Friday!
I love Fridays. Today was one of those days where life surprises you with the people it throws at you. I had an amazing night. Let's recap first though..
Wake up, I'm gonna go the the gym before my 11am class, such a good idea. Meanwhile, I get out of bed at 10:46. Yeah, maybe next time. Tshirt, sweatshirt, north face vest, north face hooded parka, leggings, snow boots. Whose idea was it to go to school in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania? This idiot's. Briskly walk to class, arriving at 11:01 for my 11:10 class. I've developed this amazing skill of waking up late, and still managing to get to class early. Thanks college. We're learning all about self-perspective in social psychology this chapter. It's so interesting the amount of things that influence how we see ourselves. I definitely recommend taking this class, even if it's not in your major. Do it.
Econ recitation afterwards. I was expecting to get our exams back that we took on Tuesday. Nope. not even close. let's learn a whole new chapter. Oh okay. Our TA is a graduate student, totally international, her english is not great, but she's nice enough. She has a resting face of "does it look like a give a shit about you people? because I don't". She has some long, complicated asian name, so she has us call her Sunny. Every time she says the word "goods" , like normal goods, or inferior goods, luxury, necessary, etc., her accent makes it sound like the word "goose". and I just die laughing inside every single time. I know I should feel bad for laughing at her in my head, and sometimes out loud if I'm particularly giddy that day, but it's just so damn funny. I'm not the only one who thinks it's funny though. I've shared some looks with other people in the class. ya know, the "I heard it too, did she just say goose? trololol" kind of look.
After class I drove up to the house, (whenever I say "the house" I am usually referring to my sorority's house on the hill). So anyway, drove up to the house and dropped off some money to Emac to do a drug deal. Just kidding. no drugs. But I walk into her room and her and her boything are sitting on the floor playing with Kinex toys, and a giant mannequin leg is magnetically sticking to the wall. I don't even question it. It looked like a lovely Friday after noon.
I left and mentally and emotionally braced myself to go to Bethlehem Parking Authority Office on the North Side. Don't worry, I ended up crying anyway. They wouldn't give me a parking permit because I'm not technically on the lease for my house since I'm subletting. and the guy was just a total dick about it. I almost started to cry, ripped my lease from his hands and stormed out. I hate those fuckers. I've probably paid them $100 in tickets so far this semester. I've had it up to here with them. honestly. ffs.
I drove to target to buy some goodies for tomorrow night. We are have a few people over at our house before the date party, and I wanted to make it special with cups and stuff. So I did. I have a surprise for you Hayden if you're reading this. Because I love you and you're my glittle.
Treated myself to some chipotle for late lunch/brunch. They never fail to be so damn tasty. Over heard two girls talking while I was in line.. "I had a dream Justin Timberlake was my father". ew.
Got back to my room and passed out straight away. Not like my normal passing out, don't freak out, I mean I just fell asleep. I'm sleeping so much, lately. Too much. I think my brain is still just super tired I guess. It sucks having a semi-functioning brain/autonomic nervous system sometimes.
Woke up around 6pm, to some texts from Chels trying to get me to the gym. Naw. Not today. Then she told me she was going to the Student Senate's Gatsby Gala being held tonight from 8-11pm. There's food and drinks and dancing, and it's a reason to get dressed up and look nice. So I decided I would go. I bought a ticket earlier in the week but had zero actual plans to go. I showered and put on a face and a dress and some heels and actually didn't mind seeing myself naked. Usually I do that whole self-conscious girl thing where we think we're fat. But I'm actually starting to fit into old dresses again, and wear them well. I like this me. This me is a good me.
Remind me again why I wore a dress and heels in the arctic tundra that is Lehigh right now? I don't know. good one aly. think aly. Picked up chelsea and her BF who came to visit, Brandon. Made our way to the gala, not expecting much, but when we got there, loooooads of people. Its was pretty cool. Food was the first priority. obviously. Then beer, for brandon anyway, since neither chelsea nor I am 21 yet. (Soon. so soon). Then chelsea saw her.. our.. really her friends since they don't talk to me anymore, so I told her to go be with them and that I would be fine on my own. So she left, and I scanned the room looking for familiar faces. I saw Juil, (SWE president) and said hello. She told me I looked really nice with a tone of genuine surprise in her voice. I took it as a compliment though, and lightly bantered back "yeah I don't do this often" because it's true. I'd rather be wearing sweaters and sweatshirts and jeans and leggings with my hair in a bun and no make up. As I continued my search for friendship, the universe didn't let me down. I saw my friend Caroline, who is an exchange student here from IRELAND <3. She's here with her friend Sean also from Ireland. I met them through Alec's roommate Brad a few weeks ago, and her and I snap chatted before a couple times but not much else. She welcomed me over to her table with her and sean and the rest of the international students that they were with. I met a boy Mirco (kind of like marco and micheal mixed for pronunciation purposes -- "meer-col" sort of.) He's from Germany. He's a graduate student studying for his Master's degree in Physics. waaaat. so smart. Caroline and Sean told me that he's taken swing dancing lessons before, and I got super excited, and he actually got convinced to take me on the dance floor and dance with me. It was hard at first, but after a couple songs, I was all smiles and he was pink in the face, probably a touch embarrassed, and we were actually dancing. We were doing not so much swing dancing, but traditional dancing he learned in Germany through high school and stuff. He was twirling me and I was twirling him and we were actually dancing and it was so much fun. Nobody in the states likes to dance like that, at least not at frat parties. I had so much fun. Mirco if you're reading this, thanks for the dance. It was amazing.
