I have Jobey's (my dead cat) picture on my desk. I never realized before how the photo is really true to life size.
I miss that animal. One day, I shall get his eyes tattooed somewhere on my body. I miss him.
Oh, and I'm official out of my burnout stage. Something happened last night when I was writing a paper; I began to care about doing work here again.
I met Nate, a democrat who lives on the 3rd floor of this dorm. He's a sweet guy. I wish something would happen here but I'm not so sure anything will. He has intimacy issues and, well, I don't anymore...well, at least not as severe as they used to be.
Elsewise, there's a guy named Nick who lives upstairs as well. He looks like Jian (when he had unilevel hair) but Nick is more french, less (meaning, NOT AT ALL) persian and a set of green eyes.
Oh, and he's not as girly.
