Even in Florida it rains sometimes. And this weekend was one of those times.
The week flew by in its usual flurry of homework and more homework. This semester is ridiculous with its workload. I’m writing so much, but it’s rarely ever stories or novels or plays, like it was over the summer. It’s essay after essay, and blog posts and articles and stuff for class. I miss the summer, and its endless hours to be filled writing whatever I want. And sometimes a Bat Outta Hell song will come on and I’ll find myself itching to write more scenes for our mostly-finished musical.
Speaking of Bat Outta Hell, one of the highlights of the week was having a read-through with my friends (I still don’t really know how that
happened. I had the script pulled up and some people were over and we just…sat down and read it through. They had some good suggestions.) Everyone liked it. God I hope this show will get off the ground one day.
Another highlight was Wednesday. Kat and I do pretty well for ourselves with the whole no-car-but-need-to-get-to-the-store thing. We have friends. But Wednesday we were a critical no milk or eggs or bread situation. So, after burning through most of our friends with cars, I got Ari, who was sick, to take us out. We made soup and watched Star Trek as a reward. The best part was how little Ari and Kat knew about the Star Trek universe. I spent most of the movie waxing poetic about this series. I sounded like a total nerd, but by the end Ari was promising to watch Enterprise, so it was worth it.
And then Girl’s Night, where Patricia swung by and we broke out the baked brie and wine and dried fruit and cheese. So incredibly girlie, made worse by watching massive amounts of Gossip Girl and talking about boys and spying on the apartment across from us. Sometimes I feel like we wandered into a movie about college. We’re such stereotypes. It feels kind of amazing.
But that brings us to our rainy weekend. Saturday didn’t seem so bad until you stepped outside, and realized it was actually drizzling, little raindrops absolutely everywhere. So. Kat decided to stay in and watch the UF game while Ari and I went to see FSU. We only stayed for a quarter, because it was wet and strangely cold and we were beating them soundly after only fifteen minutes.
The coolest part of the game was that it was military appreciation day, so there was a small battalion of army and navy officers, and there were parachuters. Yup. There were three guys who parachuted right onto the fifty yard line of the stadium. And even with the rain, there was a good-sized crowd to appreciate this.
But Ari and I couldn’t stand to stay there and get wet, so we went back to the apartment and watched The Great Gatsby. Ari had been dropped off for the game, since parking is impossible, and after the movie she couldn’t rouse any of her friends to come get her. So we improvised a sleepover, complete with popcorn and Who Framed Roger Rabbit? I haven’t hosted a sleepover at college yet. It feels strangely like high school.
And now we’re back to the regularly scheduled week. And another pile of homework.