I've been up since roughly 5:30ish. Fucking loud-ass drunken people outside climbing onto trees at about quarter of 6am.Now come on people. I don' t need that. What the hell is this all about? I got up and went to the bathroom, then came back to stand by my window in the dark to watch them for a while. I sat there with my chin resting on my hand and watched, waiting for one of the bastards to fall out of the tree and break his neck.
That would have been just punishment for waking me up after only 4 hours of sleep 3 hours before I could wake up via alarm clock.
Ha. I was this close to getting the popcorn out but it was too early in the morning and then I'd be forced to stay awake due to the energy boost.
So, I got my schedule for next semester completed. It looks something like this:MondayFrench 9:20-10:15amPhilosophy 10:25-11:20amAmerican Theatre 1:30-2:25pm
TuesdayLiterary Perspectives 1:00-2:20pmFoundations 4:00-5:20pm
That enough filler for you? Good, biatch. I tried real hard.
I've upped my dosage of Neurontin to 2 pills a day just like the doctor ordered. I was hesitant at first due to the dizziness and drowziness I'd experienced when I'd taken one too close to my bedtime. I took one this morning on my way to create a new schedule and experienced little to no drowse until around 3 o'clock when we watched a video in my history class. I closed my eyes and experienced that good and groovy feeling of losing my balance due to falling asleep. Then I'd jerk myself awake.
You ever have that? You're so close to falling asleep and you're enjoying the feeling until something imaginary jumps out of you to scare the shit out of ya?
Anyway, I woke up just in time to watch the fall of the Berlin Wall. Niiiiiiice.
Elsewise, I've been so wrong about something.
My roommate.
If you've noticed there's been little bitching about anything I find frustrating about her for a little over a week, right? Well, let's examine this, shall we? There are two main reasons.
We had it out last Friday and I had a blowout over some pretty petty shit which made me re-examine my petty shit problems with her. She's amazing and I was jealous. That's what it comes down to. Is it really a problem that she does things in her own way? Would I really want to be victim to someone's criticism over the way I sat down or reached for an object? No. It's time for me to be easier here.
Also, I went to see her dance tonight during this cultural awareness thing called Fall Fusion. I sat with her parents, who in spite of all my bitching and criticism, are really cool people. Afterwards, I sat with Mira (her mom) in our room and we spoke about the Ash Ram in South Fallsburg and Gurumayi. She's actually a nice woman. Instead of seeing her love for her daughter as an uncomfortable inconvenience, I saw it as love (for the most part, old habits die hard but I'm working on it). But I saw her on stage kicking ass and taking names and was very proud of her. I've said I didn't like how she moved around the room without power in her step, but I saw more than enough of that passion tonight. It was nice.
Then I started missing the aspect of being in band that I loved: the publicity, the ability to make people scream with just a few notes or a look. I miss closing my eyes in front of a crowd of people while I'm playing my saxophone.
I fucking miss my tenor sax. That thing rocked and I miss it...
But I suppose I've changed the way I've been here SINCE I've been here.
Good thing, eh? No intolerance from me is niiiiiiiiiiice.
One last note, look forward to template changes within the next few weeks when it gets cold enough around here to snow or when it stops being 60* at night.
And Kate, I hope you're happy. I updated just for you :)
PS~About 300 visitors til we reach 10,000 hits. Whee.
