Euuuuuggggh.
So, Tuesday and Wednesday were days off because of snow/sleet/ice/coldness. Laura mentions this a bit too, but with a terrible, terrible, awful pun. Sure, the pun could have been much less apt than it was, but I'm cranky. Why? Because it turns out the university doesn't open until 11AM today! Hahahahaha! What a funny joke! I don't think I got that memo until 3:19AM this morning, by which point I'd gone to bed so I could get up nice and early for class. It's funny because they seemed to have posted the information on the main page, but they didn't bother to email anyone (like they had to inform people of Tuesday's and Wednesday's holidays) until it was irrelevant.
I also had the distinct pleasure of learning this morning that I could buy unspecified amounts of Soma for $1.13 and that one of the books I ordered two days ago was sold out. I might just take someone up on that Soma deal and rock out to The Strokes while doing it. Take that, Aldous Huxley!
And I don't have hot water still. But--praise the Lord--I experienced a miracle yesterday while showering, in that my water actually approached a temperature verging on warm towards the end of my shower, leading me to exultantly spin around under the (still trickling) showerhead. I'm still not entirely sure that I wasn't suffering a hypothermic hallucination, but we'll probably find out sometime this afternoon, after classes, when my room is warmer than it is presently.
Finally: Dan, I'm glad you stopped by. It's always fun to have an audience; particularly an audience that comments. However, I take issue with what you said about me expecting others to conform to my lifestyle, particularly that I was not chill for doing so. Because I don't expect that. I expect and accept that a lot of college students like to drink, and this poses an obstacle, because for a lot of these students drinking is an important part of social interaction. It's a bit harder to form strong friendships with people if you do not share in that social interaction, since you just can't spend as much time with them as the next joe. Compound this with the fact that I'm moving in in the spring, which is a time of few new people (I think 10 or so people out of 128 at this co-operative are new this semester), and the situation becomes a tad more difficult; after all, when there are lots of newbies, a community feels an obligation to do what it can to open up a bit more, and thusly integrate them a little bit easier. That obligation isn't as pronounced when the newbies are fewer and most circles of friends are largely intact. I'm sure I'll find my niche, but that's just going to take time, and in the meanwhile I'm going to feel awkward and occasionally lonely, and I'll surely blog about it. But I don't expect people to be carbon copies of me. I don't think you meant exactly what you said, but you still said it. I'm pretty sure I'm chill.
But don't stop commenting.
That's it for this morning, my dears. I'm going to bitch and moan to myself, and maybe sleep for another half hour. Peace out, and hasta la byebye.
So, Tuesday and Wednesday were days off because of snow/sleet/ice/coldness. Laura mentions this a bit too, but with a terrible, terrible, awful pun. Sure, the pun could have been much less apt than it was, but I'm cranky. Why? Because it turns out the university doesn't open until 11AM today! Hahahahaha! What a funny joke! I don't think I got that memo until 3:19AM this morning, by which point I'd gone to bed so I could get up nice and early for class. It's funny because they seemed to have posted the information on the main page, but they didn't bother to email anyone (like they had to inform people of Tuesday's and Wednesday's holidays) until it was irrelevant.
I also had the distinct pleasure of learning this morning that I could buy unspecified amounts of Soma for $1.13 and that one of the books I ordered two days ago was sold out. I might just take someone up on that Soma deal and rock out to The Strokes while doing it. Take that, Aldous Huxley!
And I don't have hot water still. But--praise the Lord--I experienced a miracle yesterday while showering, in that my water actually approached a temperature verging on warm towards the end of my shower, leading me to exultantly spin around under the (still trickling) showerhead. I'm still not entirely sure that I wasn't suffering a hypothermic hallucination, but we'll probably find out sometime this afternoon, after classes, when my room is warmer than it is presently.
Finally: Dan, I'm glad you stopped by. It's always fun to have an audience; particularly an audience that comments. However, I take issue with what you said about me expecting others to conform to my lifestyle, particularly that I was not chill for doing so. Because I don't expect that. I expect and accept that a lot of college students like to drink, and this poses an obstacle, because for a lot of these students drinking is an important part of social interaction. It's a bit harder to form strong friendships with people if you do not share in that social interaction, since you just can't spend as much time with them as the next joe. Compound this with the fact that I'm moving in in the spring, which is a time of few new people (I think 10 or so people out of 128 at this co-operative are new this semester), and the situation becomes a tad more difficult; after all, when there are lots of newbies, a community feels an obligation to do what it can to open up a bit more, and thusly integrate them a little bit easier. That obligation isn't as pronounced when the newbies are fewer and most circles of friends are largely intact. I'm sure I'll find my niche, but that's just going to take time, and in the meanwhile I'm going to feel awkward and occasionally lonely, and I'll surely blog about it. But I don't expect people to be carbon copies of me. I don't think you meant exactly what you said, but you still said it. I'm pretty sure I'm chill.
But don't stop commenting.
That's it for this morning, my dears. I'm going to bitch and moan to myself, and maybe sleep for another half hour. Peace out, and hasta la byebye.
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