Trapped in Chattanooga

This is the first weekend I've spent in Chattanooga in a LONG time, and there is a reason for that: There is absolutely nothing to do. Seriously, the one thing UTC students do for fun on the weekend is go home. Which is why I always choose to go home. Well, I didn't go home this weekend. But not by choice.

It's Emily and Delaney's fault. I blame them completely. They both went home this weekend, and failed to take me with them. Delaney went home without even telling me, so I never even had the chance to ask her for a ride. Emily, on the other hand, DID inform me that she was going home. So I asked her if I could get a ride with her. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: Are you doing anything exciting this weekend? (Note: This was a sarcastic question. I didn't genuinely care.)

Emily: Oh, I'm actually going home.

(My spirits lifted. I was going to get to go home!)

Me: Oh, can I ride with you?

(Emily did this facial expression thing where she sort of looked apologetic but really on the inside I knew she wasn't sorry and was kind of enjoying the fact that she could make me miserable.)

Emily: Er, noooo.

Me: Wait, really?

Emily: Yeahhh, sorry.

Me: Um, why?

Emily: Erm, because I'm really looking forward to driving home on my own. I get to sing along to my songs when I'm alone.

Me: Well it sure didn't stop you from singing when I rode with you last time.

Emily: Blah blah blah blah blah.

Anyway, the short and short of it all is that no one would take me home, even though I pay for gas when they do! People can just be horrible at times. And I'm trapped. Stuck. Held hostage. Bored out of my mind.

The End.

Six Weeks.

HI. I'm Christina. I'm Blogging For Austin Because He Is Lazy

So. I go to Vol State. I hate it. I'm visiting Chattanooga. I love it. Austin is telling me to use more details in my sentences and refrain from 'fragments'. But, actually, none of my previous sentences were fragments, thank you. But, I will respect his wishes. As I walked into Austin's room, I am greeted by an array of colorful socks everywhere, accompanied by a shoe on the tv stand. One shoe. Also, there is a bountiful amount of food located in numerous places. His new favorite addition to his room, however, is a  paper ribbon for breast cancer awareness that says "Save Second Base". He thinks it's hysterical. Austin also has about 9752572349283 different school notebooks strewn haplessly across the floor. I say it's a mess, but he says it's not... LIES. Another sad thing about his room? There's a mere one picture of me. Uno. Unos. I. (and that, unfortunately, is the extent of my knowledge when it comes to displaying 'one' in different ways) And in that ONE picture, my eyes are closed. What am I currently doing? Being forced to fabricate my own 'guest blog post' while listening to Korean or some other strange foreign music while Austin dances around the room, NOT blogging......

He just got very excited about his teacher giving him a scratch n sniff sticker on his test.

That concludes my blog post.