Thursday Morning Drizzle

Okay, so I haven't been avoiding this, it's more along the lines that I would think about it and then forget about it or be too tired to do much about it. So Tuesday... Tuesday was the floor meeting, meet and great, drink pop and eat ice cream sandwiches, and learn just how many assholes live on your floor. Yay. When I got back from the meeting, I read the pages for History and went to bed, completely knackered, around eleven thirty. Wednesday, I admit it, I gamed. I finally got a chance to play Soul Calibur 4 and I find it absolutely magical. I'm still learning the controls on the Xbox 360 but I mean, for someone with just a basic knowledge of the controller? I did pretty fantastically. Then I had to do laundry after supper and I literally had three of the small washes going at around the same time, which takes them about forty to wash, an hour or better to dry. I say an hour or better because I was tired, I was stressed, and I just shoved all three loads into one of the dryers. My towels are still damp this morning.

That being said, I suppose I'll do an update while I have some time to myself and I'm enjoying the peace and quiet that is the dorm room. I'll be enjoying it even more this weekend because my parents can't get away, my boyfriend needs to stay at work and can't go on a camping trip with his family like he does every year, and, well, I'm stuck here. Which, in comparison, I don't mind because my roommate won't be here. I won't have to listen to the buzzing of her phone, her weird ring tone, her obnoxious phone voice (which goes up several volume notches than her talking voice, her germ phobia, her need to take a shower before she goes to bed every night and to have a fan blowing on her face while she sleeps - I mean the listen honestly goes on. She's a sweet kid, but I think she needs to stay home with mommy so mommy can cater to her needs because I won't. Thankfully, the crying has stopped, her sickness has seemed to have disappeared, and besides the above, she seems to be fairly happy and adjusted. I think I'll be much happier when she's not here this weekend.

The whole 'pack my lunch before my first class in the morning' seems to be going well, the only problem I've found is that it conflicts with what little time I have to eat breakfast so I still have to sort that out. I mean, I have dry cereal but between making my pb&j, picking a bag of chips, grabbing a fruit, packing my water bottles, and checking to make sure I have all my materials, the forty five minutes I have before class barely seem like enough time. You're saying ' Well, you could do some of that before you go to bed,' and believe me, I've tried, but there are some things... Some things it's better to wait until the morning. Like making the sandwich. But honestly, I seem unable to get out of here in a timely manner with eating breakfast. I'll figure it out though, worry not. And before you suggest that I get up earlier, it's bad enough I only had seven hours of sleep last night, getting up earlier won't help my situation currently.

And for the record, I'm going to start doing laundry twice a week. I realize it's a dollar to wash and a dollar to dry but yesterday was ridiculous with three washers. So I'm thinking Monday, I'll do the stuff from the weekend, and Thursday I'll do the stuff from the week. Or something, also to be figured out at a later date. Right now I'm just glad I have clothes to wear in this drizzle.

It's been raining all week and even though I've seen hints of sunshine, it's supposed to rain tomorrow to. It'll be clear this weekend, they say, and I'm looking forward to an extra free day already, but I have a sneaking suspicion it's going to rain next week some too... I'm not sure what's up with all this rain. I mean, I know about the tropical storm and everything, we're talking about the affects that it might have on people's lives and behaviours it were to hit now, at the end of the month, like Katrina did in 2005 in my sociology class, but this drizzle is just sapping it out of you. You never realize how different the walk is from one class to another until you try it on a dry, warm sunny Sunday like I did - a dry run, if you will - then hit the classes, soaked or sprinkled on. It's especially difficult uphill, but I've managed. The only class I've been even remotely late to was today and it was my sociology class, but I arrived before the teacher and the reason I was a bit late was because of Jordan, and my statistics class, but that's because of a detour I took into the ladies' room. After having two bottles of water, it was rather a necessity. I can honestly say I've had more water here than I have ever consumed in a week over the summer.

And I suppose that about wraps things up. I'm okay with the lecture style classes now as long as it's not the intro to music. Her voice grates on the ears in that higher pitched annoying blond sort of way.