Friday Night's All Right for Fighting

Weekends in Riverside have been getting pretty eventful with my newfound friends. It makes life here a whole lot more exciting, but it also has its ups and downs.



First of all, I've been staying up way too late on weekdays. It's a bad habit, but it's fun. I'm going to start going to bed earlier, though, because I've been really tired throughout the day and I CAN'T fall asleep in class [anymore]. And hey! I only fall asleep in Philosophy! My other classes are MUCH too interesting to fall asleep in. But my philosophy professor-- oh boy-- he's a droner; he's interesting but his voice has that sound that just makes me want to go to sleep. Luckily, he posts all his lectures online, and his nearly his entire lecture is based around his powerpoint.



Anyway, so, about the weekend.



On Friday, after classes were over and done with, Kat and I were left, not knowing what to do. Usually, we would hang out with Anthony and James, Mariana, Jason, Ben, Sean... Cave People (this is not all of the Cave People, by the way), but on Friday night, it seemed that most people were out and about, going out with friends, or staying in to do homework. We got so bored that we googled "What to do in Riverside when you're bored." Nothing. Really? That's not entirely true; there was a list of 101 Things to Do in Riverside, but those were cultural events with set dates throughout the year, not what we were looking for. So, we started calling people up. The first person I call seems up to hanging out-- we just want to get out of the dorms, and he lives off campus. But, after a few minutes of talking, he decides against it. A quiet night at home is what he most desires.

We go to the R.A. She suggests parks, bowling, miniature golf, movies... all fun things, but we need more ideas and more people! So, I called my friend ______. I say, "______! You're fun and social! What is there to do in Riverside?" And she shouts, "Come to a frat party with me!" And I say, "Okay."

So, we, four of us in total, all get ready and drive over to the house and we all go inside, and it reminded me exactly of those movie frat parties-- people in theme costumes, slutty girls everywhere, dancing in one corner, a bar in the other corner, dark and decorated and intimidating. Firstly, it was up between me and my friend to be designated driver, so I called it, seeing as I've been talking about that being my job since before I got to college. Secondly, I took everyone's keys-- car keys and dorm keys-- cell phones and school IDs and I put them into one bag. And then it started.

It was really awkward, and more of an observation for me. It wasn't like being at an Oakdale party-- it wasn't like being at any party that I have ever been to, and I really don't think I ever want to go to a party like that again, unless someone asks me to be designated driver again. It was for the Jewish Fraternity, and everyone seemed nice enough, except for that EVERYONE who was drinking was way over their limit. After barely two hours had passed, one of my friends couldn't stand up by herself; her boyfriend, who is also one of my friends and officially a brother, kept begging her to give her cup to him, pleading with her to go lay down in the garage. The three of us had to coax her out of the house while her boyfriend forced her out of the house; I got the car and pulled it up to the driveway so she could be shoved into the backseat easily, and then we were on our way. The entire way home, she was trying to tell me which direction to drive, and she was actually right, although I was relying on the direction of another of my friends; a couple of times she said, "I'm getting out of the car now." and reached for the handle; the other girl in the backseat was like, "You can't do that," but she kept trying until I yelled, "______! DO NOT GET OUT OF THE CAR!" to which she stopped. When we got back to school, she kept trying to run off, down the stairs, declaring that she had to pee and that she had to throw up. She did neither until we got her into the dorms, which was difficult. It was hard to sneak her in, she was being so loud. At one point, she saw her friends in one room, ran in there, and fell into the refrigerator. Luckily, one of her good friends in the hallway was awake and ran in there and helped us with her, took her to the bathroom, helped her throw up, fed her, put her pyjamas on her, stayed the night with her. She's so motherly and caring. I was very impressed. Eventually, they got her to bed, and my friend and I returned to our side of the hallway to see to the other one.

During the course of the night, my friend, who I will now refer to as "Rex", recieved a text message from her friend from her hometown, about a mile up the mountain, about how this creeper was at her house-- she didn't know he was a creeper because she hadn't had the full story told to her yet, but for the past few weeks, this guy has been stalking Rex, being overly emotional with her, sending her scary love letters, writing her songs and recording them to CDs-- it's really scary. So, Creeper is at friend's house. It's almost 2:30 a.m. and we have decided that we're going to drive up to friend's house and go get that guy out of the house. But, there's two people who have been drinking, which leaves me and two other people in the car, and only two of us can drive. So I drive up, and another friend drove down. We get there around 3:30, stay for about fifteen minutes, get her to kick everyone out of the house, wait until that guy drives away, and then leave ourselves. We didn't get back until around 5, and then we all passed out.

Very eventful night. In writing, it seems like not so much, but in reality, it was intense, and all in the course of six hours.

On Saturday, I woke up around noon (yes, noon; I don't make a habit of it on weekdays, but weekends here are different), and went to brunch with Ben and Persiah. After brunch, I thought I would be able to go into my room and get some homework out of the way, thinking that my roommate would be gone, but no. I ended up just walking in, grabbing my stuff, and running to Ben's room, where Ben and Persiah were. I didn't get much work done in there, either--we played Family Feud online. Around 3 I decided I would go into my room and try to get some work done. My roommate, when I came in, decided that she was going to leave, so what do I do? I take a nap. I slept for about half an hour, for fifteen minutes, then ten, then five, and then decide it's time to wake up. It's about 4:15, so I call Depeche, as I have promised to call him this weekend; he's busy, so we agree to talk later. Kat gets back, so I go hang out in the Cave again, to wait for Anthony so that we (James, Anthony, Kat, Dylan, Becka, and I) can all go to the beach. When Anthony finally gets here, it's about six, so we all pile into Kat's five seat car (quite uncomfortably and very illegally) and Kat drives to Balboa Beach in Newport. We get a bonfire going, and we just chill, talking and laughing, roasting marshmallows, splashing around in the water. Ten is the time the beach closed, so we stayed until ten, just kicking it. I drove back to school. When we got back, we played three rounds of Bang, this pretty cool card game, and watched SNL. Around 3:30, we went to Freshh Donuts, the 24 hour donut place around the corner, and then went back to Anthony and James' room, where we were up until about five, when we sort of decided it was time for all of us to go to bed.

Woke up today around 11:45, sat around 'til 12, went to brunch with Persiah and Ben around 12:30, came back, and wrote this blog. Today is homework and phone call day, but mostly homework day, and I don't plan on coming out of my room until I get all of my homework done.

My roommate has had a guy over for the past two weekends, and the reason I've been sleeping over in James and Anthony's or Kat and Mariana's room is that I feel so awkward that I can barely walk into my room. I tried to talk to Jackie about it, and she said they would try to leave during the day, but during the day isn't when it's awkward. Last night I needed to come in around 3 to get my blankets and pillows, and I unlocked the door so I wouldn't wake them up, and when I came back, they had pushed the lock button so that it would "pop!" when I unlocked it. The same thing had happened earlier that evening, around midnight, and it's getting even more awkward and annoying. I don't want to be feel like I'm being ostracized from the room every weekend, but thankfully, I have friends who don't mind sleepovers. :) Sleepovers are fun anyway!

Registering for classes tomorrow. I'll let you know how it goes.

SO! That's a synopsis of the PAST TWO DAYS! All of this in just two days! CUHRAZY!!