TGIF: Awkward moments

Chunks of rock littered the yard making walking difficult. The weather had worn rivets in the stone slabs making the scratches unintelligibly and a lazy grounds keeper had let grass clippings cover the flat stones.

For those of you who didn't already realize it, I visited a graveyard today. Why? Well I have been meaning to pay my respects for a few friends and have never managed to make it out to their respective burial sites. I thought it would still be okay if I found a tombstone with the same name (only the same first name) and left flowers there. Unfortunately after trapezing around trying not to wake on someones grave I gave up. I couldn't find a single matching name. Instead of that I went and found the most unkempt graves and left a flower. I figured the people are probably so old that no one is alive who can take care of their graves, so they won't mind if a stranger leaves a flower. Right?

I hope they don't mind. I always get upset when I see a tombstone that can no longer be read. I can't express in words why it bothers me, it just does. So the least I can do for those people is to leave a small memento to the time they spent on earth.

It was much more awkward than I thought it would be to go to a graveyard. This was my second time visiting one and even though it was late afternoon and the sun was shining, the entire area gave this creepy vibe.

Anyway. I was going to talk about my second awkward moment of the day. My roommates family can to visit for the weekend (It's parents weekend at my school, which is, as the name implies, a weekend where parents come up and visit) and decided they wanted to see the room. I was in the middle of doing laundry. I had clothes hanging from my ceiling light. Not any bras, but still awkward. Plus I was wearing pajama capris and haven't shaved... in a while. You get the picture. It was not my most sterling moment.

So TGIF, because if this was any other day I would have to shoot myself. Oh and I have to march in my robe tomorrow. Not excited. Although I am pissed I don't get to wear my hood. I mean who makes college graduates wear their robes and not their hoods. Not that I wanted to wear the hood... It's just that I was forcing myself to get psyched about wearing one, and now we're not. It messes with my mental stability.