the Dalaverse

Sometimes my school is stupid.

Like today, for example. I'm in the shower around 10:45, merrily sudsing away, when Michelle and Alexis poke their heads in the door and tell me that there's a bomb threat and Public Safety is kicking us out of the quad. So (thankfully mostly clean) I grab my towel and my glasses, throw on underwear, a bra, the pants I slept in last night, and a sweatshirt, remember to grab my ID, and hoof it over to Waring Commons, because nothing ever happens to those bitches. The whole rest of North Campus was evacuated, but the WC folks are enjoying their Saturday morning rest. I put on semi-decent clothing and deodorant, but didn't brush my hair or teeth and did I mention how much I loveadoreworship my contacts and how much I HATE wearing my glasses?

I find Vanessa and we sit in her car for a few minutes, since she has the unlocky-thingy but not the actual keys, and I'm a complete dumbfuck for not grabbing my purse, btw. Then I get severe hunger cravings so we hunt for snack machines in WC, but they don't take Flex. So we wander the long way around to the dorms, me bitching and moaning the whole way, where we first find snack machines and then converge on Laura. She is wonderful and gives us a hairbrush and some gum, and then she and Vanessa go off to their friend's house off campus to plan Bible study stuff, and I make my way over here to the campus center. I ran into Elizabeth and chatted for a bit, but her family's visiting so she had to go.

Oh, wait. I almost forgot the part where it's World Carnival, which is the biggest event of the spring, maybe the whole year, and draws off-campus crowds as well as most of the school. And the part where it's an open house weekend so we have prospective students and their parents crawling all over campus (which also means I'm not going to brunch because I don't feel like waiting twenty fucking minutes to get eggs and tater tots). I was swept up in a tour on the way up here and some girls passed us, saying, "Our school's not really this weird, we swear." Because dude, there's just giant crowds of displaced North Campus residences milling about everywhere.

And it's cold, goddammit!

Sigh.

Right now the plan is to hang around the library until they let us go back. God only knows how long that'll take.

Bleah. Just...bleahhhhhh.

Ooooh, look at James' 'aggravated' face. Yeah, that's about right.

BITCHES.

Woooooooot! The North Campus-ites have returned. My teeth are clean and I have peripheral vision again.

Ran into some of the suitemates on the way back and first the rumor was that two pipe bombs were found in the Crescent, but now that's apparently false. It was really very exciting, in a surreal way. Everybody was gathered around the campus center, there were (real) cops everywhere, and cars, and bomb-sniffing dogs, and a firetruck, and somebody playing the bagbipes. Which probably didn't have anything to do with the investigation, but nonetheless added to the atmosphere.

Hmmm. This probably means I have to actually do the work I was whining about being dragged away from.

Nah. Time to put on real clothes, whip up some microwavable Chef Boyardee, and watch "The Office"!