After a few more dances and a few more drinks (for them, not me) I got a text from my friend emily telling me "come to 419 Montclair!" and that was it. I had heard earlier that a live band was going to be playing there from my glittle, so I figured if I heard about it from two completely separate sources, that it had to be good. We made our way down and out of the party and crammed into my car, me Caroline mirco sean and another straggler that I didn't catch the name of. First thing sean says Is "let's see what she puts on" referring to what song I would play since it's the first time we hung out in my car. I gave him my phone and made him choose. First song he puts on? Wagon Wheel. Turns out that song is a hit in Ireland. Go figure. So we drive and we sing really loud and it's fantastic. I just knew that these people were great. I could tell from that moment.
I took them down to Trembley where they all live, and I offered to come inside while they get changed so I could drive them down to the party instead of meeting them there and making them walk. Caroline feeds me irish chocolate and I'm in love. and her and sean tell me about what rubbish the tea and chocolate we have here in the states is. I'm only a little offended for my country, but cannot WAIT to try all of the things they were telling me about. And then I found out that sean hadn't been to wawa, and both of them haven't been to chipotle. If I am going to call myself their friend, I Must do something about those facts. Mirco comes over and we head out. Walking to the party we were pretty skeptical, it seemed pretty quiet on the street. We were welcome by some people smoking at the door, and immediately when I walk in I see some familiar faces. We ditch our coats and head downstairs, and there's like, a live band. They weren't kidding. The band is local, made up of lehigh students from what I could tell, I knew one of them, but the other's were new faces. The band's name is Steel City Sunrise. Emily is dating the lead singer/guitarist so I sort of know him too. The first people I see when I get down into the basement are the frisbee girls, Jenna Emily Erin and Dot. hi friends. Emily dares me to steal a tshirt hanging from the ceiling behind me, so I do. I stash it in Caroline's purse. I'm a kleptomaniac. I think. If i had to diagnose it. Mild case, obviously. The back of the basement is hard to see the band, so we push our way to the middle. They were doing covers of some popular songs, as well as some originals, and they were really really good. At one point a mosh pit broke out because drunk people are all idiots, and my bad ankle get stepped on, in heels might I add, and I get shoved right into the front of the crowd, almost falling into the bassist. My friend Kianna caught me before I went any further.
We danced and sang and danced and jumped and banged on the metal vents and clapped and sang and it was fantastic. all of it. the drunk people and the live music, just feet in front of me. I was beaming from ear to ear the entire time. I was so happy I didn't even need to be drunk. It was so much fun. I need more live music in grungey basements with new friends and old friends and just people. That makes me happy. I left my phone upstairs so I didn't take any videos, but I got caroline to take a picture for me. After the set was over, it was time for everybody to get more drunk. I got my heel stuck in an air conditioning vent and accidentally ripped it out of the floor when I tried to lift my foot up. Whoops. My bad. I ran into a bunch of familiar faces, which was great, had a few chit chat convos, and by the time midnight rolled around I was pretty beat. I said to my new friends, wanna head out? I'm gonna go and I can give you a ride home. They all said yes so we left. I say to them, wanna go to wawa? YES. yesses all around. So we went. and listened to wagon wheel again, singing loud and all smiles. Took sean's wawa virginity. I feel like such a good friend. You're welcome. three of us got quesadillas and sean got a hoagie. None of us grabbed napkins, and we feasted in the parking lot in my car. Turns out caroline loves ed sheeran, too. This girl is easily my soul mate. We talked about how everything happens for a reason, and that if any of us had decided to ditch the Senate Gala, then we wouldn't have had this awesome night together.
I wish I took more pictures tonight, but that's what happens when you're actually living life not behind a phone screen. I tried to recreate the images for you guys via words, but sometimes a picture can capture it better. Oh well. LOADS of pictures will be posted tomorrow from the date party. Don't you worry about that. for now, cheers x.
