and the insanity begins

tonight i tried to unlock my dorm room with the key to the costume shop.

this is a bad sign.


it's homecoming week, and surprisingly enough, i don't think it is going to be that stressful. this is mainly due to the fact that the only thing i have this week school-wise is a map quiz in world geo on thursday. on europe. not expecting any problems there. so, for the first time in three years, i think i'm going to be able to truly enjoy homecoming. i also love the shirts. everybody else keeps saying they think they are ugly, but they're right up my alley - a black and white picture of one of the homecoming queens from the 50s getting coronated. i love it. i just wish i'd known that's what they were doing; i've got some even funnier pictures from the old yearbooks.

this past weekend was a blast. ian, mel, ryan, and i went down to pittsburgh after the football game on saturday. we went to a high school band festival (yes, we are band nerds - we don't care) to see ian's high school band march. well, they don't march so much as dance. it was unreal. i couldn't for the life of me figure out how they hop around like that and play at the same time. there was also another dancing marching band with a midget. he played the trumpet. made me happy.

after the festival we went to molly brannigans, which is this totally sweet irish pub in pittsburgh. zinger's brother is one of the bartenders there, so she was planning on meeting us. getting in was interesting, because as we walked up, we had to stop so ian could make a phone call. i guess we must have all been looking at the bouncers funny, because we overheard them making comments about how we must all be underage, how we were going to just try to sneak in, etc. so we walk up, nod to the bouncer, and walk through the door. they wait until we are through the entryway before they call us back to check our IDs. to me it would have made more sense to check them as we walked up, but whatever. as he checked mine (which took him four times as long as it took for the other three due to the fact that people in PA can't ever figure out my license; next time we go out i'm going to hand them my military ID, just to see the confusion), he made some comment about how we had the same birthday. i didn't think anything of it until later, when he kept staring at me, and ian was like, "laura, that was a line. he was hitting on you." i never notice these things. which explains a lot about my love life.

zinger was a riot. when she got there, the first thing she did was climb on the bar to give her brother a hug. not over the bar, not around the bar. she actually crawled up the chair, and climbed completely on the bar. it was really great seeing her; she hasn't changed a bit. the rest of the trip was great too, except that we had to come back earlier than we wanted so that they could go to some boring recital. not fun.

my goal for this week is to actually get some work done ahead of time. so far, i have been entirely unsuccessful.