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Hello, I am YFAT or Lo. I have been writing on Journal Scape for eight years now, working on my ninth. How the time flies! This journal chronicles my random thoughts, high moments and sometimes low, throughout high school, college, and now beyond, into the world of "adulthood", whatever that means.
2010-02-14 8:25 PM
Let the Good Times Roll
It's been a good week and a great weekend.
Yesterday night will go down as one of my most memorable and loved days/nights at college.
It started in the morning, woke up, leisurely stretching in my bed, feelings like a baby as I grabbed my toes and just enjoyed the whole process of unfolding from sleep. I turned on my radio and got up, tidied up my room a bit (I'm trying to keep in the slob habit in check). A friend from upstairs came and chatted with me before brunch and we enjoyed the relaxing elements of my room, bathed in the mid-morning sun-snow glow from my windows. I think I have adopted the tendency from my mom to make spaces appear comfortable and lived in, the right amount of color balance and clutter.
Breakfast was nice. Work was leisurely (I only charged out one book on my whole three hour shift...). I sat behind the desk thinking about my parents and how funny it was that they had both planned secret get-aways for each other this weekend, then figured out that they were each planning for each other and then had to combine their plans together. It really is funny how that happens, that they can be married for so long as to have a kind of unplanned mind meld.
Then my cellphone rang and it was the mail room calling to tell me that I had flowers there waiting for me. I left work for moment and discovered the most BEAUTIFUL flower arrangement waiting for me in a vase. It was from Mom and Dad and I couldn't keep the smile off my face. The flowers were yellow, pink and purple- tiger lilies, roses, some babies breath. I love that they weren't just boring old red roses but were my Oddline colors.
I brought them back to work with me and kept getting questions about who had gotten them for me. I fooled Vicci for a moment since I set the flower thing as a sender-ambiguous facebook status (which felt good since I'm kind of pissed at her right now for reasons that are not even worth paying any more mind to).
I had the chance to watch some of my beloved Food Network before dinner. Dinner itself was quite nice. Afterward I met up with Jew Matt and a few other friends to have another Nerf fight. It was a fuuun time. I had a very proud moment when I was on Matt's team after he "died" and I went on to secure a win by taking out the other team (only two versus two mind you but I found out I can aim).
After the short Nerf fight I went off to another dorm to get ready to surprise my good friend Paul. He's been complaining for two weeks now that no one was going to do anything for his birthday, moan moan whine whine.
The friends conviened in the upstairs lounge, waiting for our friend Mary to get there with cake and making pasta while Paul was oblivious to our presence in his room.
While waiting to spring on Paul my friend Jason dropped by. Judging by our interaction I feel as though there is still some sexual tension between Jason and I...as in "the offer still stands for fun times". I am a twenty year old. It's Valentines Day weekend. I have a vagina. It really sucks. Enough said on my no-action-temptation-frustration. I will continue behaving myself. He and I were cool the rest of the night but I can't say I didn't feel the vibes at the back of my mind. (Mind, right, it was totally my mind...)
Anyhoo, finally we were about ready and all moved into the hallway, getting ready to spring. Deja went downstairs to distract Paul by asking him to help her find something in the basement and grab laundry. Meanwhile about ten or fifteen of us carrying cake, ice cream, a garbage bag of balloons and Happy Birthday signs snuck down the stairs very quickly and into Paul's room. We all arrange ourselves and wait for them to come back.
We hear Paul's heavy footsteps in the hall, the door handle turn and "SURPRISE!"
His expression was priceless, the biggest smile ever that just would not leave his face. He kind of chuckled awkwardly, flattered and completely shocked.
We moved the party out into the lounge and set up all the stuffs. I nearly missed the happy birthday song when I had to go to the bathroom. I RACED back out into the lounge three quarters into the song and made everyone laugh as I nonchalantly posed against the wall and joined in for the last few lines.
It was a great time with friends, throwing balloons around, taking pictures. When Paul was going to eat his cake Deja dove over, swiped a finger through his frosting and dotted each of Paul's cheeks with it. His natural response "I've always been told I'm pretty sweet." King o' da Puns right there, ladies and gents. Paul got a picture of himself with all the women there (10) and then all the guys (4) as a comparison of how many girls he hangs with out regularly.
Then there was this epic photo:
It totally looks like I am beating the crap out of him (except the broken wrist, WEAK!). Sooooo fun!
Deja sang a song for Paul ("I Need a Hero") and then my other friends broke out into Phantom of the Opera and Grease and various other tunes, their choir voices soaring. We all sang the alma mater (me: "Is the party over now?" -laughing- We usually sing it at the end of traditions events). There was a tickle fest and a poke-train too. Funny thing is we were in the "Quiet Lounge" and most likely everyone in the building could hear us, haha. Soooo worth it! I love them all!
Afterwards I stopped by the dance going on but the 80's theme wasn't my thing. I appreciate 80's music well enough but the rest of it is a no-go.
Still one of the best days on campus ever. Paul's party was soooooo fun. It was so just...us as a group of friends, singing, bad puns, fake attempted murder, an abundance of women and lack of men, random activities like batting balloons or attempting to find someone with a lighter for the candles because none of us smoke.
The preceding week had been pretty good too. Fun forking times.
Oh and I have a functioning radio now which makes me VERY happy. I'm tuned into a pop variety station so every time that Taylor Swift song comes on about Romeo and Juliet I just groan and wonder how many kids are learning the wrong (aka pretty and happy ending) version from her. Ugh.
That's it! Homework time (fer reelz now).
Happy Valentines Day everyone! Even if you're single you've still got love: friendship.
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