Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

Tuesday, 9:30 AM. I wake after having been asleep for roughly 17 hours, on and off. It's not important to my story except that I woke without an alarm, which put me in a good mood, and my Poli-Sci class starts right at 9:30, so I was skipping. Again.

I grab my showery things and walk down the hall to the shower, being happy because it's morning and I'm rested and the day is ripe with yummy possibilities. I get out of the shower at about 5 til 10. To get to work at 11:30 I have to eat lunch at about 10:30. (I know.)

I reach my door and turn the handle. Locked. I think my roommate must be getting dressed, so I knock.

No answer.

I panic, and knock several more times to no avail. I sit on the floor, slump again the wall and think. I now have two options:

• I can wait until my roommate gets back, which may be 12:30 or 1:00, and miss work while sitting out in the hall for 2 hours in my bathrobe, OR

• I can go check out a key.

Simple, you think. Easy. Go check out a key. Everything will work out fine.

Here's where I start thinking, "This is going to be a great story to tell at the Waffle House someday."

Where do I have to go to check out a key? The community office. And where is that? In a trailer in the middle of the quad. Past some construction workers, across the lawn, though the building to the desk. And then I have to talk to someone and explain why I'm standing there in my bathrobe, still very wet.

Thank goodness it was a warm day.

I walk down the stairs, take off my flip-flops and scurry over to the office door in my bare feet, tightly holding my robe shut against the blustering wind, and go inside. Breathe a sigh of relief that there is a girl sitting at the desk, check out a key, and scurry back over to the building, without being seen by almost anyone. Yey for that.

When I went back to turn my key in, I was wearing my Will Hoge shirt, and the girl at the desk is like "You like Will Hoge? I love him!" We get to talking about them, but now I will always associate Will Hoge with being naked. And not in the good way.

After work Melissa and I drive 2 hours to Turner Field to watch J,LC play four songs. It was so fun though. They were being broadcast on a big screen right above the stage (and I suppose, also on the big screen inside the stadium) and for some reason it just cracked me up, and I could not stop laughing hysterically even with Anne Martinez faux-scolding me. It didn't help either that there was even a zoom-in on Matt's pink mandolin, which to me just looked like they were zooming in on his crotch. Gives a whole new meaning to the term Jumbotron. (Bah-Dum-Ching!)

I should have some pictures up soon.

For anyone who has not heard yet: 106 West, Closed, This weekend. There is a wedding that Tollersons are attending and thus, not enough staff to run the place. Sam and Dixie Kirby in their never-ending indispensability have dressed me for this wedding and damn if I don't say I'm gonna look gooooood. Yeah.

Finally, for anyone interested I am currently signed up for the following for next fall:

(ANTH)CMLT 3180. Introduction to East Asian Cultures.

CMLT 3110. Literature of the Self.

MUSI 2040. History of Popular Music.

NMIX 2020. Introduction to New Media.

Of course, these are all subject to change.