Bumhood
So yay, it's been well over a month since I actually made a normal post. Today was not such a hot day. My alarm went off at 10:30 (yes, I am a sad and pathetic enough individual that I need an alarm to wake up at 10:30) and I hit a button. I was sort of half-awake and I thought for awhile about whether the button I'd hit was the snooze button, decided it was, and went back to sleep. Perhaps the speediest of you have guessed by now--it wasn't. I woke up again at 11:30 and had to shower, eat lunch and get ready before the van left, and the whole time my mom was freaking out and yelling at me about how ridiculous it was to have rehearsal today, which I totally agree with, but there's not much I can do about it, is there? So she called Katherine's mom and the two of them devised a complex system of ropes and pulleys to get us out of Boston if the blizzard got too bad. Well, not exactly. But they did come up with this whole system of communication to make sure we could get home ok, which of course completely broke down once we got there. Oh well. So I felt a few twinges of nerve pain when I was washing my hair (pardon me for my indelicacy in speaking of bathing...I am ashamed) but I thought it was just morning after a long sleep and I was stiff, and it would be fine. Well, by the time 3 o'clock rolled around, I couldn't raise my arm at all. Honest to god, I wouldn't lie to you. So I was sort of quietly freaking out about that and my mom called me up, hopping mad that I hadn't been there to answer my phone and I hadn't called to tell her that I'd heard the bus had been changed to 5. Also, Oliver nearly killed himself in an ill-advised encounter with the pavement, and I was a bit worried about him. So I sat out the rehearsal and my mom and I tried to call about a million people to figure out when orchestra was getting out and when the bus was actually coming. Orchestra actually got out at 5 and we got pizza, but suddenly I didn't really want the pizza anymore; I was in a pretty bad mood by then. They told me that since the next train wasn't supposed to come until 6:30 we should just wait for the bus, which was coming at 7, and dragged me off to Symphony Market to get me painkillers, which I finally convinced them I really didn't need. When we got back, of course, my mom called me up and went ballistic on my ass about not taking the train and not calling to ask her, although my understanding was that I was supposed to do whatever Katherine and Alex said, since their mother was the one who really knew what was going on. Oh well, she was concerned about me, and she kept on not being able to reach me because my phone wouldn't ring half the time, so of course she got worked up. Anyway, it was all a bit much, and I sat down in the middle of the lounge and started crying like a baby, not that it was HUMILIATING or anything. But Oliver came over to comfort me and he made me feel much better, even though it was about the most embarrassing thing in the world to cry in front of him. Yay! The bus (there were supposed to be two) finally came at 7 and most of us managed to squeeze on. The art majors had to take the train, poor things. They dropped us at the corner by school because they couldn't make it up the street, and then my mom walked up and we walked home together, because our street hadn't been plowed, let alone our driveway, and she couldn't get out. That was mostly it. In fact, this is all rather pointless. Oh well. Maybe I'll write something more entertaining tomorrow. Cheerio.