My Life as an Abandoned Dormie

It's Friday, the day to party things up, to kick up your feet and relax after a stressful week of classes. I was looking forward to hanging out with the girls, watching a few movies, playing video games, writing some NaNoWriMo, and maybe revising my rhetoric paper somewhere in there.

Scratch that.

Anne AND Emily AND Aliena have all decided that they're going home (or away, in Aliena's case) this weekend. Now, see, normally I wouldn't mind, because I'd just call up my dear old daddy (yes, I'm a daddy's girl, what can I say?) and ask him to swing by and pick me up on his way home.

Except Anne didn't inform me about her intention of going home until, oh, about an hour ago.

JERK.

See, I knew Emily and Aliena weren't going to be here, but that's happened before, so I figured Anne and I would just chill in her room and play Kingdom Hearts all weekend. But then ANNE decided she was going home, too. And where does that leave me? Oh, yeah. ALONE.

-sniffs in false despair-

(Actually, I don't mind that much. I like having time just to be alone sometimes.)

So I've stocked up on generic soda and pretzels and string cheese, and Anne left me her room keys so I can get to the PS2, so it's gonna be a one-woman party down here in Sullivan Annex. Be jealous, jerks. Be jealous.