{"id":511,"date":"2013-09-26T23:27:57","date_gmt":"2013-09-26T23:27:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.calbaptist.edu\/lancerdiaries\/?p=511"},"modified":"2013-09-26T23:27:57","modified_gmt":"2013-09-26T23:27:57","slug":"when-glitter-comes-to-gloom-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.calbaptist.edu\/lancerdiaries\/2013\/09\/26\/when-glitter-comes-to-gloom-2\/","title":{"rendered":"When Glitter Comes to Gloom"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cWe should do something creative to TWIRP the boys! Maybe we should make \u2018em some big posters, and decorate their front porch\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

At the time, my roommates loved this idea. We had no interest in being mediocre TWIRP-ers. After all, TWIRP week only comes once a year! We were determined to make this one memorable for our amigos over in The Colony.<\/p>\n

And boy, did we ever!<\/p>\n

Last Thursday afternoon, I told my boyfriend that I needed to run by Wal-Mart to pick up some art supplies. He was sweet enough to go with me, but didn\u2019t really question what they were for. His brain was probably about to overload with that day\u2019s influx of microbiology and biochemistry knowledge, so he wasn\u2019t super curious.<\/p>\n

Later that evening, after an intense game of Apples to Apples with our unknowing soon-to-be TWIRP prank victims, my roommates and I sat on our apartment floor, staring at the assortment of markers, glitter, sticky notes, ribbon and glue, wondering when the best time was to surprise them with these posters. Since we wanted to secretly decorate their front porch, we couldn\u2019t simply walk over whenever we felt like it. After all, it would really be disappointing if one of them caught us\u2014like that moment when you\u2019re TPing a friend\u2019s front yard, and they step outside and catch you, as your hands reach up to string the roll over another tree branch. Major whoops.<\/p>\n

So we thought, Hey! It\u2019s almost the weekend. We can lose a little sleep tonight.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Our masterpieces, at their finest. \ud83d\ude09<\/p><\/div>\n

And, with that, we got to work embellishing our posters to perfection before dragging them to my car with us\u2026 at 12:30 a.m., of course.<\/p>\n

As we left Tower Hall, we got some pretty awesome looks from a couple of the night owls still hanging out in the lounge.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are you going? \u2026 Are you TWIRPing someone right now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes we are!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Are they awake?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGuess we\u2019ll find out soon!\u201d<\/p>\n

Actually, we never meant to get them out of bed. We were hoping they\u2019d still be awake, since they tend to be late-nighters.<\/p>\n

After parking the car far enough away from the boys\u2019 apartment that they wouldn\u2019t see if we decided to make a run for it, we gathered up all our crafty leftovers and our posters, and headed to their porch.<\/p>\n

Next, we made sure we had a hiding place identified, where we thought we\u2019d be able to watch them open the door after we knocked and ran.<\/p>\n

As we strung ribbon around the porch to clip the posters onto, and dusted the ground with way too much star-shaped glitter, we listened carefully to make sure no one was going to come outside. Once the door was loaded with sticky notes for a final touch, Brittany and I ran to the hiding place. Then Lydia knocked and flew across the complex to catch up with us before anyone opened the door.<\/p>\n

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“Shhhhhh, stop laughing! They’re still awake, I hear them!”<\/p><\/div>\n

Waiting\u2026 waiting\u2026 giggling\u2026 waiting\u2026.<\/p>\n

No one answered.<\/p>\n

Hesitantly, Lydia went back over and knocked again, even louder, this time sprinting back to us in case someone had been waiting behind the door for the second knock.<\/p>\n

Waiting\u2026 waiting\u2026 giggling some more\u2026 waiting\u2026<\/p>\n

Still, no one answered.<\/p>\n

Are they ignoring us?<\/em><\/p>\n

Then my phone rang. I picked up, composed myself, and tried to sound innocent when my boyfriend asked if we were outside their apartment.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean, \u2018you think someone\u2019s there?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, someone keeps knocking. And when we ask who it is, no one answers. It\u2019s happened twice, and it\u2019s kinda sketchy.\u201d He sounded irritated.<\/p>\n

We all looked at each other. Ooooohhhh\u2026.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026 maybe you should just open the door.\u201d I said, a twinge of guilt in my request.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. My. Gosh. Security<\/em> is on the way!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2026 Oh, shoot\u2026.<\/em><\/p>\n

Well, evidently, we hadn\u2019t figured that into our plan. Nervous and extremely guilty, the three of us made our way to the boys\u2019 apartment, unsure of how this new situation would blow over. All three of them came out onto the porch \u2013 one fuming, one laughing, and the last looking completely aghast. He must have been the one who called security,<\/em> I thought, feeling especially guilty now.<\/p>\n

To my utter disbelief, the officer greeted us with a warm smile and said, \u201cHah. I figured this would just be another student\u2019s prank. Don\u2019t worry, you\u2019re not in any trouble. Happens all the time.\u201d All he wanted was my I.D. number, to double check that I was in fact a student, and assurance from us that everything was definitely okay. Astonished at his graceful mood, despite the unnecessary call to duty at 1 a.m., all I could muster was a continuous, \u201cI am soooo sorry!\u201d<\/p>\n

Around 1:15 a.m. that morning, the three of us girls left with the bittersweet confusion of disappointment and relief, feeling only half accomplished.<\/p>\n

So you see, that evening taught us just how easily light-hearted glitter can come to unfortunate gloom.<\/p>\n

But, despite this slight let down, the three of us were able to discuss our mistakes on the drive back to our apartment, making note of how to make next year\u2019s TWIRP a little more spectacular, and a little less stressful. Moments like these are all a part of the college experience, right?<\/p>\n

And don\u2019t worry, boys, we\u2019ll make it up to you with this week\u2019s TWIRP event \u201cCreate a Date.\u201d We pinky swear it! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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