*02.12.2003 - 12:20 p.m.*

What happened after the 5th? More proof that life doesn't stop.

On the 6th, Lauren and Lynne talked to each other...some how Lynne got Lauren's screen name...I don't know how. They talked, and realized that they liked each other. So, Lauren and Lynne are friends now. Lauren still hates Jon, and Lynne still loves Jon. Jon has blocked both me and Lauren because he has "issues to work out". I don't care. I no longer consider him a good friend.

Dave's Mom came home on the seventh...a couple of hours before the formal.

Brittany came back to campus, but now she's staying at Kris's. I don't know if she's really coming back or not.

So, the night of the formal. The adventure begins at T-minus 2.5 hours before the formal starts. My toilet oerflows... twice, making my bathroom unusable. My roommate, Marie, is all packed up because she's moving out to another room. Sean and his date are still getting ready in his room (they will be spending the night in mine).

I tell my CA that I need a plunger. She couldn't find a plunger, but she was able to find a toilet brush, and she hopes that helps. I tried fixing the toilet with the toilet brush...it doesn't help, and my CA called the Eickhoff plunger guy.

I begin getting ready. I put on the dress, the shoes, the make-up, and the jewlery all in the dimly lit dorm room. As I'm finishing up, there's a knock on the door. Marie's friends are here to help move her out. So, I'm trying to get ready, and Marie is moving out.

Cut too T-minus 1 hour till the formal. I'm ready to go. I'm about to walk out the door when then plunger man shows up. He fixes my toilet. Great! I'm about to leave again when Sean and his date show up. We figure out his boutaineer, and we get ready to leave again. We get outside, where the snow and slush that covered the ground has iced up. I remember that my car is parked on the roof of the parking garage and is probably covered in six inches of snow. Sean suggests that I get a brush or something to clean the car off with. I look again at my long dress that my grandmother lent me, and my silver high heels that my mother let me borrow. I run back up to the room, hike up my dress with a rubber band, put on socks and sneakers, and walk back outside with two plastic bags.

We head for the car, and as I suspected, it was covered in snow. Sean volunteers to clear off the car, so I hand him one of the plastic bags. He looks in, looks puzzled, and pulls out the toilet brush. "That is your tool." I say.

We again look at the car. The area surrounding the car is covered in six inches of snow. Sean looks at his tux and dress shoes and wonders how the hell he is going to be able to do this. I suggested he tie the plastic bags around his feet. So he does. We now get our firt formal picture of the evening...Sean wearing bags on his feet, and using a toilet brush to clean off my car.

After a while, we get the car cleaned off, and we're about to drive away when some guys knocks on my window. They tell me that my rear right tire is low. I say thank you, and drive off to get gas.

I pull into the gas station, and ask them to fill it up. They only give me 1/2 a tank. I pay, and the middle eastern man who works there tells me that my rear right tire is completely out of air and needs to be fixed. We pull around on the side of the station where another middle eastern man tells us to pull around to the other side of the station so that he can fix our tire. I pull around, and he asks us to get out of the car. We do, and he jacks the car up, and takes off the tire. He tells me that there's a screw in my tire. He takes the tire back into the garage to fix it. We get our second picture of the evening. Me and Janet (Sean's date) standing in our finest clothes in 25 degree whether in front of my car who's rear right side is jacked up so that all can see the missing tire.

The nice middle eastern man comes back with our tire, having plugged it up and inflated it. He has some trouble putting the tire back on, but he manages to do it. We pull around to the gas pumps and fill the tank. The first middle eastern man charages me 25 dollars for the gas and the tire. Then he suggests that we tip the guy for doing such a great job. I give him 5 dollars and drive off to get Dave.

We get to Dave's house. It's now about

7:45pm. The formal started 15 minutes ago, and we still have to get there. We walk into Dave's house and all four of us stand in front of the door while his parents and brother takes pictures of us. After we say our thank yous and goodbyes, we are finally on the way to the formal.

45 minutes later, we arrive. The wether has dropped to a balmy 22 degrees, and I'm still wearing my sneakers, because I'm not about to break my neck by falling on the ice.

We have a lot of fun at the formal. We eat, talk, sing, and dance till they kicked us out.

So, we're driving back to college, and I realize that I still have a bathroom to clean up when we get back. So we stop at the 7-11. We buy some drinks, some snacks, and some cleaning supplies.

The 7-11 is litterally, a 2 minute drive from the campus. 50 feet away a police man pulls us over. I stop and realize that I don't have my lights on. I turn them on and start to cry. He comes to the window and asks us if we just pulled out of the 7-11. I say yes. He asks us if our lights are on. I say "They are now". He wishes us safe driving and leaves. I'm so realived I start crying. I drive us back to the campus, pull into the parking garage, and turn off the car.

Sean and Janet go back to his room to change and get their stuff. Dave and I go back to my room, change, and start cleaning up. While Dave is taking the trash out, I'm clearing the floor area near my deak, and my CD rack falls on me. I sit in the chair and start bawling. The entire week had been one stressful event after another, and I had finally reached my breaking point at 2:30 am. Dave finds me like that, and tells me to lie down until I calm down. He starts cleaning up the bathroom. The bathroom isn't too bad. I had the foresight to leave the window open so nothing smelled, and all the disgusting water had pretty much evaporated. However, the bathroom still needed to be cleaned, the floor needed to be picked up, and the dishes needed to be done. Sean and Janet show up at around 2:45. I give Janet sheets and tell her to make her bed (my ex-roomie's bed). Sean is to help Dave with the bathroom, namely dish duty. And I clean up the floor and take out the trash. By 4am, everything is clean and we are all asleep.

We all wake up at 10am. We all get dressed and decide to go out for breakfast. We wind up at the Ground Round where they are serving lunch. That's fine. We all have a decent meal and leave. Janet and Sean leave us so that Sean can show Janet the campus. Dave and I are left to our own devices. 3 hours later, Dave vomits.

Yes, it's food poisoning. Dave spends the rest of the day resting and vomiting. I needed to get errands done, so I did. Dave is too weak to go home that night, so I set him up with water, gatorade, and a bucket by the bed. I sleep in my ex-roomie's bed.

The next day, Dave looks and feels a lot better. We move furnature around, and the room is now all mine. Dave keeps it easy on his stomch but other then that, makes a full recooperation.

So ends my weekend.