Meet my roommate Kennedy. I love her. On Tuesday night, she told us all that there was going to be a meteor shower that night at about 2 a.m. She thought it would be fun to wake up, go sit out on the grass, and watch it. We figured that wasn't such a horrible idea, and so we decided to do it.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to bed until 11:30 p.m., and I had to wake up at five. When Ken came in to wake us up, I was so not excited to participate in this activity. We all got our jackets and blankets and headed outside. When we walked out, we saw that there were two lovers hanging out still. At two in the morning? Why would you ever? Sleep is much more important than love if you ask me. As it turns out, I guess we were to obnoxious and giggly or something, because they bounced pretty soon after we came out. We went down to the grass, set out the blanket and laid (I have absolutely no idea if that's how you're supposed to spell it) down. The first little problem was that we didn't have enough room on the blanket for all of us. This caused half of us to begin complaining. After we finally settled in, we looked up at the sky to see the "meteor shower." Yeah...didn't see anything. I kind of figured that would happen coming into it, but I figured it was still worth a try. But when I was actually out there, I didn't have any patience. I looked up, didn't see anything moving, stood up, and walked back up to my apartment. It was really funny, though, and for some reason I can't seem to portray how entertaining the whole thing was. We were all grumpy, running on less than three hours of sleep, and didn't even get to see what we were looking for.
Ah well. Better luck next time...actually, if there is a next time, I'm not leaving my bed until somewhere is sure that there are things moving around like crazy in the sky.
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