My withdrawal symptoms are getting steadily worse...
One of the things I hate about college - it's hard to be alone when you want to be.
Let me just explain the situation. I have a roommate. I like my roommate very much. However, right now I am very frustrated with my cryptography homework involving RSA (I've never been good at math) and I want to yell and throw things. I cannot do this because my roommate is in the room and I don't want her to think I'm angry with her or disturb her (she is taking a nap right now as I type this). In general, college is quite fun, but I need a lot of alone time. I like to be with people, don't get me wrong - I'm not a hermit - but unless I'm with people who I am very close to (namely my high school friends) I don't feel like I'm in a situation where I can vent because when I vent my temper scares people who don't know me as well. (One of my college friends was actually afraid of me during the playoffs whenever the Sox were losing because he knew if he said the wrong thing he'd get hurt - which he almost did a few times, I might add...I came pretty close once during Game 1 of the ALCS when he started purposely rooting for Cleveland in front of me before the Sox decided to win that game later that night.)
I don't want to ostracize people, but if I keep myself bottled up I'll eventually explode on someone who I shouldn't, and that is why I need some alone time. I don't want to hurt anyone.
Additionally, right now I am worried sick (literally) about the Mike Lowell thing - the suspense is eating at me little by little - and I woke up with a crick in my neck, so bending over my calculator hurts. I am not having fun right now.
On the plus side, I have something to look forward to tomorrow - the official announcement of the AL and NL Rookies of the Year. Hopefully, we'll be capping off the Good Season with one last Good Thing in less than twenty-four hours. I also have an announcement from the Slumberwood front, believe it or not - the first two character bios are up, so you can meet my new middle infield (for those unaware, the middle infield consists of the second baseman and the shortstop). Yes, the derivation of the second baseman's name is obvious, and yes, the shortstop is extremely a bit addicted to sugar, but they're fun kids. As I said in an earlier post, I'm trying to get two bios up per week, so right now I'm keeping up. I hope I can hang in there and continue this, though...I'm notorious for falling off with these sorts of things.
I mean, right now I have a team pretty much designed, but they're missing a coach. Not good.
Either way, in less than two weeks I get to go home for Thanksgiving break, which will be nice (I'm taking my roommate into New York during that time, as she's never been there before - she's from Lithuania). I know that wearing my lovely Sox hat will be suicidal, so I'll have to find other options in terms of headgear, but otherwise it'll be a fun trip. Additional exciting things coming up include the other baseball award announcements and Peter Cook's birthday (the 17th - yes, I have this date written down on my calendar. I am that awesome much of a loser). Oh, and don't forget - happy Armistice Day, everyone! (If there was an Adopt-an-Ignored-War program, I would so be the adoptive mother of World War I.)
Right, enough of that. I'm not trying to angst - I'm just complaining a bit about why I'd rather have a single room right now. In fact, I think I'm really just trying to distract myself from the assignment I've been doing for several hours now that will take the students in the class who are good at math about an hour or so.
...oh, and I'm on serious baseball withdrawal, because I watched the Cowboys-Giants game today (I mean, when have I ever watched American football? Never!) and I've felt like watching the film Major League the entire weekend. I can't wait until I go home - I get my Wii back...
Let me just explain the situation. I have a roommate. I like my roommate very much. However, right now I am very frustrated with my cryptography homework involving RSA (I've never been good at math) and I want to yell and throw things. I cannot do this because my roommate is in the room and I don't want her to think I'm angry with her or disturb her (she is taking a nap right now as I type this). In general, college is quite fun, but I need a lot of alone time. I like to be with people, don't get me wrong - I'm not a hermit - but unless I'm with people who I am very close to (namely my high school friends) I don't feel like I'm in a situation where I can vent because when I vent my temper scares people who don't know me as well. (One of my college friends was actually afraid of me during the playoffs whenever the Sox were losing because he knew if he said the wrong thing he'd get hurt - which he almost did a few times, I might add...I came pretty close once during Game 1 of the ALCS when he started purposely rooting for Cleveland in front of me before the Sox decided to win that game later that night.)
I don't want to ostracize people, but if I keep myself bottled up I'll eventually explode on someone who I shouldn't, and that is why I need some alone time. I don't want to hurt anyone.
Additionally, right now I am worried sick (literally) about the Mike Lowell thing - the suspense is eating at me little by little - and I woke up with a crick in my neck, so bending over my calculator hurts. I am not having fun right now.
On the plus side, I have something to look forward to tomorrow - the official announcement of the AL and NL Rookies of the Year. Hopefully, we'll be capping off the Good Season with one last Good Thing in less than twenty-four hours. I also have an announcement from the Slumberwood front, believe it or not - the first two character bios are up, so you can meet my new middle infield (for those unaware, the middle infield consists of the second baseman and the shortstop). Yes, the derivation of the second baseman's name is obvious, and yes, the shortstop is extremely a bit addicted to sugar, but they're fun kids. As I said in an earlier post, I'm trying to get two bios up per week, so right now I'm keeping up. I hope I can hang in there and continue this, though...I'm notorious for falling off with these sorts of things.
I mean, right now I have a team pretty much designed, but they're missing a coach. Not good.
Either way, in less than two weeks I get to go home for Thanksgiving break, which will be nice (I'm taking my roommate into New York during that time, as she's never been there before - she's from Lithuania). I know that wearing my lovely Sox hat will be suicidal, so I'll have to find other options in terms of headgear, but otherwise it'll be a fun trip. Additional exciting things coming up include the other baseball award announcements and Peter Cook's birthday (the 17th - yes, I have this date written down on my calendar. I am that awesome much of a loser). Oh, and don't forget - happy Armistice Day, everyone! (If there was an Adopt-an-Ignored-War program, I would so be the adoptive mother of World War I.)
Right, enough of that. I'm not trying to angst - I'm just complaining a bit about why I'd rather have a single room right now. In fact, I think I'm really just trying to distract myself from the assignment I've been doing for several hours now that will take the students in the class who are good at math about an hour or so.
...oh, and I'm on serious baseball withdrawal, because I watched the Cowboys-Giants game today (I mean, when have I ever watched American football? Never!) and I've felt like watching the film Major League the entire weekend. I can't wait until I go home - I get my Wii back...