391: My Attempt at Writing Posts in Word First...
It wasn't until recently that I actually started feeling the truth behind freshmen constantly bitching about the fact that Whittier's night-life is less than vibrant. (But I come from Sacramento, where people love to bitch for its own sake, so I found this more a comfort than an actual annoyance). But now that I'm not sleeping through the entire weekend anymore, the boredom's beginning to wear on me, too.
The last few weekends I couldn't really go out anyway, as I didn't have anything clean to wear. But I finally did my laundry on Saturday evening, and decided to get all gussied up in that purple dress shirt Michael gave me a few years back that didn't fit him and which has always fit me perfectly-nowadys, I usually pair it with this cute little black sweater-vest. But the last two buttons have come off that, so I need to get a new one. Anywho, got out Ye Olde Purple Eyeshadow to complete this ensemble, and I was off!
Of course, something fun to do didn't readily reveal itself. A lot of people were going to some mysterious “Club Shamrock” for some St. Patrick's Day party, and Devika had said she might be going to that around ten, so I went knocking on her door, but no such luck. It is usually at such moments that I am left at a loss of where to turn, but the Virgin Mary was with me! For who should come down the hall at this moment, wearing a green IRELAND soccer shirt, but Neslie's roomate (who, granted, I didn't know too well, but we were at least acquainted enough that approcahing her wouldn't be too awkward). She was going up to Harris to watch some beer pong with a friend-and, having heard so much about the supposed “Party Dorm”, I asked if I could tag along. (This friend actually turned out to be one Lance, who was another of my friend's ex-boyfriend-these are the kind of not-even-three degrees of separation you get at Whittier).
Now, you all know how leery I am about booze, but when you're in college, such things are unavoidable, and anyway, people here aren't exactly gonna force it on you, so I thought it might be interesting at least. And, she was right, it was a little boring at first, but once they got the table set up (they actually had to unscrew the door from their closet and set it on two chairs) the game proved to be at least mildly interesting, especially when my new-found roommate-of-a-friend joined up with Lance to beat the others. (As an added side note, I later found out she had the same name as my nice: Ana/Anastasia. And a couple of people playing pong were from up-north like me-Bishop and Mammoth-and the talk of rivers got me all excited. We high-fived over, “Central Valley girls represent!”)
Anywho, things ended early with some threats from an RA, and while my friend was on the phone, I began messing around with the pool table in the lounge. I had long yearned to play this game, but had obviously never had the equipment handy. Unsure of how to hold the stick, which was plastic and white and black, I proceeded to practice hitting the balls into the sockets. Later, Lance showed me how to play pool, and I found I actually had an aptitute for it, and ended up winning my first ever game! ^_^
Like I said, the night ended early-it's now a bit after midnight as I'm typing this-and once I got back to Stauffer I ran into Jade, who had come back from “Club Shamrock” slightly tipsy, rooting through her purse for her keys. She had apparently lost them-allegedly before she became drunk-and proceeded to pull out what you might expect (compact, lip balm); what you might not expect, but certainly not surprsing (empty pack of lucky strikes, a lighter with “big sis jade” in glitter on the side-she's in a “society”, read: sorority); and then some truly hilarious items, such as a packet of ketchup and an actual pair of golden heels. Me and Devika found this last pair of items especially hilarious.
So, yeah, other than that, my night's kinda boring, as I'm back in my room, listening to Rachael Yamagata-and typing this, of course. But it was certainly some new experiences and some things of note.