HFCS: effika’s blog

Today was kind of odd. Finished Watership Down by Richard Adams. Go find it and read it if you haven’t, it’s a good book. I’ve noticed some stuff this reading since I first read it about 8 or 9 years ago. Things like sentence structure and grammar that don’t quite sound right. Still a marvelous book, though, and I quite recommend it.

Got Ryan to do his laundry, since I took him and Charles to the mall after I went to the ATM in Albertson’s. I folded it for him, since he was at loss. I’m serious. He wasn’t kidding around. He really wasn’t sure what to do with it after he got it out of the drier, whether to try to fold it there or carry it up first, or what. So we took it up (we left the laundry basket in his dorm) and I showed him how to fold shirts so they don’t wrinkle. We’ll see what happens next time around. :-)

While Ryan was playing Gun Valkyrie (the game Charles had bought at the mall) tonight, Paul mentioned something about how Charles had put them both down as roommates for the university appartments. I felt sad. It was 11.20pm by then, so I asked Ryan to take me home after the level he was on. Ryan knew something was up so asked me what was going on, and I asked about the apartments. I told him how I didn’t like feeling left out, and that I probably wouldn’t see them very much at all as I’d end up stuck in a dorm next year almost without question. Things like getting into appartments don’t happen for me. That’s not the kind of life I have, where really good things happen. That stuff, and the Jason Principle. The Jason Principle states: if one person wants to see a group of people, there is no reason that a group should travel to see that one. It’s in effect right now with none other than the principle’s namesake.

Being rather unable to make friends with people of my own sex (I don’t hate women– I am one of them, after all– I just can’t seem to do anything but viciously compete with them) I see that I will not have any roommates for an appartment, and a single one is not something I see my parents helping with. It is technically cheaper than living in the dorms, but the dorms have a haze around them that confuses my parents about how much they’re paying.

I have the form on my comp now, and I plan to print it out after my roommate leaves tomorrow, fill it out, place a deposit (my first check… somehow it doesn’t seem to fun… *realizes checks /aren’t/ fun b/c that means money is going away from her*) and turn it into the office tomorrow if I can figure out where it is.

Well, anyway… my roommate’s back from her trip and is feeling better about her *quotey fingers* “hibernating boyfriend”. Oh, while she was still gone yesterday Ryan came over and wondered if I was mad (see previous post). We got to talking a lot, and eventually things worked out. Afterwards we made up in the most fun way to do when you’ve got lots of privacy.

**Female-ish stuff, be ye warned**

I think my hormones are getting close to normal, but I still feel the vestiges of the two weeks of emotional hell I had while on the pill that I didn’t have before I started it. I imagine that by the end of this cycle it’ll be back to just one week of sh*t. Well, I’ve learned to not quite the pill in the middle of a cycle.

**Female-ish stuff over, you can read again**

Tomorrow I’m going to go eat lunch with Aaron (ugh…. blegh… well anyway I’ll find out what frat he’s in anyway), Charles, Ryan, maybe Paul, I’m not sure. We’re going to eat at the student union at 11 to try out the other restaurans besides the Wendy’s which resides there. Tomorrow is my day to run half-way across campus in ten minutes; wish me luck.