what happens when I try to plan my day- the story of my weekend

For Jami.
I do need to write more often. I enjoy writing, and it always makes me laugh to go back and read over the goofy things I've done or written about. So here's to more consistent writing!
Or... constant. Though I do seem to have a running theme.

Friday. I have four classes every Friday, Bio at 8, computer science at 11, psychology at noon, and world music cultures at 1. Psych was canceled, so that makes three classes. I made two.

Early morning bio is always a challenge. Always. And 8AM isn't that early, but I don't think Heather and I have been on time yet this year. Though we did get to class within the first five minutes of it starting. Quiz, homework, out the door and on the way to the 5th floor bathroom where Heather wanted to straighten her hair. The bathrooms have a big lobby, they are pretty roomy, so I planned to prepare for my 11 o'clock class on her laptop til she had class at 10. Heath asked me to run a paper to the JFSB, so I thought I would call mom to see how the concert went, talk to her about China, apartment contracts, the open house the next night, you know, the usual. I got back to the library and continued to talk to mom til Heath had to go to class and
I was supposed to meet Marshall to study bio. Not being ready for my class, I skipped it. I studied with Marshall until I had class at 1 (which I will over-analyze forever, I'm sure... post for another day) then ran to the library to drop stuff off with Laura. I was supposed to take a bio test after work, so I just took my book to work and left everything else so I could study during work and not drag all my stuff to the testing center. After work, I knew I'd be racing because Nat was picking me up at 6:30 for a date to the ballet. I didn't think I was going to have time to run home between the test and the date, and where the date was on campus, I thought I would be fine. But while Marshall and I were in the Wilk, Nat walked by in a suit. He'd already explained how packed his day was, so I assumed his suit was for our date that night. Shoot. Even with a really fantastic top my jeans weren't going to be appropriate. I texted Nat to check on the apparel. "You aren't staying in your suit, are you? I didn't think I was appropriately dressed for a ballet but if you're in a suit..." He texted me back laughing. He had a meeting that morning, he hadn't even thought about his wardrobe for later that night. "But if you have a fancy dress, we can sneak into the dance afterwards." He didn't realize immediately that I wasn't kidding. "I've got one. What color is your tie?" Ah, we had a blast. I wore heels that I hadn't worn in months, had completely forgotten how to walk in them, and one of the heels was twisted (hence the not being worn in months-why didn't I just get rid of them?). We got free ice cream from an art gala going on in the HFAC, and we were doubling with Josh and Allie (which I had no idea was going on, but it made it more fun, especially with Josh's stick-post-it-notes-on-people's-backs-and-don't-get-caught game. 5 points if you get both people in a couple, double if it was on the forearm. We all had different color post-it notes, but you could only see Josh's in a crowd. We stopped trying after Josh proved to be the master.) Then we did successfully sneak into the dance, complete with free photography and everything.
We learned to salsa (mostly from Camilla and Scott) and we tore up the slow songs with our interpretive dancing. We enjoyed the food, got yelled at for taking off our shoes, and practiced our swing.

And we sneaked out just like we came in.

