At approximately 6 AM, I was so rudely awakened by some marching bands playing in the football field across the street from my dorm room. Yeah, I was upset that they started so early. How inconsiderate! But the anger I felt this morning is nothing compared to the frustration I am feeling now, fourteen hours later. Why is this happening to me?!
Marching band competitions should be held at some other college where the football field is a safe distance away from every single living soul that may ever want to sleep or otherwise not go insane. They sound amazing most of the time, but I still feel like this is the seventh circle of Hell.
Also, Roommate almost died today. This morning, after This Guy got here, Roommate began to feel these horrible chest pains that lasted well over a half an hour before she asked This Guy for a ride to an urgent care center.
Yeah, I was worried, but I was also just really glad to get away from those damn marching bands.
In the car on the way to the doctor, I kept imagining Roommate suddenly having a fitful seizure in the back seat and I wouldn't know what to do about it. In the waiting room, I kept asking This Guy, "What if she's, like, terminally ill and I have to take care of her?" or "What if she has heart cancer?" I'm pretty certain there's no such thing as heart cancer.
Anyway, she's not dying. She has some weird inflammation of the cartilage between her rib cage and her sternum that's causing her to hurt when she breathes. God, no thank you. Breathing is nice and I would prefer it didn't hurt. Apparently, the only cure is approximately 6,000 Advil daily. She'll be cool.
After Roommate finished scaring me, This Guy and I went to the movies to see Paranormal Activity 2, which was amazing. Then we went to McAlister's and had a delicious meal before he had to traverse across a billion miles to get back home tonight.
In short: Saved Roommate's life, saw Paranormal Activity 2, ate a giant baked potato stuffed with chili, pouted, became murderous with rage at the marching bands that are STILL PLAYING AT 9:30 PM.
- Christa
P.S. How to Train Your Dragon is a wonderful movie.
EDIT: The bands finally stopped at midnight. Beautiful.
Ah! Was Paranormal Activity 2 more frightening than the first one? Cause I was thinking of seeing it...
ReplyDeleteI agree, How to Train Your Dragon was a lot better than I expected it to be. It was heartwarming.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I have no intentions of seeing PA2. Is that in the works for Saturday?
Manisia, Paranormal Activity 2 was just as scary as the first, but was an all-around better movie.
ReplyDeleteJenni, PA2 is not on the agenda for Saturday. Andrew and I are not staying up all night with you again haha
First off: Yes, there is such thing as heart cancer...but it doesn't last very long.....................................................................................................................
ReplyDeleteSecond off: BACK THE HELL UP! YOU DEAL WITH THE MARCHING BANDS! ENJOY THE MUSIC AND TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY CULTURED UP ISU AND MADE IT THAT MUCH MORE WONDERFUL FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL SATURDAY!!!
P.S. They played until the wee hours of the morning because of rain delays...I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ITS BEAUTY!!!
-Justin O.
Hahaha Thanks for the enlightenment, Justin. I enjoyed the bands most of the time, but bands < sleep.
ReplyDeleteBands>everything else. :-/
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