Homecoming Week

I wish that I could say that Homecoming Week at UWEC was really super awesome and exciting and more fun than a high school homecoming week, but it's really not. Sure, they had lots of events going on, but I couldn't go to any of them because they were all at 4:00, when I have marching band. Yet another reason why I hate marching band. Also, they weren't that exciting anyway, from what they looked like on paper. They had a pudgy bunny contest... pretty sure that's not safe and I am super curious as to why a nice university condones a potentially lethal game...

... but who am I kidding, the kids here do far worse partying.

Um, I'm not going to go into the party scene much here, but I will say, that yes, there were people drunk at 9am when we were walking to our parade spot.

So Friday night, I was just hanging out with some friends, but I went back to my dorm at like 11:30. I walk into the lobby and there is this big group of girls dressed in nothing but spandex, short-shorts, short-skirts, belly shirts, glittery sparkly nonsense, and only about half of them had a coat on. It was pretty obvious that they planned on "going out", but Jesus Christ, it's like 30 degrees out! What is wrong with these people?

I passed them by and I got into the elevator where I rode up with a group of guys. One of the guys had his sweatshirt pockets full of ping pong balls. Come on. Who do you think you're kidding? If you're going to try to smuggle stuff in (not that smuggling in ping pong balls is bad, maybe they jus really like ping pong, who knows), at least put it in a backpack.

... So I went to bed at midnight on Friday during Homecoming weekend. It was really lame.

Then I got up at 8 to go and get ready for the parade. The parade was at 10. It wasn't that exciting. I got photosniped by my speech teacher. It was really awkward because she came up to me afterward and is like, "Oh hi, Lacey, I got your picture in the parade!"

...


Ever noticed how every girls' name sounds like my name? All names are two syllables and end in the "ee" sound. Lacey. Ashley. Katie. Emily. Jenny. Sally. Angie. Shelly. Mary. Nancy. Carrie. Kaylee. Shaylee. Jessie. Hailee. Kelsey. Sydney. Julie. Laurie. Molly. Maggie. You get the picture. So I kept hearing names like that being called during the parade, and I keep thinking they are my name, but... chances are... they're not.





Then we performed at the game. No lie. It was really bad. But everybody was probably drunk, so it's not like it matters. Okay, the band was good, the guard was really bad. ... I won't go into detail, but let's just say that it had something to do with "getting all of your show done before the first performance is considered lucky". Except our show is still not done. .... So yeah.



And then we went to a chili cookoff after the homecoming game. Honestly, that was the best part of my whole weekend. I got to eat all kinds of delicious chili, and our chili ("Inferno Death Chili - Tastes Better Than Babies!") got sixth place out of ten. Actually, it tied for sixth, and our comments were: "Your chili looks like something out of a horror movie from somebody who should not be directing horror movies." Lol. I was okay with this. I mean, nobody likes us since we're freshman, so it's to be expected. But our chili was freaking awesome. End of story.





And then I went home, and I went to the clinic for another orthodontist appointment. And just because God hates me, he says to the orthodontists, "You know what would be a really good idea? Let's add insult to injury and make her wear rubber bands 24/7!"

... FML.





So I really wanted some Jones soda today. I drove all over town for just under two hours, and I did not find any except for the crappy Halloween kind. Then I went to the crappy corner store just a few blocks from campus, and they had any kind of Jones ever imaginable.

I won't lie. I did cry. A lot.



But wait, there's more, if you're interested in hearing more about my terrible life! So I had a job interview in Rochester for a holiday job on Thursday. I e-mailed my guard captain and asked her if I could miss band for a job interview. No. I can't. ... I mean really. So now I might not get my holiday job, because I've been trying to play phone tag with them for a couple days and I cannot get a hold of the HR lady anymore.

I HATE BAND.

I hate my life.





It's official. I'm changing my major. I'm going to be a communications major.