I disco-ed today! It was a good time and Ben's not so bad a dancer. We totally danced to “I Will Survive” like champs – it really wasn't that hard. He's so serious though, it's like “Chillax, dude. We're doing the disco!” Then, it WAS serious time in Calc. I feel like a lot of this is very repetitive. I know I've learned it before, but since I have, I lack the ambition to practice it more, which in turn makes me anxious because I think I should be practicing, but when I try to, I'm reminded of how annoying/boring/tedious it is to do something I'm pretty positive I know. Vicious cycle, I know. And sadly, the same goes for Chem. Worst part is I hear their tests are HARD. Ugh. Same old in English, but I do have to read Fall of the House of Usher (sweet!). I spent another three hours at the library working-ish. Once I came back to the dorm, Krystin asked if I wanted to go to the pool with her while she was lifeguarding again. I did. Until 8. And I was starving.
Here comes my best story so far. Okay, so I'm really really hungry and I decide to make two mac n cheeses instead of just one, but I only have the little single serving bowls, so I decide to put two of those into one of my big bowls (not a good idea, by the way – too little water, too much salt, not horrible, but not very good either). Well, after 4 minutes, it still wasn't totally cooked, so I put it in another 30 seconds. 6 seconds in, the fire alarm starts going off. Immediately, I shut off the microwave, start to freak out a little, flail about with Krystin (the only one around with me), and run out of the building shaking. It was just a drill. However, I was under the impression that it was ALL MY FAULT. Stupid mac n cheese. I then proceed to make a Facebook post that goes something like this:
“Dearest PSU Hazleton,
Thank you so much for scaring the shit out of me by deciding to run a random fire drill just as I put my mac n cheese into the microwave, which led me to believe that it was my fault the entire block of West Hall was in a state of panic.”
Yes, this was my night. After we were allowed to go back inside, Krystin and I shared a good laugh about this. I mentioned my post, and this was her reply:
“okay so how about next time i wont go to plug in my coffee machine and you never try to make two easy mac's at the same time and you wont have me flailing around the rooms runnning around knocking shit overr :)”
We then made crappy french vanilla coffee that was too watery and drank it out of bowls since we don't have coffee/tea cups.
It was a good day.
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