I got up at about eleven today and watch The Biggest Loser for way too long. I got hungry after a couple hours though and headed straight for the dining hall. I ate a burrito with these two girls who I think could be lesbians. At least one of them for sure because no one talks about The L Word so graphically unless they want to munch vagina. It actually ended nicely, and I went to the study room. I was actually quite impressive (maybe only to myself) cause I got a great amout of music and film homework done. Anywho, I did a little socializing after with Iggy and his gang.
I honestly think Iggy doesn't really like me all too much. I'm probably a bit too much for him to handle, which is understandable considering how soft spoken he is. I like him and would like to hang out with him, but since I'm usually the initiator I think I'll step off for awhile. Upon coming to this decision, I got Cat's number so I could contact her directly since she and Robert were the main reason I even hung out with Iggy that much. I then hiked (twenty steps) back to the study room.
Now, you may be asking yourself why I couldn't do my homework in the comfort of my dorm that my parents pay about $10,000 a year for. You see, I have two roommates, Sydney and Melissa. For the duration of last quarter, Sydney and I were close-ish. At the least I liked kicking it with her. Melissa not really ever. I just can't get into fake people who have to turn up the volume to 11 to declare their presence to everyone within earshot. She doesn't do her homework but can complain about the rigor of her classes to no end. Too much acid and weed is what I have deduced is the issue. I'm sure we all know the type. When Melissa got a night to herself in our dorm room at the beginning of the quarter, she realized she could smoke in our room without getting caught by blowing it out the window. Now her and Sydney have made it a regular habit. I'm all for it once in awhile, but there is a certain respect for communal space that one should innately adhere to. Perhaps I'm irrational. But, for the last four or five days I have walked into a weed cloud at least twice a day cause it still sticks and reeks. To return to the question at hand, I don't want to have to inhabit the stench. I think that makes sense. So, I have decided to spend more time out of the room because I'm out voted in this trio situation. Besides, they seem to think I'm out having a good time when I'm actually trying to avoid their habits and get work done. I sense a tinge of jealousy surrounding me having things to do all day, so I'm definitely sticking with it.
Anyways, that's not really the half of it. I'll get to that later.
Jesse, my CA, had a scary movie night tonight. We watched Paranormal Activity and ate tons of junk food. It was great except that it was in the B6 lounge and I kept going back to that night. All I could think about was shame. That's probably why I stuffed my face so thoroughly. I did enjoy the company though.
As I was walking down my hall, I talked to a guy I met last quarter named Dylan cause his door was open. I ended up talking with his other two roommates too, Steven and Tony (whom I had Core 80B with last quarter). It's strange. I truly enjoyed my conversation with them, as casual as it was. It came so naturally and flowed with ease, something that I don't experience a whole lot of. I think I might try and get closer to Dylan, though this might conflict with Sydney's interest in him. Honestly, I couldn't care less because she is more of a distance admirer, and I'm looking for only friendship. I'll just try not to share my rapidly lowering opinion of her with him. Try. Haha no really, I'm going to hold back.
Later, Robert, Cat and I walked to the College Nine/Ten Dining Hall only to find it closed. It was a nice walk though. We got back to Cat's and they WANT to work on putting out a trilogy of webisodes! The concept is about a girl who is sexually abused and finds relief in killing rapists. I won't say all that much about it here, but I'm definitely excited about it cause we have a follow up meeting tomorrow for dinner. I think they might be really accepting me into their friendship, like a trio. Cat is interested in theater and Robert is changing his major to theater, and I know that's different from movie acting but I can't help but get excited about this. I'm trying not to get my hopes up. Maybe. I might start the screenplay tonight, but I had to get all this out.
So I finally get back to my room and it's about 12:30-1:00. As I walk into the ever-present cloud, I realize there are six to eight guys in there, two of which are sitting on my bed. My bed is NOT communal space at all, and I have no fucking idea why they would think they can invite their friends over and let them sit on my bed. If they have friends over, they can sit on their beds. No sense of boundary. I want to approach them about it, but it's clear I need to calm down so I can be taken seriously. At this point, I only want to coexist with them. That was the breaking point, the line they should not have crossed. Now my comforter smells like cigarettes. Cool. So I sat in the room as awkwardly as I could so that they would leave. I can't stand a lack of respect for communal space, let alone my space.
Okay, I think I'm done with the ranting. I really do want to get the screenplay at least started with a scene or two. The Biggest Loser also calls.
-Alena
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