Everybody's Workin' on the weekend

Okay. So everyone doesn't sleep on the weekend, but I sure do. I have every right to. It has been one crazy week. I joined Pied Pipers, passed the essay to become exempt from English 101, envented a new rescue signal for girls on campus, scoped out the social clubs, got a new roommate, and learned I have no study skills. Who wouldn't be exhausted? I slept 9 hours last night and took a two hour nap today.
So far I have studied for Bible Basis of Missions and eaten. This post is purely in procrastination for studying speech com, aka the worst class in the world. I would gladly take Eric Brown every Sunday morning of my life or University Foundations until I graduated than take this class. I am fine at speech making. I need some improvement, but an 8-slide powerpoint showing
[ineffective] models of communication is not doing the trick.
Back to the craziness of this week. Pipers and english clep have already been discussed. Now i only have to tell you about the best rescue signal ever and my new roommate.
The rescue signal was invented at saturday night devotional. Shea, a good friend of mine, and I were talking when a *Nice boy showed up. Nicoll, Shea's sister came a few minutes later to discuss something privately with Shea. This left me and this *Nice boy alone to talk. I immediately start scanning the crowded commons for anyone who was actually, or could pose as, an interested beaux of mine. there was NO ONE. this left me in a very interesting predicament. i was stranded this *Nice boy was talking incecently about things i didnt find funny or intresting. could i leave without being a jerk? if i continued to stay would i be stalked by this *Nice boy? finally, after what seemed like an eternity (actually only about 5 minutes), it occured to me! I had a party to go to. Scott Hall was having a birthday party!! i immediately excused myself, and the *Nice boy did the same. (i think he finally picked up the signal.) on my way to scott hall, i ran into shea and nicoll, where we immediatly instituted the multi-fingered nose scratch rescue. a stranded girl would simply scratch her nose with more than one finger if ever she needed saving, and the nearest girl would immediately come to her rescue. It's simple, really.
Now my new roommate's name is Allison. she is shy and anti social, and specifically placed with me so i could help her. no exageration. Missy, the housing woman, placed her with me sho she wouldnt be homesick. this girl sleeps and stays in her dorm room. she doesnt come to devo's becuase they are past her bed time. she doesnt know why people would want or need late minutes. okay, that was an exaggeration, but the following sentences aren't.
we have only ad one 10 minute conversation. i was showing her the bathroom in Siberia (my little hallway in HRH), and i told her about the sign up sheet for shower times and such things. IN explaining to her that i took my showers at night she says, "Ohh, you're a Night Owl?",*insert snotty, emo kid tone*. She moved her things in friday while i was in spanish class, then left town. i have no idea about how things will be, but she did tell me "don't worry about moving furniture. I will help YOU do that later"... so yea. that is my new roommate. that being said: I LOVE MEGHANN McGEEHEE!!! she was the best roommatein the world.
I am going back to studying now. Granny is helping me develope study skills. :)




*Nice: lives on Paul gray third floor, only discusses computers and napoleon dynamite, wears funny hats and glasses, and has very little redeeming qualities other than being a christian. generally creepy in every way.