Homecoming.
I think I really don't like Homecoming weekend.
Yesterday at work wasn't so bad. Lots of people/alumni were in and out of the art building but they just looked around and didn't really need anything. Which was good since I was busy.
Last night was kind of annoying though. My roommate's friend (I never really got to know) is back in town for the festivities and visits. She's kind of snotty. And I'm fine with people being stuck up or bitchy or whatever if they know it and choose it; but this chick really doesn't know how selfish and privelaged she is. She just really can't appreciate anything that doesn't meld with her social or moral codes. She says "hmm." a lot. Like "hmm" translates into "that's interesting" when it's not to her, or "hmm" I don't really agree but I won't say anything". Egh. But I'm laid back and don't mind her (and her little sister) staying here, it's just that her and my roommate tend to get.....Gilmore Girls-esque. Talking loudly and quickly is fine, but when it gets repetetive and overanalytical I want to kick something. Luckily L called me to see if I wanted some Whataburger, and yes! Yes! I would love some Whataburger!!!!11 Sorry girls, catch up with you later! L's parents are in town since they came to school here, so she was kind of equally tense about having their house clean and having to do stuff with them and whatnot. But we had fun at Whataburger. No matter what, Whataburger is always there for you.
Also, my school does an annual "Sing!" presentation where all the social clubs pick a theme and have a short show of mediocre singing and dancing. It's cute but costs money and takes forever and I've only gone twice. So everyone's all like "are you going? why don't you want to go? I'm in it, you should go!" I just don't like musicals or showtunes or even staged stuff all that much unless it's really good.
Also, one of my tires has been losing air and I found a nail head flat against the rubber. So I took it to my tire guy and apparently he's closed. No, not just for the Texas/OU game, but closed down. He was kind of old and I'm sure he figured with the economy it'd be a good time to finally retire. But he knows my dad and had a '65 Impala in the original gold that just sat in the back of his garage; he'd take the tarp off for me and be amused at how much I liked it. So now I've got to find a new tire place, but probably not today because it is the Texas/OU game and all. So I'll probably have to wait till monday and I don't want to drive on it much. But I also don't want it to just sit there until the tire is flat. And I can't get ahold of the parents to ask Dad where to go because they're probably roped in to stupid homcoming stuff.
*munches on internet-Mom sent cookies.*