Omg has a lot happened...
Well. It is almost unfathomable what has happened in the last week or so. We have to start at last friday. I was in the room and my old roomie and her manwhore came in and went to bed. Then I went to bed because my mom,Lesley, Natala, Francesca, and Thomas were coming at around 9:30 so we could leave to get to the Day Out with Thomas the Tank. So when they got there they were still in bed and it was kind og awkward having them in bed and three little kids in the room. So anyway. We went to the Strasburg Railroad and had a great day. It was so cute watching Thomas. He loved it. Finally after beign there for ever, we left. Then we went to this Living Waters show which was absolutely disgusting and hilarious at the same time. Apparently it was sponsered by some huge christain group and it was all about loving your kids and spreading the word of Jesus and God. And then I almost lost it when they started to play 'Deck the Halls". There's the part where they sing "Don we now our gay apparel". Well, since the whole big gay marriage thing, they probably thought it best to not say that word. So the line was changed to "Don we now our FINE apparel". Omg, did I lose it. We're walking up the aisle and i'm laughing and people are looking at me cause the story was about this old couple.
So after that we went out to eat at Friendly's. I had icecream and that was the last good thing to happen for a while. So I get back to the room and i'm supposed to have the two little girls sleep in the room with me. But as we all walk into the hallway, Lauren comes running down and yanks me into the stairwell we just came out of. She was like they're in bed going at it. I'm like I don't believe it. They had no idea when I was coming back. So I walked up to the door, knocked twice, and unlocked it. They were in bed with the covers over them. So I was already a little teary and the rap music blaring made it worse. Then the next rack comes on and its some man vomiting. That made me sick and I started to really cry. So my mom was like what are you going to do? And I said I didn't know so she said come stay at the hotle with us. That seemed like the best option because I couldn't have stayed in that room any longer or I most likely would have killed her. So I was flat out crying by then, so I threw a bunch of stuff into my back pack and slammed the door. Now our doors aren't cheap hollow wood things. They are solid wood, so it made a very very loud noise. heehee. I didn't feel sorry at all. Then I hugged my mommy and cried even harder in the middle of the hall.
So we ende up in the Best Western on campus, all six of us in one room. It was fun. Until the idiots upstairs above us started to party and intentionally stomp back and forth across the floor. My mama called the front desk twice. A little bit after the second time she called there was a loud punding at the door. My mama got up to see who it was and it was some black lady from the party up stairs apologizing. She so did not need to come down and pund on the door. It was around 12:00 and all the little ones were alseep already. They can be so ingnorant sometimes.
The next mornig we went to Denny's for breakfast, and then to Park City mall. That was fun. We bought a bunch of stuff. I got the cutest pair of flats. They're black with white stiching and they have this little strap with a bow. I love them. Around 1 ish we headed back to the dorm. We got into the dorm and when i opened the door they were still in bed. OMG. How long can you stay in bed? AND the room reeked. It was digusting. I held my breath long enough to throw my stuff on the bed and get out. I went to Julia and I was like can I hang in your room for a while and she was like sure. Then my mom and everybody was getting ready to leave. So I followed them down and was getting a little sniffly.
Then out of the blue (ok kind of) my mom was like I'm going to talk to Ana (the GA). So she walks around to her appartment and comes out about 10-15 minutes later and says, Let's go, you're moving. I was sooo happy I kind of started to cry. We went to the front desk, got a key to my new room, and took the elevator back up. My mom went down to tell Lesley and then we came back up. I opened Kristen's door (my new and better roomie wasn't there) went over to the other room, opened that door, turned on the light, and grabbed a handful of stuff. I felt soooo sorry when we apparantly woke up my old nasty roomie and her manwhore. She stalked out of the room cause we had six people going in and out every couple of minutes. heehee. I love beign evil.
So we got all of my stuff out, including the fridge. And then I spent one luxurious night in a boy free, clean, good smelling room. It was heaven.
Follow up and proof that my old roomie is a flaming bitch: We have these little emotion things on the door where you can put a frame over a face. On Sunday when I came back (after slamming the door sat night) her frame was on the 'enraged' face. Like she had any reason to be that way. Then Monday morning I was going to the bathroom and her little frame was changed to 'blissful' What a bitch. I hate her so much. I can honestly say I watch her die, even if I had a chance to save her.
Ok follow up. So last night I was sitting in the hallway talking to my mom when Ana comes walking down the hall with a POLICE OFFICER. I almost died. Ana knocked on the door and when she opened it the poilce man came around the door frame and asked for her manwhore to follow him. I seriouly did not blieve my eyes. And then Ana was talking to her and she was like she should have said something and I was thinking yeah maybe I should have, but you should have asked before you brought him into the room. Then I could have set ground rules, instead oif leaving it to me to bring up the whole subject. Jesus she is so dumb. So then I heard her talking about what the police man had said and I heard "aiding and abetting a fugitive". Well. So I was living with a fugitive. Fun times.
