An interesting week...
Dec. 4th, 2004 02:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandHey, everybody! Did you all have a nice Eat-Till-You-Burst Day? I sure did. Spent four glorious days at home, doing nothing. Who could ask for anything more? Anyway, I'm stressed as hell right now (finals start a week from Monday...that should say just about everything). But I thought I'd just scribble out a little list of what's been going on in my world as of late, and my thoughts on said events.
Madrigal is on Sunday. That's a big dinner where we all dress up like a royal court from medieval times, and sing a bunch of Christmas-esque songs. This is a fun evening--as long as I remember my lines and solo. Plus, my dress is really really reeeeeeeally pretty while doing the unthinkable--preserving modesty! A lot of them tend to be very low cut. My dress last year was a prime example--my cup did runneth over. But this year, the faucet turned off just in time :)
Point two is somewhat related to point one--my Madrigal partner. After all, a lady has her lord...at least they did in that time period, anyway. But my partner is a guy that I have something of a thing for--I haven't had a real crush since high school, so this is kind of neat for me. And the thing is that I'm fairly certain he likes me back. Rock on! But I get to sit next to him for the entire two-and-a-half-three-ish hours of this dinner.
Excuse me while I go do a happy dance in my own honor *Candy-chan does a happy dance, trips, and falls out the window*
*A moment later, a bruised, battered, and bleeding Candy-chan climbs back through the now-broken window and crawls back to the computer* Owie...
And tonight's festivities--I'm on duty. It's three in the morning. I got back from doing two AM rounds about ten minutes ago. See, rounds usually take all of five, ten minutes-ish. Why did it take so long?
Leisha (the other RA on duty) and I come down the stairs, around the corner...and find a massive puddle of vomit on the floor. Somebody was sick, or as Leisha called it, "Friday night sick." Translation: somebody got wasted and just couldn't make it to the bathroom in time, so they let loose their dinner all over the carpet in the hallway. Judging by appearances, I'd say that this person had probably two slices of pizza and a burger with onions and pickles for dinner. Pleasant? Not really. And of course they didn't tell anybody. So who got to clean it up?
That's right. Me and Leisha. We opened the window and started scrubbing the carpet. There's a little kit in our sort of 'office' with some stuff for just such an occasion. We used it--cleaned up as best we could, but it was after quiet hours, so we couldn't vaccuum or anything. Eventually, we just said that it was as good as it was likely to get and finished up. Leisha's writing up a report because she said she knows who it was. I dropped a line to Kelly--the RA in that house--and to Gretchen, our supervisor--to alert her that the bodily-fluid disposal kit was now somewhat depleted.
These are the horror stories we hear about during RA training and that we think/hope will never happen to us. So much for two AM rounds usually being so nice and quiet...but it was an interesting experience. And I have a whole new respect for our housekeepers. I already had a lot of respect for the two women who keep our building clean, but it tripled tonight.
Oh yeah, and all my friends seem bound and determined to de-virginize me. What's the deal with that? Ryann likes to tell me that they all have to do it (apparently, it's a group endeavor...) because the aforementioned guy-who-likes-me lacks the necessary cajones. So he's shy. Big whoop. Personally, I have no qualms about things as they are now. I have VP--Virgin Pride. Besides, Share's description doesn't make me feel too good about it; she says it's pretty addictive. She told me (and I quote), "Once you pop, the fun don't stop." Well, goody. That just makes me want to run out and grab some random male.
I can still smell the puke...I really hope it's not on me. That would be nasty.
I've also been told by a couple people that I should just grab the again-aforementioned guy-who-likes-me, drag him into a closet, and rape him. According to a couple of my male friends, I would be fulfilling a secret fantasy shared by every shy male on the planet, so rape away. I'm not quite convinced. These guys are notorious for messing with my head. Guess we'll see what happens.
Now I'm going to bed. Long couple of days staring me in the face. Rock on :)
Luvs and chocolate,
~ Me ^_^
PS. I want to be a birdhouse!
Madrigal is on Sunday. That's a big dinner where we all dress up like a royal court from medieval times, and sing a bunch of Christmas-esque songs. This is a fun evening--as long as I remember my lines and solo. Plus, my dress is really really reeeeeeeally pretty while doing the unthinkable--preserving modesty! A lot of them tend to be very low cut. My dress last year was a prime example--my cup did runneth over. But this year, the faucet turned off just in time :)
Point two is somewhat related to point one--my Madrigal partner. After all, a lady has her lord...at least they did in that time period, anyway. But my partner is a guy that I have something of a thing for--I haven't had a real crush since high school, so this is kind of neat for me. And the thing is that I'm fairly certain he likes me back. Rock on! But I get to sit next to him for the entire two-and-a-half-three-ish hours of this dinner.
Excuse me while I go do a happy dance in my own honor *Candy-chan does a happy dance, trips, and falls out the window*
*A moment later, a bruised, battered, and bleeding Candy-chan climbs back through the now-broken window and crawls back to the computer* Owie...
And tonight's festivities--I'm on duty. It's three in the morning. I got back from doing two AM rounds about ten minutes ago. See, rounds usually take all of five, ten minutes-ish. Why did it take so long?
Leisha (the other RA on duty) and I come down the stairs, around the corner...and find a massive puddle of vomit on the floor. Somebody was sick, or as Leisha called it, "Friday night sick." Translation: somebody got wasted and just couldn't make it to the bathroom in time, so they let loose their dinner all over the carpet in the hallway. Judging by appearances, I'd say that this person had probably two slices of pizza and a burger with onions and pickles for dinner. Pleasant? Not really. And of course they didn't tell anybody. So who got to clean it up?
That's right. Me and Leisha. We opened the window and started scrubbing the carpet. There's a little kit in our sort of 'office' with some stuff for just such an occasion. We used it--cleaned up as best we could, but it was after quiet hours, so we couldn't vaccuum or anything. Eventually, we just said that it was as good as it was likely to get and finished up. Leisha's writing up a report because she said she knows who it was. I dropped a line to Kelly--the RA in that house--and to Gretchen, our supervisor--to alert her that the bodily-fluid disposal kit was now somewhat depleted.
These are the horror stories we hear about during RA training and that we think/hope will never happen to us. So much for two AM rounds usually being so nice and quiet...but it was an interesting experience. And I have a whole new respect for our housekeepers. I already had a lot of respect for the two women who keep our building clean, but it tripled tonight.
Oh yeah, and all my friends seem bound and determined to de-virginize me. What's the deal with that? Ryann likes to tell me that they all have to do it (apparently, it's a group endeavor...) because the aforementioned guy-who-likes-me lacks the necessary cajones. So he's shy. Big whoop. Personally, I have no qualms about things as they are now. I have VP--Virgin Pride. Besides, Share's description doesn't make me feel too good about it; she says it's pretty addictive. She told me (and I quote), "Once you pop, the fun don't stop." Well, goody. That just makes me want to run out and grab some random male.
I can still smell the puke...I really hope it's not on me. That would be nasty.
I've also been told by a couple people that I should just grab the again-aforementioned guy-who-likes-me, drag him into a closet, and rape him. According to a couple of my male friends, I would be fulfilling a secret fantasy shared by every shy male on the planet, so rape away. I'm not quite convinced. These guys are notorious for messing with my head. Guess we'll see what happens.
Now I'm going to bed. Long couple of days staring me in the face. Rock on :)
Luvs and chocolate,
~ Me ^_^
PS. I want to be a birdhouse!