Where did I leave off? Tuesday. Today's Friday. Let's see...
Wednesday, not much happened. Went to eat lunch with a crew over at Duncan. Got lost in the Corps dorms (again). Found out there's a guy I have two classes with. Maybe a friend? We'll see.
Went to the Potato Shack and ate dinner with some random guy I'll probably never see again. That's about it. Class was nothing new (yet). I freaked out for two days because my books hadn't come in yet.
Thursday...again, not much happened. Acting I was fun, got me giggling pretty hard by the end of it. Ate something for lunch that I'm pretty sure was NOT ok for me to eat, judging by how I felt afterward...felt like someone was stabbing me for hours, but I finally fell asleep. Slept late this morning and it was gone.
So...today. Slept late, like I said. Went to class. Chilled. Went to a theatre arts majors/minors meeting, that was cool. This is a super friendly group, I felt right at home. So then, my dad picked me up and took me to dinner. Highlight of my day, actually. I love my dad so much. He's absolutely amazing, and unlike most teenagers, I actually enjoy spending time with him. He's just cool, he spent all night telling me stories about his A&M days and listening to old rock albums with me. I think I already mentioned that my dad's the one who introduced me to Black Sabbath. He's actually responsible for most of the good music I know--Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Doors...he really brought me up on all this amazing classic rock. He used to drill me in the car, putting on a random song and making me name the song, the band, the lead singer and sometimes the lead guitarist (or the lyricist, depending on how interesting it was). I know so much random music trivia because of my dad, and every time someone talks to me about music I love knowing what I do know--I can hold my own all right with most music buffs, and those I can't, I at least can understand. This is without really focusing on these groups, just knowing them by proxy and as the soundtrack of my childhood. So, all in all, my dad's an amazing person, and I loved spending time with him.
After that...well, I went back to my dorm. I'd been told over and over again to look cute for midnight yell, and my parents had given me all these instructions for me to get a good date (yes, I know...I love my parents), so I put on a dress I love and my favorite heels. Bad idea. I felt like an idiot all night. I didn't see a single other person wearing a dress, everyone was in a tshirt and jean shorts. My fish camp people were nice, though, most of them just said I looked nice. Of course, there were some snide comments about my heels I didn't appreciate...sigh.
Still, I went to the yell, hoping I would enjoy myself anyway. I didn't. It was great to see everyone, but I somehow got separated from everyone I know and ended up on the back row with everyone in front of me. There is not much fun about sitting awkwardly on a bench with no one around you. And of course, my dad's been telling me all about his midnight yell exploits, and I'm just having horrible images of some creep sitting down next to me and trying to make out with me or something. Thank you, Anxiety, for kicking in right as I reach something that's supposed to be fun.
I make it through the yells ok, trying not to fall off of the bleachers in my heels (as I said...BAD IDEA!). Then, we get to mug-down. Totally anti-climactic. The only person I even see with a light is one of the sophomore guys, a counselor from fish camp, who has made a portable light with a bulb and a battery and stuck it in his hair. He's also screaming out, "Somebody? Anybody?" Kind of amusing. Definitely original. Oh, and it also only lasts like 10 seconds.
So...Bill Engvall was there? That was kind of cool. He led a segment of it. It was enjoyable, if I wasn't so irritable by this point. I feel stupid, crabby, just wanting to get home.
Anything else about the actual yell practice? Definitely can't remember if there was. After everything was over, we just left. Here's where my night culminates: somehow I get swept up in a group of people and, not realizing where I'm going, end up in this wood/park area I have NEVER seen before. I have NO idea where I am, and I see only that there's a ton of Corps guys around (what is it with me and Corps people???). I take some dirt/rock path, twist my ankle when some rocks turn under my foot and basically go sprawling, and half-fall every few minutes after that (ridiculously embarrassing). So I finally see a landmark--Rudder Tower--and manage to get back to an area I know after about 10 minutes of flailing around. Realize where I need to go and stomp home. Oh, and then for some reason my dorm won't accept my student ID for 5 minutes and gives me a "card invalid" message every time I swipe it. Finally it goes through (I STILL don't know what was going on) and I make it back home.
Thus, not a good night. I'm kind of disappointed. I'd been really looking forward to this, and it sucked. Oh well.
Signing off, discouraged and hoping tomorrow is better, this is Kat...the heinously overdressed chick at midnight yell tonight, if you saw me.
Au revoir.
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