plans. Great, now I'll be even poorer. I fumble around for my few pennies when I learn that instead of the raisin Bran I've been craving, an obligatory greasy croisant complete with eggs and slimey cheese was part of breakfast. (I HATE those) I turn around with my tray of food, and see the room entirely peopled by guys (I now deduce that I am in the guy's food court) and several skinny cheerleaders. Apparently you can only get in (if you're female) if you have a date.
I (total klutz) stumble to the door, trying to grab a bag for my food (only to discover they had none and I had to put that greasy mass in my bag) and as I push the door open I know- I'm going to be late for class because I left my entire schedule (class times, room numbers, the whole she-bang) back in my room.
And then I woke up.
If I believed that dreams told something of the future I would now be convinced that Molly and I were going to be seperated as soon as the Windsor people were informed that we both have explosive, dramatic behaviors, and the only place left for me was in that remote dorm known as "the ghetto." I would then have all my make-up stolen and my hair privleges revoked by my parents, and my entire year would be spent eating greasy food as a dateless loser. I will also be late to every class and flunk out of college.
Since I don't believe that dreams foretell the future- I jumped out of bed ran down stairs and gave my mom a big hug.
"Guess what!!!!! I've just had my first back-to-school nightmare!!!! YIPPEEEEEE!!!!"
I then proceeded to dance about the kitchen in my pj's.
posted by COURTNEY at 11:08 AM
4 Comments:
oh my goodness.
COURTNEY! don't buy a full length mirror, Windsor comes equpiied with not one but TWO full length mirrors on the door of your closet.
At least, this is how windsor functioned last year. no telling what bankes did to our room.
--mols
oh, and i did in fact inherit the worst TV ever, and since i don't watch tv except for Alias and ANTM, as well as any good movies on BTV (an oxymoron), I figure that the world's worst TV will be quite the accessory in our room. especially since it looks like it jumped out of the eighties.
... um, if we are able to, i'd like to be able to sqeeze my brown chair in there SOMEWHERE, as well as my shelf thing which takes up oh say no space... but that is me. gosh, we just need to have lunch together sometime... and as for windsor kicking us out... BUH! let them try to pass Esperanza Isle (you know, a mix between your beauty and my pirate, haha) argh, those landlubbing dogs won't get past our scurvy swashbuckling swankiness!
molly
Courtney--Courtney--
Whatever happened to your invincible idealism? No more nightmares, okay? They're bad for your complexion!
Love, Cammy
you know, it's so nice to be a guy. i'm lucky if i make it to the shower before classes. hair? forget it. makeup? hello i'm not gay! and this decor thing? it's call the piccasso (however you spell it) effect: clothes everywhere in random patterns make art. at least the pirate thing is cool. when i grow up, i'm going to be a pirate too! ;)
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