Then on Tuesday my friend from across campus tried to call me to say that she couldn't meet me for dinner. Well she got my old nasty roommate, who said, and I quote, "She fucking moved out." and hung up Wow. What a bitch.
So anyway now I live with Kristen, who rocks my socks. She is the best roomie in the world. I love her! Everything is better and i'm having fun. Yay for angry mommies who get things done. and sorry that this is so long but I haven't written in forever. Once again- yay for cookies, friends, new roomies, and mommies who love you. :)
So after that we went out to eat at Friendly's. I had icecream and that was the last good thing to happen for a while. So I get back to the room and i'm supposed to have the two little girls sleep in the room with me. But as we all walk into the hallway, Lauren comes running down and yanks me into the stairwell we just came out of. She was like they're in bed going at it. I'm like I don't believe it. They had no idea when I was coming back. So I walked up to the door, knocked twice, and unlocked it. They were in bed with the covers over them. So I was already a little teary and the rap music blaring made it worse. Then the next rack comes on and its some man vomiting. That made me sick and I started to really cry. So my mom was like what are you going to do? And I said I didn't know so she said come stay at the hotle with us. That seemed like the best option because I couldn't have stayed in that room any longer or I most likely would have killed her. So I was flat out crying by then, so I threw a bunch of stuff into my back pack and slammed the door. Now our doors aren't cheap hollow wood things. They are solid wood, so it made a very very loud noise. heehee. I didn't feel sorry at all. Then I hugged my mommy and cried even harder in the middle of the hall.
So we ende up in the Best Western on campus, all six of us in one room. It was fun. Until the idiots upstairs above us started to party and intentionally stomp back and forth across the floor. My mama called the front desk twice. A little bit after the second time she called there was a loud punding at the door. My mama got up to see who it was and it was some black lady from the party up stairs apologizing. She so did not need to come down and pund on the door. It was around 12:00 and all the little ones were alseep already. They can be so ingnorant sometimes.
The next mornig we went to Denny's for breakfast, and then to Park City mall. That was fun. We bought a bunch of stuff. I got the cutest pair of flats. They're black with white stiching and they have this little strap with a bow. I love them. Around 1 ish we headed back to the dorm. We got into the dorm and when i opened the door they were still in bed. OMG. How long can you stay in bed? AND the room reeked. It was digusting. I held my breath long enough to throw my stuff on the bed and get out. I went to Julia and I was like can I hang in your room for a while and she was like sure. Then my mom and everybody was getting ready to leave. So I followed them down and was getting a little sniffly.
Then out of the blue (ok kind of) my mom was like I'm going to talk to Ana (the GA). So she walks around to her appartment and comes out about 10-15 minutes later and says, Let's go, you're moving. I was sooo happy I kind of started to cry. We went to the front desk, got a key to my new room, and took the elevator back up. My mom went down to tell Lesley and then we came back up. I opened Kristen's door (my new and better roomie wasn't there) went over to the other room, opened that door, turned on the light, and grabbed a handful of stuff. I felt soooo sorry when we apparantly woke up my old nasty roomie and her manwhore. She stalked out of the room cause we had six people going in and out every couple of minutes. heehee. I love beign evil.
So we got all of my stuff out, including the fridge. And then I spent one luxurious night in a boy free, clean, good smelling room. It was heaven.
Follow up and proof that my old roomie is a flaming bitch: We have these little emotion things on the door where you can put a frame over a face. On Sunday when I came back (after slamming the door sat night) her frame was on the 'enraged' face. Like she had any reason to be that way. Then Monday morning I was going to the bathroom and her little frame was changed to 'blissful' What a bitch. I hate her so much. I can honestly say I watch her die, even if I had a chance to save her.
Ok follow up. So last night I was sitting in the hallway talking to my mom when Ana comes walking down the hall with a POLICE OFFICER. I almost died. Ana knocked on the door and when she opened it the poilce man came around the door frame and asked for her manwhore to follow him. I seriouly did not blieve my eyes. And then Ana was talking to her and she was like she should have said something and I was thinking yeah maybe I should have, but you should have asked before you brought him into the room. Then I could have set ground rules, instead oif leaving it to me to bring up the whole subject. Jesus she is so dumb. So then I heard her talking about what the police man had said and I heard "aiding and abetting a fugitive". Well. So I was living with a fugitive. Fun times.
Then on Tuesday my friend from across campus tried to call me to say that she couldn't meet me for dinner. Well she got my old nasty roommate, who said, and I quote, "She fucking moved out." and hung up Wow. What a bitch.
So anyway now I live with Kristen, who rocks my socks. She is the best roomie in the world. I love her! Everything is better and i'm having fun. Yay for angry mommies who get things done. and sorry that this is so long but I haven't written in forever. Once again- yay for cookies, friends, new roomies, and mommies who love you. :)