Saturday morning. I think Grandpa woke me up when he called me to give me details on the UVSC game. I really wanted to get up early and do laundry, or run, or something! but none of those happened. I got out of bed and cleaned up the kitchen before heading out with Asia to an audition for an alleged musical. That started the running around in circles on Saturday. When I get too much stuff going on in my head at one point, my organization, little that may have been actually planned out, goes out the window. I run from one place to the next like a chicken with its head cut off. The sad thing is, I probably retain as much useful information as that same chicken missing its head.
Asia told me about the audition, I wanted to do it, but I didn't have a song. I really had no idea what to sing, and Asia kept telling me it wouldn't really matter, just pick something! So I called Josh to ask him for his big book of rock, he didn't answer, ran over to their apartment, where I'm certain I scared the crap out of John Crespo, standing at the door in a bathrobe wondering what I could possibly be doing at their apartment. I ran home with the book, to find there was nothing in it I felt good about singing for an audition, but Asia was ready to leave, so I grabbed my Spanish primary book (excellent choice. What was I thinking?) and we left, but Asia only had time to show me the room before I had to run to the Wilk to meet Erin, the landlord of the apartment Laura and I want to live in next year, to sign contracts. I had called Laura to remind her of the meeting 10 minutes before. "Oh crap. I just got out of the shower. Stall for me?" So I had one of those conversations with Erin that should've ended before it began. It was just chatter. Like, really. I was making up topics as I went, it was awful! Like a blind date with someone you know immediately nothing's going to happen. Finally she said, "while we're waiting for Laura, do you want to look through the contract?" So we sat down, Laura came, we signed, done deal, off to the audition with Asia. Still no idea what I'm going to sing, and Laura doesn't have any clue either (Asia just told her she should try out too because she could pass for a 15 year old :P Laura wasn't happy about having all of her 5 feet made fun of.) We get to the room and learn we aren't singing, we aren't trying out for the musical part, we're just trying out for one part. It was so much funnier that way. And we were very creative with our forms too. Under "special talents," I wrote, in all caps, "I CAN OVEREXTEND MY ELBOWS." It was hilarious. We still haven't heard back from them. Surprised?
Then we ran back to the Wilk for an enrichment activity. Tying blankets for children in Honduras. They didn't actually start that part until after 1 (activity started at noon?), and I had to leave by 1:30. Ah, go figure. We ate, we made creative name tags, we listened to speakers, great musical number by one of our favorite neighbors, and then bolted. After starting a quilt. I had to be in Spanish Fork enough before 2 that I could start laundry at Grandma and Grandpa's and go with them to the game, with enough time to get back afterwards to be on time for a date at 5:45. Fat chance.
The game was great! We had so much fun! Ridge and Kiki and Pippy and I played basketball in the court behind the main arena for most of the game. Then we played with Grandpa after the game. Ridge caught a shirt, the wolverine sprayed us all with silly string, and UVSC won by more than 20 points. We got back home about 5:30. I called Josh (my date that night) and he said he was on his way back from the distribution center, so it should be fine to leave a little after six. We were heading to the philharmonic, which started at 7:30, but we wanted to eat first. I finally got home, in and out of the shower in less than 10 minutes, into a formal dress, hurrying as fast as I could. Then Josh called. We weren't dressing up. Freak. All of my other clothes were still at the Bliss home. After some generous contributions from my roommates, I was finally ready to go. Sort of. My head was still soaking wet, but curling, so... Oy. We went to the Sensual Sandwich. Man, they are so good. On the way, our Bishop called me. Hahahahahaha. It was so much better that everyone in the car was in my ward. Camilla and Jeremy got quiet, but Josh, of course, was loud and obnoxious. I talk with my hands, so my one hand was moving around to talk with me on the phone. Jeremy whispered, "Josh, she's holding out her hand so you can hold it!" I heard this, so I moved my hand, and then thought better of it when Josh put his hand out. I grabbed his hand and poor Josh freaked out. I was trying so hard not to laugh while Bishop was talking to me. I still did. I explained the next day in sacrament meeting.
Josh and I played the dot game during the philharmonic. I kicked his butt. He wanted to win at something, so when he sat up perfectly straight, and I asked him if he was going to sit like that for the duration of the concert, he said, "I bet I can sit like this longer than you can." I whooped him then too. After the concert, we went back to his apartment to play Settlers of Catan. I'd never played before, so when I didn't come in last after a two-hour game, I didn't feel too bad. It was midnight when Josh walked me home, and I realized I had to go get my laundry. We had a work inventory in the morning, and my uniform was on top of Grandma and Grandpa's washer and dryer. Ah, not a big deal, I thought, I can just sneak in the garage and get my laundry and not wake anyone up. So I drove to Spanish Fork, opened the garage, and the door to the house was locked. I don't think it ever has been locked. It was almost 1, I didn't want to wake anybody up, and it gave a great reason not to do the inventory. So I went home. I emailed my supervisor, watched the end of a movie with my roommate, and crashed. I woke up at 5:30 to call my other supervisor, safely got out of work, and went back to sleep. And was still on time for church :)

I really wouldn't have these problems if I planned better. But, as I said to Asia, "Anytime I try to plan my day, it ends up going an entirely different way. Should I just stop planning?"
Asia just laughed.