So my ghastly sleeping habits have returned to normal and I am my obnoxiously nocturnal self again. This inevitably means its an apt time to devise another galvanising blog post, right?
Whilst it has been a productive week and I am gradually becoming more settled into a habitual routine, the first time adventures are still incoming in great numbers. Monday bore witness to my first solitary laundry experience. I am contrite to concede the fact I have managed 19 years on earth without washing my own clothes. Nevertheless, I grabbed the odorous bull by the horns and defeated it almost single-handedly with detergent.
Tuesday evening saw the swimming facilities being raped of all resource by Ashleigh, Meredith, Kate and I. After a casual swim and submerging ourselves hazardously into the water via the diving boards, we elected to vegetate in the hot tub until two members of our party were on the brink of collapse, followed by some quality time perspiring in the sauna. I can conclude that I slept well that night. With any luck, this will become a weekly tradition.
Wednesday began terribly with an unsuspected late start, consequently rushed assignments and above all, a menacing technical malfunction. As my inner defeatist began bubbling up inside me and spreading molten hatred to each capillary: a miracle occurred. Mitch and I devised an impromptu weekend get-away! As we have been blessed with 'Labour Day' (standard Bank Holiday to you or I) we have cogitated a trifling 4 day itinerary of amusement. First on our agenda, hiring a car and transporting ourselves to Chicago in time for dinner in Chicago centre on Friday evening. Hopefully our destination reveals a bit more about the anomalous title of this post. Saturday's plans are yet to be confirmed but I do not doubt they will be riveting at any rate, especially when consummated by Kelly Clarkson and the Fray performing at First Midwest Bank Amphitheatre. Sunday takes us away from Chicago, IL to Indiana where we resided for a week's criminology exchange programme in Easter. However, this expedition to Nappanee, IN concerns itself not with the study of criminal justice in America but with the Amish communities that inhabit the island. We will be spending a night in an Amish hotel (interestingly equipped with WiFi), experiencing domesticated household rituals like candle-making, Amish meals, wagon rides and much more all for the low price of $99. Wow, I sound like an advertisement.
Once our much-needed idyllic retreat had been planned, Mitch introduced me to the spray painted rock outside his halls. He assured me the SSB represented his floor's love for Super Smash Bro's as oppose to something potentionally more criminal. Mitch's handywork lies just behind the rock on the pretruding pavement/sidewalk where his inner Picaso, inspired by patriotism, scrawled 'BRITISH'. Personally, I cannot wait to exercise my poor art skill across this badboy someday.
As if my levels of excitement were not comparable to that of the cholesterol levels of an obese American having a heart attack already, Thursday gave privy to CampusFest. CampusFest was virtually a market place full of clubs, frat/sororities and activity stalls publicising all of the societies and local services we could get involved in. To your left is a feature of my first snow cone - yes, it is a glorified slush puppy. Yes, it was delicious. Amongst free pizza, condoms, photographs on big red inflatable chairs and pen holders, a few friends and I signed our souls away to the Marine Biology Association and Extreme Sports. Retrospectively, choosing MBA as our extra-curricular past-time of choice is bitingly ironic as Kate won a fish at the Fest. As a result, we subsequently spent our evening purchasing resources and mates for it (later known as Alfred) at Wal-Mart. It definitely had absolutely no bearing that they let us hold live sea-erchins and star fish at all. No way.
MBA held a meeting that night to explain some basic perks of joining the society. Aside from the obvious trips to aquariums and mind-boggling aquatic knowledge, the society offer voluntary work at the local theme park Cedar Point. Halloween is fast approaching meaning HalloWeekend at Cedar Point is hot on its tail. This is a weekend concurrent to All Hallow's Eve at Alton Towers. We hope to volunteer enough hours at Cedar Point to attend HalloWeekend for free - thank you, MBA. Scuba-diving, snorkelling classes and trips to Florida over spring break are also endorsed by MBA. Unfortunately, I am not present for Spring Break but I'm not one to say never. I digress, as many of you close to me may know my parents don't have average hobbies such as golf and sewing (thouhe both are capable of the aforementioned, gender-stereotyped whimsies). Instead, they do like to jet off to Orkney and Egypt to scuba-dive. Unluckily, due to a misfortune in my anatomy, my ears cannot accept the intense pressure underwater and thus I am prevented from part-taking. Although, every cloud has a silver lining: I can still snorkel. Once again, I have drivelled on far longer than I could ever have anticipated. Hopefully, this vast bombardment of information has sated all of your longings to know how I am getting on. In true Lizzie Wallace style, it is time for me to pack my suitcase for tomorrows journey's, I am sure I will have a lot to report on Tuesday but until then, ciao!
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