that girl was throwing up last friday night

title cred: a few weeks ago (maybe a month actually) m.cass and I were at the gas station late at night and we both had to poop. We knew if we went home to poop one of us would have to wait for the other, so we decided to royally wreck the kwik trip bathrooms and then head home. I walked into the ladies room and I thought I heard voices but all of the stalls looked like they were empty. (This works because I hate pooping in public bathrooms and if someone walks in in the middle of it I have to stop because I hate it)How wrong I was. When I got into my stall I immediately heard the voices again and realized that what was happening was there were, in fact, two girls in one stall and one of them was heaving up all of the alcohol she had drank that evening. The other one was trying to talk her through it and kept asking "couldn't you make it home?" She was constantly shut down by the vomit girl. Now, you'd think this inhibited my pooping, but it did not. See, they were making such a ruckus I don't think they even knew I was there. To add to the fun, right as vomit girl was heaving her 18th time, her phone started going off and was playing the song "Last Friday Night" by Katy Perry. So she had a little tune to puke along with, and there was more noise to mask my presence. I even got out of there without them coming out of the stall. Fantastic.
Moving on.
Monday was date day. Date day with beck, that is. We have spent almost the entire semester not seeing each other even though we have a class together. We literally planned a week in advance to hang out on Monday all afternoon. I even put it on my calendar. It was a really legit thing. We had a great time. Contrary to popular belief and custom, when apparel students get to "hang out" with their friends, that means they sit in the same room and do homework, exchanging random conversation that mostly revolves around how much homework they have and how little they've slept. When I told boss I had been doing homework for about 6 hours she asked why I hadn't hung out with beck. This led to a short but concise explanation of what my life really is. Example: If I drink on a Friday night, it is at home while I painstakingly move points around on Illustrator, or, if I'm not too drunk, I'm sewing up a storm. One has to find little ways to enjoy life. Just remember to leave your glass of red wine in a different area than where you are pinning your final fabric for your pants for your senior collection. WHAT, you'd think that would be obvious, but it wasn't really.
Moving on. Beck and I spent the afternoon watching Desperate Housewives and then we moved on to River Monsters. We got a little wild with that, for sure. In fact, someone decided a head wrap was a necessity for the viewing.

Now it's Wednesday, and it snowed slash rained all night and the entire town is covered in mush. Driving to work today was a huge mess, and my feet were immediately soaked upon stepping outside of my apartment. Oh, speaking of stepping outside of my apartment. When I did so I was slapped in the face with the fact that our parking lot had not been plowed. However, no one had wasted their time on getting to snow blowing the sidewalk. As furniture.man and I discussed a few nights ago, who walks on the sidewalk between the two doors? NO ONE. So why waste time spewing the snow off that part of the sidewalk and onto our cars when you could just plow the whole lot and shovel most of the sidewalk? Everything is a mess and if the neighbors hadn't both left earlier than me and blazed a trail with their cars, I doubt I would have made it up the hill. Ahh, customer service.