This weekend, everyone decided to go home. Two of these people were my roommates. Five more of them were members of my circle of friends. As a result, our venn diagram of a group was reduced to about a circle-and-a-half. Michael, Sarah, Taylor, Hillary (Taylor's visiting older sister), Henry, John, and myself were the main proponents of the remains.

On Friday evening, we all had dinner and migrated to Taylor and Mike's room (which I will refer to in this post as "headquarters") for a few ridiculous rounds of Beirut. The atmosphere was pleasantly low-key. Eventually, we decided to go to a pants party in Northwoods, showed up, danced, socialized, and left, bringing an early-starting evening to a relatively early-close.

At ten o'clock the following morning, Skidmore's emergency broadcast system was tested. An obnoxiously loud voice descended over the campus.
"This is a test. Testing... one, two, three, four. Test complete."
... followed a few seconds later by the same test sentence. It went on for about twenty minutes overall. I could just imagine the people in the announcing booth.
"Bob, they aren't leaving their dorms yet. Give it another go. Louder this time."

Around noon-thirty, the crew met up for brunch at the dining hall and recapped occurrences of the evening prior. I went back to my peaceful, unoccupied room in an attempt to be productive, only to take a thirty minute nap, do a reading I really didn't have to, and complete the brainstorm for a paper that's due on Tuesday. (In my urgency to get a head-start on my two papers due Thursday, I completely forgot about my English assignment. Oops.) Dinner time was nearing, my stomach was grumbling, and I was getting bored with faux-productivity. Sarah had gone down to headquarters to get some coffee to fuel her Studious Saturday, only to get sucked into watching Mystic River with Hillary, Michael, and Taylor. I arrived in time to watch a kid getting kicked in the face, at which point I left the room to answer a phone call, and then came back to watch an ending that was probably incredibly profound in the context of the movie as a whole.

Dinner happened once more. We returned to headquarters for pre-game, only to realize that there was no game going on that we knew of. We played a round of a ridiculous card game called Tourettes, went to the SPA to watch a comedian long enough to decide that he was not at all funny, and ended up back in the room, watching Adult Swim, trying to figure out what to do. After some Futurama, we watched an episode of South Park, the end of Grease, and finished the evening off with South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut. Sarah and I's laziness got the best of us and we stayed in headquarters for the night.

Aaand not much of consequence has happened today. After breakfast, I said goodbye to Hillary (who now answers to Hill-Bags and Hill-Dog) and locked myself into my room. So far, I have written half of an introductory paragraph, taken a nap, and written a blog entry.