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Last night I dreamed that: I served time in the army in China
I was going to go to grad school in South Africa
I was hanging with friends, including ergood, who knew my face but nothing more. His memory had been wiped.
Today: more settling in, asking questions, requesting letters. Flatmate #4 moved in. Jeremy is from LA. He says he likes cooking.
I learned last night that TCD generally (or maybe even by policy?) makes housing arrangements same-sex by apartment. Unless I checked off the wrong gender box on my application, I've been stuck with three boys when I should have been living with girls. This doesn't bother me much... so far. Jeremy seems nice enough. Hipster with a girlfriend in Cork. Went to Santa Cruz. He claims he hated the people there because they were obnoxiously hippie, but it's clear he's picked up some of it himself. The "obnoxious" part about Santa Cruz-ers certainly resonates with me; they're obnoxiously proud of where they're from (or, in David's case, spent 18% of their lives). Except that I think mah_zeh is from Santa Cruz, and she's not obnoxious.
Also, I'm glad I'm in this apartment because they stuck two Jews together, and that's fantastic.
H'anyway, I have a theory about this. The reason I was offered housing at the last minute is because boy #4 turned down his room when it was offered to him, so they stuck me in here.
Jeremy, Toyoki and I spent a while chatting in the kitchen. I think T's English is already improving, or else he's losing his inhibitions to speak. It was awful funny when he tried to say "I am naturist-- naturalist-- natural--" when he meant that he eats organic food. Jeremy does not know how to downgrade his language (doesn't realize, I'm sure, that he's using complex structures that are harder to understand). T did, though, inform us that we'd never had real sushi; the rice is wrong and the fish not fresh enough. Now Jeremy and I are both craving sushi and have no idea where to get it here.
I wonder if at some point I'll ask Accommodations whether they made a mistake. Seems no point to it as of yet. I wonder if they'd make a fuss to move me out, or whether they shrug off things like these.
Thanks to the sci-fi society I am now caught up with Heroes, and will continue to be so 2 days late every week. Wahoo!
There's a girl my age in my ling program who seems awfully sympa, but she had to leave orientation at the halfway today because she was sick and may not show up tomorrow. She also doesn't have any electives with me this term. But she's spent time in Alabama, though we didn't have time to discuss the story.
I was going to go to grad school in South Africa
I was hanging with friends, including ergood, who knew my face but nothing more. His memory had been wiped.
Today: more settling in, asking questions, requesting letters. Flatmate #4 moved in. Jeremy is from LA. He says he likes cooking.
I learned last night that TCD generally (or maybe even by policy?) makes housing arrangements same-sex by apartment. Unless I checked off the wrong gender box on my application, I've been stuck with three boys when I should have been living with girls. This doesn't bother me much... so far. Jeremy seems nice enough. Hipster with a girlfriend in Cork. Went to Santa Cruz. He claims he hated the people there because they were obnoxiously hippie, but it's clear he's picked up some of it himself. The "obnoxious" part about Santa Cruz-ers certainly resonates with me; they're obnoxiously proud of where they're from (or, in David's case, spent 18% of their lives). Except that I think mah_zeh is from Santa Cruz, and she's not obnoxious.
Also, I'm glad I'm in this apartment because they stuck two Jews together, and that's fantastic.
H'anyway, I have a theory about this. The reason I was offered housing at the last minute is because boy #4 turned down his room when it was offered to him, so they stuck me in here.
Jeremy, Toyoki and I spent a while chatting in the kitchen. I think T's English is already improving, or else he's losing his inhibitions to speak. It was awful funny when he tried to say "I am naturist-- naturalist-- natural--" when he meant that he eats organic food. Jeremy does not know how to downgrade his language (doesn't realize, I'm sure, that he's using complex structures that are harder to understand). T did, though, inform us that we'd never had real sushi; the rice is wrong and the fish not fresh enough. Now Jeremy and I are both craving sushi and have no idea where to get it here.
I wonder if at some point I'll ask Accommodations whether they made a mistake. Seems no point to it as of yet. I wonder if they'd make a fuss to move me out, or whether they shrug off things like these.
Thanks to the sci-fi society I am now caught up with Heroes, and will continue to be so 2 days late every week. Wahoo!
There's a girl my age in my ling program who seems awfully sympa, but she had to leave orientation at the halfway today because she was sick and may not show up tomorrow. She also doesn't have any electives with me this term. But she's spent time in Alabama, though we didn't have time to discuss the story.