On Saturday my friend decided at 830pm that she was going to drive up here to see me, even though all day she had thought about it. She goes to college in Pennsylvania, Misercordia, so its easily a two hour drive. Her and her friend got here around 11pm and because of a gross, boring, rainy night... they ended up leaving at 2am. But she is going to come back up with more friends in two weeks when its planned to be a little better weekend for her to be here.
I am taking a bus to Binghamton on Friday after my last class and meeting my mom. This weekend is the annual Trevor Simpson Memorial Golf Tournament that I volunteer at every year. This weekend all of my friends that go away come home and everyone that is already home is so excited. The tournament is on Saturday and it is pretty much an all day thing. I have to figure out my ride home situation still, whether it is Evan or Ryan...
My roommate passed out in my bed on Saturday, at like 3 in the morning when I was ready to sleep. I ended up getting a cold that night and feeling like crap as well. Her being in my bed made thigns worse. I had to sleep on my friend's floor next door because I was too nice to wake her up and move her out of my bed. Why didn't she sleep in her own bed? Because her two friends were in her bed, great. If this happens again I am going to be really really unhappy. I try to be nice and pretty much make our room an open room, but enough is enough.
I need to find a job soon. The one I was looking at downtown was late nights and weekends. They are open till 3am Wednesday through Sunday, so I'm not even going to bother. That just screams no life to me.
Anyway, I can't wait to go home this weekend.
Peace.
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What a blog. Good luck with that gold tornament, I never really liked golf enough, but my dad watches it all the time. I understand you're trying to be nice, but that is your bed and you should be sleeping in it. Maybe you can count this as her free pass, but the floor, I can imagine, was pretty uncomfortable, right?
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