back to reality. oh there goes gravity.

Roomie's home. Weekend over. Class tomorrow.

Funny story about last night. Apparently around the age of 18 you lose the ability to stay up all night and play ping pong. That's me. The lock-in didn't even start until 1. Me and my ride left at 1:45. We're ancient. We know.

A little background info: at LSU your TigerCard is everything. It's your debit card, your student id, your meal plan, and half of your key to get into your dorm. Well, I couldn't find mine yesterday. Not wanting to keep my ride waiting, I left without it figuring someone would be able to let me in.

I got back to the dorm around 1:50 and knocked on the front door. The girl at the desk politely let me in, thank goodness (they really aren't supposed to do that). I still need this card to get in the stairwell. I ask her if she can let me in. Turns out, she doesn't live in our dorm and has no way to let me in. Call my RA. Phone's off. Roomie is out of town. Great.

The girl at the desk has apparently never run into this before and has no idea what to do. She tells me my RA works the desk at 6 and can let me in then. Um. 6 AM? Yeah, right. Finally I remember that one of the RAs on the first floor goes to the BCM. We call her and Claire saves the day. Imagine for a second though, me sleeping in the lobby.

Spent the evening with a girl from my family group and a bunch of her friends. That was a lot of fun except for the part where I had to come home to find a parking spot. OH MY GOODNESS. I drove around for half an hour trying to find a spot. Not by myself though. Me and half of LSU were on the scavenger hunt from Hell. Also, my gas light came on somewhere in that. Great. I'm going to run out of gas looking for a parking spot.

I finally resort to parking in communter parking. I call Campus Police and ask them if they have any better suggestions. Guess what. They don't. As I'm getting out of the car I look across the street and notice one empty spot. In front of that is a sign that says Residential Parking Only. That's me! I consider that a gift from a very understanding God.

Tips for 2010:
On Labor Day, when everyone is coming home from break, leave your car in a good spot.
Never, under any circumstances, leave your dorm without your student ID.
Don't be afraid to talk to the cute guy in the laundry room. It's very Ross and Rachel.
Be careful not to shrink your pillowcase in the dryer. Not a whole lot you can do about that.
Stay away from your floormates with any flulike sympotoms at all.