Switch-a-roo
I think I'm becoming a morning person. I like it. I've been awake since eight this morning, have had a small cup of coffee and gotten my Internet working. One of the many problems with Beta is that it's in university limbo (they don't accept women during the year because they're a frat), so I'm tapping into local AirWes and crossing my fingers all the time. It's usually okay, but sometimes AirWes disappears.
Playing hide-and-seek with a wireless connection is awkward business. AH WHERE DID IT GO. It's a good thing that I can write this update while it's gone and wait for it to... that was about to devolve into whack-a-mole imagery. Resist.
In other news, I'm starting to become settled into my new room in Beta. The walls are a bright sky blue and there are three windows. Granted, I did have to beat the sketch out of this room -- the low table, upon which were condoms, aromatherapy oils and some chocolates in a soiled satin heart, was sticky. Apparently alums occupy the rooms during senior week and trash 'em as much as possible. It's a time-honored tradition.
It took me a couple of hours, not including breaks, but this room is as clean as I can make it. Hannah Masius asked me to watch her rugs for the summer and feel free to use them, which has been a godsend. There isn't much in the way of bare carpet left to walk on; even my feet now, underneath a desk, are on a very soft welcome mat. I should remember to thank her.
Also deserving thanks are tigerdreams and angelus7988, who helped me pack up my room in Hewitt and move into Beta. I had no idea that fully moving from one room to another, as opposed to shoving things into storage and yanking them out the next year, involved so much work. It took us from early afternoon until around 9pm, which is when, finally done, we piled into Jackie's car, went to Friendly's, and collapsed back in Nick's room. I had an impromptu roommate, a Hughes fellow who hadn't found an apartment, but he claims to have found another place to stay. I'm fine with his crashing every so often to give his other person a break, but I can't have a roommate right now. I will if he has no other place to go, but my brain isn't in the right place for it now. I've been somewhat of a mess this week.
That said, yesterday was mostly fantastic. I woke up at eight in Nick's room at Alpha Delt, went for a walk to Main Street and back, retrieved my notebook from my old room in Hewitt (thanks to my favorite bad-ass PSafe officer), and took a shower in my new home. I haven't really unpacked yet, but the first thing I did was put up posters, including a couple of awesome radical ones (East LA mothers and pro-Zapatista art) over the Beta dragon spraypainted onto my hallway door. Also hung up a towel over the misogynistic and fail-tastic pen graffiti on the inner side of my door. I wonder if it's a tradition that all who live in this room can write on it. Such feminist leftist poems will be coming...
I'm kind of a dork. I like it. It includes a big chunk of yesterday afternoon. Ali and I went out for lunch, then wandered around Main Street. We ended up spending an hour (at least) in the toy store, picking out a puzzle, and heading back to my room for Beer and Puzzles. There wasn't quite enough space on my formerly sticky table, so I stacked up all of my books and added a few extra inches to its width. The picture's a little crooked, since I took it with my laptop, but here's the general idea.
After we spent some time puzzling/exploring ADP so that she could figure out where laundry and the kitchen were (why do I know so much about that house?), she left, and Morgan came over right after work (ITS). We had an adventure of fail that involved driving to Portland and towards Meriden, then ending up with Indian food from the place in the Destinta square (Main Street). Conversations were had, and it made me realize that we get along much better as people when neither of us feels rushed. He ended up spending the night after a really heavy, less about-life and more about-me/us conversation about my issues with opening up to people. I really don't. The only people in my life, right now, who I can open up to are my parents and Nick. It's a problem, especially because the parts with Nick feel almost like emotional cheating. I want to be able to open up to Morgan. I did, some, last night. It was good for me, and he spent the night. We're having lunch together in a couple of hours, then going to the gym afterwards. We'll have to find a balance. I'm sure we will.
In the interim, I've my coffee, my Sufjan, and myself.
Playing hide-and-seek with a wireless connection is awkward business. AH WHERE DID IT GO. It's a good thing that I can write this update while it's gone and wait for it to... that was about to devolve into whack-a-mole imagery. Resist.
In other news, I'm starting to become settled into my new room in Beta. The walls are a bright sky blue and there are three windows. Granted, I did have to beat the sketch out of this room -- the low table, upon which were condoms, aromatherapy oils and some chocolates in a soiled satin heart, was sticky. Apparently alums occupy the rooms during senior week and trash 'em as much as possible. It's a time-honored tradition.
It took me a couple of hours, not including breaks, but this room is as clean as I can make it. Hannah Masius asked me to watch her rugs for the summer and feel free to use them, which has been a godsend. There isn't much in the way of bare carpet left to walk on; even my feet now, underneath a desk, are on a very soft welcome mat. I should remember to thank her.
Also deserving thanks are tigerdreams and angelus7988, who helped me pack up my room in Hewitt and move into Beta. I had no idea that fully moving from one room to another, as opposed to shoving things into storage and yanking them out the next year, involved so much work. It took us from early afternoon until around 9pm, which is when, finally done, we piled into Jackie's car, went to Friendly's, and collapsed back in Nick's room. I had an impromptu roommate, a Hughes fellow who hadn't found an apartment, but he claims to have found another place to stay. I'm fine with his crashing every so often to give his other person a break, but I can't have a roommate right now. I will if he has no other place to go, but my brain isn't in the right place for it now. I've been somewhat of a mess this week.
That said, yesterday was mostly fantastic. I woke up at eight in Nick's room at Alpha Delt, went for a walk to Main Street and back, retrieved my notebook from my old room in Hewitt (thanks to my favorite bad-ass PSafe officer), and took a shower in my new home. I haven't really unpacked yet, but the first thing I did was put up posters, including a couple of awesome radical ones (East LA mothers and pro-Zapatista art) over the Beta dragon spraypainted onto my hallway door. Also hung up a towel over the misogynistic and fail-tastic pen graffiti on the inner side of my door. I wonder if it's a tradition that all who live in this room can write on it. Such feminist leftist poems will be coming...
I'm kind of a dork. I like it. It includes a big chunk of yesterday afternoon. Ali and I went out for lunch, then wandered around Main Street. We ended up spending an hour (at least) in the toy store, picking out a puzzle, and heading back to my room for Beer and Puzzles. There wasn't quite enough space on my formerly sticky table, so I stacked up all of my books and added a few extra inches to its width. The picture's a little crooked, since I took it with my laptop, but here's the general idea.
After we spent some time puzzling/exploring ADP so that she could figure out where laundry and the kitchen were (why do I know so much about that house?), she left, and Morgan came over right after work (ITS). We had an adventure of fail that involved driving to Portland and towards Meriden, then ending up with Indian food from the place in the Destinta square (Main Street). Conversations were had, and it made me realize that we get along much better as people when neither of us feels rushed. He ended up spending the night after a really heavy, less about-life and more about-me/us conversation about my issues with opening up to people. I really don't. The only people in my life, right now, who I can open up to are my parents and Nick. It's a problem, especially because the parts with Nick feel almost like emotional cheating. I want to be able to open up to Morgan. I did, some, last night. It was good for me, and he spent the night. We're having lunch together in a couple of hours, then going to the gym afterwards. We'll have to find a balance. I'm sure we will.
In the interim, I've my coffee, my Sufjan, and myself.