An unsuspecting fifteen year-old gets hit with college life. Hilarity ensues.

I know I said it was hilarious, and it really was, but I’m too lazy to write all of my shenanigans down tonight. I’m just about funned out for today. So instead, I will use this a a placeholder for a post about today, coming tomorrow, so that it seems like I did actually write it all down today. Also, nobody is going to check the blog tonight, or even tomorrow, so I’m sure I’m the only person that’s going to see this.

Oh well, a preview at least, so I don’t forget it all.

After getting up painfully early in the morning, like I have to do every weekday, I walked groggily into the kitchen, and ate my traditional bowl of dry Wheaties (See? Hilarious!).

Well, this isn’t really going in the right direction…

Let’s try again.

After getting up painfully early, I ended up getting to the school thirty minutes early, since my Mom is my ride, and she goes there as well, but only thirty minutes earlier than I do. I waited around, pulled out the trusty netbook (The Eee PC 1005HA, just in case you were wondering), caught back up in Castle Age, and recruited a few more people to write three-sentence summaries of me. This was all, of course, terribly exciting.

So there I was, sitting in the hall while surfing the ‘nets and such, when all of a sudden this guy walks by carrying a box of tissues. A whole damn box of Puffs. Now, don’t get me wrong, tissues are essential if you’re sick like I was last weekend, but seriously? A Whole box? I guess that’s what seems the most logical when you have thirty seconds to get out the door and to class, but it seems like taking a bunch of tissues and putting them in your pocket is better than taking the (whole, damn) bedside box of Puffs.

But the real fun began when my legally-deaf Psychology professor walked in and announced that she had forgotten her hearing-aids (Which I also wear, by the way) in her car. After that, she asked us if we did the homework assignment that she had asked us to. Most of us (myself included), said yes. Her response was “I can’t hear you.”

After a few more equally awkward situations, she told us to extrapolate the traits for commercial stereotypes on the board while she retrieved her hearing-aids.

Now, we skip ahead to that awkward hour after I get out of class and have to wait before Mom does.

I’m sitting in my usual seat in the student center, once again surfing the ‘nets, when one of the SGA people walks in with a stereo and tried to plug it into the TV. These SGA people, you can just tell them from the rest. They’re always the ones moving the tables about for that night’s event, or testing out some new thing the school has. So, there are two people over there trying to plug a stereo in to the TV for external sound. I was just about to walk over there and offer assistance, because I’m usually good that this stuff, when another guy walks over and plugs in in correctly. As soon as he does this, though, loud hip-hop music starts playing. Most people would turn it off, because it’s unnecessary,  but here, this whole group of people starts dancing to it.

They do turn it off after a minute or so, but I still think it’s funny that the first reaction is dancing,  not quiet (I don’t dance, if you can tell).

Right after this, one of the few people I talk to on a regular basis runs up, asks me if I have my camera (he knows about my whole photo-obsession thing), I say no, and he runs off without any explanation. About five minutes later, he comes back and tells me there’s cake. I, being quite enthused by this cake, follow him back to the source of all these cake rumors. The source just happens to be a cake that says, in hot pink lettering, “Scone is Ghey!”

Scone happens to be the nickname of the anime club’s president, and he is not gay.

The cake was good, at least, but there were no plates. I used my Psychology notebook as a plate instead. It worked pretty well.

After all that, and some hasty planning for the night’s Dungeons & Dragons session, I went back up to the school for the Anime Club’s meeting. This was the first time I had gone, and I wasn’t going because of any particular love for anime. It was to meet this group of people, who seem to hang out pretty much everywhere and do geek stuff. I like geek stuff, and think that these people are going to be my best be for any sort of friends at this college. Hardly any of the “anime-club people” showed up, though. It was about eight people, and all we did was talk about their upcoming trip to a local convention. At first, I was a little jealous, because a fifteen year-old doesn’t really go spend a weekend in a hotel room with ten other college students. But I quickly realized that all the rumors are true, about what happens at a con stays at a con. Also, I don’t care enough about anime to really go to another con and spend all of my imaginary money on crazy stuff, most of which would be immediately thrown out by my mother upon return.

We didn’t get around to watching anime after all, because, after an hour and a half of argument about Scone’s accounting practices, everyone was fed up, and decided to leave.

Damn, this is why my book never got chosen at book club. We were supposed to “preview” the book, not give a blow-by-blow account of it. After my book, everybody felt like they had just read it, not heard my talk about it. I suppose this was a little more deliberate, since a thousand words doesn’t just write itself in a matter of minutes, but same concept.

Also, I just told you the whole story, so don’t expect me to “finish” it tomorrow. Tomorrow will bring new and not nearly eventful things. At least I don’t have class, so there’s no reason to get up as painfully early.

Good night, all.