my favorite study group.

every few weeks I have a psychology test.
and before that test, I meet with my study group.

a brief introduction to the group, in alphabetical order by first name:

Alex Cox
-HATES that he has to take this class, and therefore put it off until his final semester.
-often shares anecdotes about his world travels.
-LOVES world football. because "soccer" is such an American word.
-attacked my facebook and phone tonight.
-didn't eat any of my delicious orange-chocolate cake tonight?

Calvin Hirschy
-is a philosophy and math double major. that describes him fairly well.
-is perfectly content to sit in the library studying for hours.
-plays the piano quite well.
-is a quiet antagonist.
-could ruin your social life if you let him.
-attacked Cassie's facebook and phone tonight.
-always eats my baked goods.

Cassie Eberly
-is pro-chivalry. like, pretty much the opposite of my views.
-actually has a tutor for the class, and shares her studying with the rest of us.
-flung a blob of cake and frosting at me, aiming for my mouth, and hit me square in the chest. from seven feet away. we all nearly died of laughter.
-very much wanted to frost the cake perfectly. unfortunately, the cake was not cooperating.
-hates everything I do. :-)

Hope Swanson
-sings only slightly less often than Alex.
-baked a wonderful orange-chocolate cake tonight, that was not enjoyed by everyone.
-was somewhat disappointed.
-"has officially been frosted by Cassie Eberly and is looking quite stunning as a fruitcake. Great study times. Woohoo!!!"
-watched as Alex wrote the above statement as her facebook status.
-learns from the things Study Group laughs at, more than what is discussed.

Kevin Engel
-is an art major, changed from math education.
-IS ALWAYS DOODLING OR MAKING FLOWERS OUT OF CHIP BAGS OR DOING SOME OTHER ARTISTIC THING.
-sure does know how to kill a joke. and he's proud of it.

There are more things I could say about everyone, but for the sake of this post, this is all that really matters.

Tonight Cassie and I had dinner together at 7 and then she left and I was going to write.
Or bake cupcakes. No, I don't have any cupcake tin liners.
Maybe I'll make Surprise Meringues. No, I don't have nearly enough time for that.
Maybe I'll try to make cupcakes without the liners. No, I'll make a cake.
No, I'll just have everyone come over here so I can make the meringues.
I'll just make a cake and sneak it into the library. Ooo!!! An orange-chocolate cake!!
Wait, the RAs are all in their meeting. I guess I'll just go over to the library.
(It is now 9:00.)
Calvin and I got to the library and found Kevin already there. We decided that we should meet in the kitchen so I could make my cake.
I texted Alex and Cassie and let them know.
Got back to Sailor, had Julie open the kitchen for us.
I preheated the oven, mixed the cake, and got it on its way to baked deliciousness.
(It is now around 9:30.)
We all talked and sang about "Moulin Rouge," life, psychology, music, sex, and everything in between.
Half an hour later, the cake was finished.
We kept talking about everything.
My timeline is a little sketchy for the rest of this.
I think after about 20 minutes Cassie sent me to get frosting. I brought it back and she tried to frost the cake. The frosting had been in the fridge and, even though it was the whipped kind, it didn't spread very well. The top of the cake came off with the frosting.
Cassie pretended that she was going to fling it at me, and I decided that she should try to get it into my mouth.
FAILURE!!
We got all the guys to watch, the spatula went back, forward, the frosting flew off and hit me, as I said before, square in the chest.
Funniest thing that's happened in a while. Hardest I've genuinely laughed in weeks, I think.
Cassie, Kevin and I were all on the floor.
Calvin and Alex, who had been focused on "Linus and Lucy," were both consumed with laughter.
It was wonderful.

We got back to an almost-focused state.
Then Cassie heard "Phantom of the Opera" coming from the workout room.
It was ice dancing.
We went to watch, letting the door closed behind us.
Not a wise decision.
The number finished and I went to go get more cake.
The door was locked.
Alex was sitting at my computer.
I ran around to the other door only to find that it, too was locked.
He was on my facebook, and I could only assume that Calvin, who was at Cassie's computer, was on hers.
My status was being changed and I was joining groups and I couldn't do anything about it.
I walked away for about a minute and returned to the window. This time they had our phones.
This is always terrifying for me.
Thankfully, the guy RAs were all leaving the office, so I had Lucas unlock the door.
"There's a whole bunch of people in there."
"I know, and they won't let us in."
As soon as I walked in the door, Alex, who was trying to send a message, more or less ran away from me.
I went to open the door for Cassie and we both began to do damage control.
I got my phone back just in time to cancel the message he was trying to send to my friend Dave.
It was an almost risque picture of Calvin with the text "best thing ever."
That I had canceled the message was a great disappointment to our antagonists.
(Oh dear, I'm getting tired. The big words and complicated structure are going to get worse if I don't stop soon.)
At this point (getting close to 12:00), most hope of actually studying was gone.
We discussed a few more points, listened to more music, threw some chocolate around, and didn't eat cake.

So, we have a great night to remember while we're taking our test in less than 12 hours.
Hopefully we'll remember what little psychology we actually talked about.
(Which was probably more than I think we give ourselves credit for.)

Now I have to read Cantos IV-X and do a worksheet for 11:00.

Dear Everything Bagel,
I know that you are enjoying your time in the cooler at Sufficient Grounds.
I'm sure that it's a very nice place for you.
However, I am looking forward to eating you in about seven hours.
Get excited about being sliced, toasted, and covered with cream cheese.
Love,
Hope

Please forgive any errors in this post, whether factual or grammatical. I'm sleep-deprived.

Good night.