palace of winds

Saturday morning (okay, afternoon) I was woken by a charming young man pounding on my door. I let him round me up (after taking a brief shower and getting dressed) and we got Steph over here and the three of us went down to “Dawg Days” (even though it was only one day), an activity kindly put on by the Student Activities Board. There were a few carnival rides and you could buy food and other minor amusements. We all tie-dyed t-shirts, which was damned fun because it’s been years and years since I’ve done that. Most of the rest of the day was spent sewing. Seriously. We’re all making various articles of clothing (dresses, skirts, shirts) because…well, we can. I brought my sewing machine down after spring break.

The vast excitement of pinning and sewing and changing the bobbin and thread and needle on the machine over and over (we needed different kinds of needles and colors of thread) was punctuated briefly by the bathroom window getting broken. Actually, it got broken before we started, but we didn’t know that. There were some boys outside playing around, and we heard this thunk. I assumed it was either something very minor which had fallen in the shower (again) or something had hit the brick wall of the dorm. I saw a boy come over and retrieve a baseball, so the latter seemed highly likely. Only later one of our suitemates came down and asked if we knew how the window had gotten broken. Then the officer came to make a report, and when he went out to talk to the boys they (at first) denied having done it, then claimed it had been with a tennis ball. Now let me tell you, they must’ve thrown this so-called tennis ball really hard to have broken that window. Or at least to have made a hole as big as it did. (The window was open; it’s one of those slidey kinds, so it hit the top pane and bounced off the bottom, since they were right next to each other. Luckily most of the glass did not come inside.) Plus I saw him come over and get a big white ball. Oh well.

Saturday night Kyle (the aforementioned charming fellow who, coincidentally, is mine and Steph’s stalkee) and Steph and I went to the Traschcan Punch Party at the Shack. Or the Love Shack for long; it’s kind of the theater people hang-out, and while I’m not a theater person they are. We had a lot of fun. Hee hee hee…

Saturday night I had the strangest dream, after I finally managed to get to sleep. I dreamt that I got a letter from my mom, and right before the end she put something like “Oh, and the baby is due in 7 1/2 months.” I was very surprised, to say the least, so I called and she was very casual about it: (er…I’m making this up, because I have no clue what she really said, but it’s the gist) “Oh, I didn’t tell you? Yeah, I’m having a boy.” It was rather distressing, in that benign way.

Anyway, that was most of my weekend. Sunday was much less crazy, and today was very nice for a Monday. In Literary Society we read Hamlet. We skipped the “boring” parts — I know none of them are boring, but we had to cut some stuff out to finish on time — and by the time we got to the end there were only four of us left. So we doubled up on parts very haphazardly, and performed the ending scene. We all got to die once, which was very nice. Yes, we are crazy. We like it that way.

So, that’s my update. I have a much better entry half-written that’s actually about something other than the mundanities (it’s a word now, so shaddup) I’ve been up to. All in good time…