oblivious?

Its not that my roommates are horrible individuals, but the things they do can definitely add up to be annoying as hell. It's cool that you went to the midnight movie and came home rambunctious with a million other people to grab your things so you could spend the night in another person's room, but please- it's 2:30 in the morning. Turn the lights back off when you leave, since I was kind of sleeping when you came in.

And if you're leaving with a duffel bag and a pillow, it seems like a reasonable question for me to ask if you're coming home or not that night. A mumbled response doesn't help me, especially when you ignore me when I ask you what you said.

I mostly live alone with random noisy interruptions. I have one girl who's willing to move in, but I haven't met her (and my prospective) roommate yet, so that is still up in the air.

One way or another I'm moving out, it sucks when you can't be comfortable in your own room if the other person living there happens to be in at the same time.

I don't understand how someone can be so noisy too. If you don't even say hi and then just start stomping around and slamming things....you barely live here. By never being around you lose your ownership of the room, you feel like an intruder in your own space. I like it better when someone is intruding in my space than I in theirs, at least then I know where I stand.

It seems like most of the issues that have arisen are from their very inconsiderate actions, their disrespect for basic respect for others. It's 3 am, and I asked if you needed the lights on since I was going to go to sleep. "Yeah I kind of need them to study" Oh really? It's 3, I can see your computer- it has Facebook and AIM, but NOW you need to study after watching you waste time for the last 2 hours? And you have a desk light plus a personal lamp, you really don't need the whole room lit up.

At least its not just me that they're inconsiderate to- they also do it to each other. Even if its noon, if they're both sleeping when I decide to get up, I'll figure out how to do everything in the dark. I wouldn't want the lights flipped on while I was trying to sleep, so I don't do it to them. But if one of them wakes up, they'll turn on our bright as hell lights because they're awake, so it doesn't matter than the other one is still trying to sleep.

I'm respectful of them even when I dislike them, I could be a great roommate if I actually cared for them as people.

home!

In less than 5 days I will be home. And with how fast time flies here, Wednesday will be here in no time.

No guarantees on time flying during the 9 hour buss ride, in the middle of which I have to sign up for part of my classes for next quarter....luckily there should be wifi on the bus (probably slower than turtles), my iPhone (pain in the ass to do real work on), or the possibility of outsourcing it to someone with a real computer and wireless connection should I need.

I have no clue what I will do for 9 hours on a bus- probably watch the other people doing nothing for a large portion of the trip, maybe try and read, play games on my phone, attempt to nap and fail. Car trips are rarely fun, bus trips...potentially worse, I haven't really had one yet.

But it will be so worth it. I haven't seen my family or friends in what will be over 2 months- which isn't too terribly long when you consider time on a lifeline measure, but it has felt like a very long time. Yet at the same time, it seems like it could have been last week that I was moving in, since every day feels kinda like the last. Eat, class, eat, waste time, possibly more class, hang out in hallways, go for a walk, bug people in their rooms, gather 17 people to go eat and mob the dining hall, eat too much, come home for 8 more hours before going to bed- do I have no clue what during those 8 hours after dinner, since homework is saved exclusively for Sunday or possibly the day before class if something comes up sooner during the week.

I hope they won't assign much work for over the thanksgiving break, I have a lot to do during those few days.

I need to make a list of things to remember to bring back. So far it includes pillows, Qtips, more pepto, leggings, sheets?, more clothes that I left behind, super glue, and many things that I won't think of until I get back to school and go dammit, I need that. But then I get to come home again like 2 weeks after for a whole month. I can't wait.

strangeness

People watching, my favorite pastime. Here are a few of the interesting people I have seen:

• a homeless man with a rabbit on his head, singing a song about it
• a 60 something man, with grey hair in a high ponytail, stubble beard, unflattering track suit, and long red manicured nails. Nothing suggested he did drag in his spare time besides the nails.
• a guy at school who wore a full suit every day, even when it was 80 out
• a man with long grey hair in a high ponytail, and bangs that were cut to go nearly 1/2 way around his head in a friar tuck sort of fashion
• A 300 lb. girl(?) with a bleached fro mohawk, septum piercing, lip piercing, and unshaved legs- who happened to be hanging out with a teeny tiny girl in mens wear with an electric purple curly mohawk to match
• a homeless man on the bus making out with his soda bottle in an attempt to get the last drop
• a guy with a mohawk pulled back into a ponytail- but where the ponytail should have been, was a ball of dreads it looked like he'd velcroed on
• a girl whose stomach visibly giggled with each step, with a plate of a brownie, a piece of cake, and 6 macaroons

I know there are more amazing things I've seen, but I can't remember them right now

buzz by a bee

Today I was out for a walk, wandering down a trail I always wondered about. As I was walking through the forest I heard a buzzing around my head, so I shook my head and kept walking. I assumed it was a pesky fly. It did it again and I thought it was in my hair so I went to shoo it away.

