I'm a Little Bit Country.

I promise I am not purposely avoiding my faithful followers...just trust me when I say that nothing that has been going on this past week is anything that would be of interest or enjoyment to you.  But I know that if I left it at that, I would get an e-mail from each of my grandparents telling me that "everything you do is interesting to us! We love hearing the everyday mundane moments of your life!"  So to avoid the grandparent guilt-trip, I will disclose a few occurances.

I have basically been making decisions that both bore and scare me to death.  So I guess that's exciting.  Signing leases on apartments, going to a bank on my own to order checks, talking to Major advisers...you know, extremely entertaining things.   I have had a little bit of time for fun though!  I had been hearing about a little joint near campus that holds "Country Line Dancing" nights every Friday.  You had me at country! (Thats actually a lie.  I hate country.  But line dancing conjured images of the epic dance scenes in Footloose, so it intrigued me).  Anyways, I rallied together--more like dragged--some girls on my floor to come with me.  We are always looking for any excuse to wear a dress because it seems that the dress code here is sweatpants and pajamas, so we got all cute and went.  SO MUCH FUN.  Once you learn the steps, you feel like you're in a music video or flashmob or something awesome and spontaneous like that.  And I was even able to stand the obnoxious crooning voices that were leading my feet!  This place took their country nights very seriously...there were bouncers at the door, a light up dance floor in the center of the bar, and not a person in sight who was without boots and a hat.  We plan on going back every week.

This weekend my poor little Shelley (bike) had a little bit of a boo-boo.  Her basket broke off!  So very tragic.  Now I have to awkwardly hold everything in one hand as I bike and poor Shelley can just not handle being without what made her so cute! 

Hmm...we lofted my roommate's bed this week, so my room is now twice as big.  Plenty of floor space for...um...not quite sure what (some more clothing space would have been more appreciated!), but its nice and spacious none the less.  The Russian serviceman walked in bright and early Saturday morning with his drill that, as he stated, "sounds like Vworld Vwar Too" (<-- That was my attempt to phonetically type out a Russian accent).

Well this blog post has sufficiently taken up the 13 minutes that I was supposed to spend writing my History paper, so I must sign off now.  Happy Monday Being Halfway Over to you all!