Yesterday was surprisingly better than what I'd expected from Halloween. No-one on our floor really had any plans, we're all too old to trick-or-treat, so it seemed like not much would be happening.

There was a volleyball game happening here, and I decided I wanted to go and watch, since I've never been to any Webster athletic activity before...ever. So Sam and I headed over there, and had some free pizza and candy at the tailgate party in the parking lot behind the gym. The game was actually fun, and the girls are pretty decent. The first set was over in an instant by 30 to 9. The second set slowed down a little, but fairly quickly the game was over. They were pretty impressive, and Sam and I were like, "Man, we should come to these more often" only to find out that it was the last game of the season, hahaha. Woops. Maybe next year. One of the girls won't be there though, who is amazing. She's good enough to get recruited by WashU who I believe is ranked the #2 team in the country, but she just got engaged, and decided she's just gonna finish her business degree this year, and go off and be married and happy. With no more school and volleyball. Sad. It was still great though. There's nothing like hearing someone yell "GOR LOCK" through a traffic cone (it was serving as his megaphone, I guess he picked it up earlier in the parking lot from the tailgate party).

So after the V-ball game (during which I had to call my momma, just to hear her get all excited that I was at a game, like I knew she would) we saw some people making preperations for a party upstairs in the University Center in the Sunnen Lounge. We decided to run back to the dorms, and try to find some impromptu costume to throw on, and go to the party. Sam went as white trash trailer park girl, and I went as the total opposite little innocent kid sister tomboy, with my pants rolled up, pigtails and backwards hat, with an orange flowered tank on, and a green button-up shirt tied over it. Oh, and a Nebraska license plate attatched to my belt buckle. I had people ask me if I was a mechanic, if I was a car, if I was a cornhusker, if I was a hick, and if I was from Nebraska. All of which I suppose I was, lol.

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