That's when I felt the burning begin. I was sorely mistaken. This was a bee, not a fly. And it had just stung my scalp. And it burnt like a bitch. I was now afraid to smack at it more because I didn't want to get stung again or accidentally push the stinger farther in.

I turned around to head back the way I came. I wasn't about to venture further into this unknown trail with a bee in my head.

As I was heading back, beginning to cry because of the pain of the sting and the helplessness of having a bee in my head and no one around to help, I was stung again in the shoulder. It was through my cardigan so I was able to easily remove the bee at least, where I noticed it was a yellow jacket. (This will be relevant soon).

I then began running down the trail because bees release a pheromone to tell other bees in the area that they are attacking, and I didn't want to be near any more.

I feel beyond ridiculous running, crying, and carrying a scarf and a cardigan with a bee on it, but there's a certain point where you give up on caring what you look like. there are bigger problems to worry about, like the bee I can swear I can feel pumping more venom into my scalp.

I walk up to the student health services hoping to find someone to remove the bee, only the find that they are closed. At this point I decide it's time for a bit of revenge and stop to death the yellow jacket still stuck on my cardigan. I'm still afraid to touch my head. I decide the bookstore may at least be able to tell me where I can go to check for someone to help me.

A woman in the bookstore tells me she doesn't see a bee, and that the only other thing she can do is call the paramedics. Hardly necessary, I decline and walk back towards my dorm.

Maybe a friend can help out. On my walk I come to the realization that the other girl I trust to help me is gone for the weekend, and the other ones I have confidence in to competently remove a stinger. It's a saddening realization to have.

I resolve to use hand mirrors and check out my head myself, since I trust myself to do what I have to at least. I couldn't find anything and finally remember that it was a yellow jacket on my cardigan that I killed and most likely was the same one that stung me on the head. At least I killed the bastard.

My head still hurts. My shoulder too. It was a bad day. I just wanted to be home with people I knew could help me and that I trusted to actually be able to know what to do in such a situation. You know girls would just be afraid to touch it if I had had a bee in my scalp. It's amazing how stupid people are for being able to get into college.

wtf

I was pissed at Kelly for having all her friends over passed 2 am, so I decided I should talk to her about it- just to tell her that she should be understanding of when I do something to make her mad if I'm understanding of her antics.

Her response was- it was Halloween, I thought you'd have a life and be out. She then continued with: if it had been you I probably would have left you alone and gone somewhere else.

It was 2:30 in the morning, I was going to sleep. I can't go somewhere else to sleep, this is my room.

How is it that I'm now the bad guy because I came home to my own room on a school night to sleep?

Every time I hear her talk I hate her a bit more. I'm finding a way out of this room...somehow.

hey hamster face

She asked for the room from 9-11 pm to work on a project or something with friends. No problem, it's halloween. I'll be out of the room and find something to do.

But when I come back at 1 am to drop off a bag of candy and there are 10 of her asian friends in my room...what the hell. Okay, I'm still out for the night. Whatever...but you're singing. That's definitely not working. Not sure what you're doing, but it can't be that important.

But when I come back at 2:30 ready to sleep and all her friends are still there- not cool dude. You're pissed at me for having a friend in the room when you come home, yet we leave immediately once you come back. And now you've got 10 people in my room, lights on, talking about bullshit- and make absolutely no change when I come in to go to bed...I'm not going to be so cooperative to you if you're so disrespectful to me. Its give and take, and I hope you're ready to take some shit.

halloween

Halloween, I think it may be my new favorite holiday. If my love of candy wasn't enough to have endeared me to it before, the new abundance of sluts in ridiculous costumes has brought my love to a whole new level.

I may hate the temptation of having candy around, but I also love it. My sweet tooth knows no limits. It's almost as bad as my love of people watching.

It's like Halloween was made for me.

I think this is the holiday of over confidence. "It's when ugly chicks get guys" as a friend said. Because while they may still look like a sausage, they're a sausage in a push up bra and a miniskirt so short they had to buy special underwear to go with it. You shouldn't wear skin tight dresses if you are built more like a sausage than a person. Even if you've got curves like a plus size model, if you also have the accompanying stomach- please don't go out in fishnets and panties with a bra and jacket and think that qualifies as clothes. I know all girls costumes are little more than "slut" disguised as some profession like fire fighter or policewoman, but pairing a shirt with booty shorts is not the answer to your costume dilemmas. Tutus around every corner and booty shorts on every butt. I can't remember what halloween is celebrating, but I don't think this is what they had in mind when it was created.

Either way, I've got sugar and people to comment on. Add to that the fact that all these girls is ridiculous outfits are now drunk and I've got dinner and a show that can't be outdone.