information overload

I got back from the bar around three tonight. Coming up the stairs, winded in that slightly drunk smoked too many cigarettes kind of way, I see streamers. Crepe paper streamers. Past the streamers? Balloons, on the ceiling and the floor. Colored paper all over the walls. And a huge red sheet of colored paper on the floor. There are giant paper cameras and microphones all over the walls. And I see, on the bulletin board, I have my name beneath a paper trophy labeled "Most Outgoing." There are foam crowns on all the doors, including mine. Plus a huge blue star with my name on it.

Um.

I seem to have forgotten that they planned on decorating the bulletin board tonight. I didn't know the board incorporated everything else in the hallway. Including a desk chair parked in the C-room hall labeled "Director." My paranoia tells me they might have done this just to fuck with my head, for as far as I know there's no hall decorating contest going on. Or maybe they had a bit too much to drink.

There's a photo of two girls' asses across the hall. All I think when I leave my room is "OMG, circus!!" Jeeze. They did a decent job, though. A lot of work. And it sufficently weirded me out. Bonus.

I had a hot goth chick bellydancing in front of me tonight at the bar. Never met her before, probably never will again. I remember the same thing happening with the table-dancing gypsy chick several years ago, and I kick myself to this day for it. Granted, we were both drunk enough then to do someting. Tonight, not so much. Someone'd have to be either pretty drunk, or Bunnyman, to make a move on me anymore. That's alright, 'cos I can easily do without. Doesn't stop me from thinking about it though.

Meetings went well. Poor liberal arts students were saddened to see that everyone thinks our disciplines are as useless at the business world does. I have one whole student so far. Go languages.

I have to go home this weekend, contrary to former plans. This means I will be able to get almost no homework done. No catchup. Nothing. Sometimes, as bad as it may seem, I hate having people rely on me, or look to me for assistance. I'm restless; I need my schedule, but elsewhere. New routines. I don't know.

Maybe I'll go wander the halls, then work on Chinese.

edit: I had forgotten all about Parent's Weekend. Maybe 'cos I didn't have any reason to remember it. It seems there is some decorating contest going on, but oddly enough it's either restricted to the girls' halls, or only the girls feel like participating. Ours has the most "Holy crap, balloons!!" feel to it. I think we'll win. Granted, I had nothing to do with this.