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Thank the Goddess for Freshman Guy. A few weeks ago, he was in the room while I was freaking out about storing my stuff for the summer, since the new storage service is painfully expensive and I can't keep my stuff anywhere I can't walk to without it being a huge drama-tastic hassle. And out of totally nowhere he offered to keep my stuff in his room all summer instead - he's going to be doing bio research for most of the summer, and then I guess a drama intensive? This is insanely kind of him for any number of reasons, not the least of which is that he'll have to move my huge pile of heavy-ass books across campus twice all by himself. (OH GOD WHY DO I OWN SO MANY BOOKS WHY)

This is the first time I've gotten to the end of moving out day without being sore and exhausted and miserable. No getting up in the middle of the night to pack, no bruises all over my legs from dragging boxes around and dropping them on myself, no last-minute panicking over the half-dozen things that don't fit into any of my boxes. All I had to do was get everything boxed up and down the hall to Freshman Guy's room. I have a couple of things I have to bring over in the morning - I didn't want to sleep on a bare mattress tonight, and my fridge is still defrosting - but seriously, it was nice.

So yeah, I made it pretty clear to him that he has a blanket invitation next year to come to the apartment so I can cook him whatever he wants me to. Hell, I may learn pastry this summer just so I can bake him a fucking pie. He's sure as hell earned it.

I have a new roommate! Well, a new future roommate; I don't think Freshman Roommate is going anywhere in the next few days. But come September she will be off to Crothers (with, uh, every single other freshman in my dorm, I swear), and I will have a new roommate, hereby known as Apartment Roommate. Because we are sharing an apartment!

Playing Roommate Roulette is always a bit risky, but at least drawing into an apartment gives me a little more margin of error - since I have my own room (OMG), I'm willing to excuse a lot, so as long as she isn't growing alien lifeforms in the bath or scheduling drunken orgies without telling me, we'll probably be able to work things out. She seems nice, though!

Ha, I'm really embarrassingly excited about the prospect of having a bedroom all to myself, and a bathroom I don't have to share with an entire floor and all their drunken friends, and a kitchen. YOU GUYS I GET MY OWN KITCHEN JUST LIKE A REAL GROWN-UP. My dad even said he would let me take the bread machine back to school with me, since he never uses it when I'm not home. I have plans for some seriously Epic Baking next year. :D

Freshman Guy has decided he needs a casual dance partner, and I've been drafted as the person most likely to both be in the dorm and be willing to indulge his whim. But I can't dance a bit, 5 years of ballet not being enough to counteract my incredible lack of grace or natural rhythm. So tonight he showed up and we had an impromptu swing lesson (to Final Fantasy music), with a brief veer into the tango.

My dorm room is too small for proper dancing, of course, and he like to dance the girl's part, so by the end we were just improving and spinning each other over and over. I went from utterly hopeless to dizzy and hopeless and giggling too hard to stand up straight. I fear our hopes of landing a role on Broadway as a brilliant double-act may be dashed. But I think eventually I will be able to attend a fancy-dress party without humiliating myself, and Freshman Guy seemed to be enjoying himself. :D

*wobbles cheerfully off to bed*

Somehow this is the weekend of totally unanticipated social interaction. I swear, I have spent more time with people in a non-academic way the last two days than I have all month. IT IS SO STRANGE.

This evening I accidentally let a freshman I barely know talk me into going with him to Wal-Mart to buy a comforter - I didn't really want to go, because I hate Wal-Mart, but there was no one else around because of Big Game and I felt so bad for him I agreed to go with. And we ended up making a whole evening of it! After he bought his comforter, we drifted over into the Daiso across the parking lot to ogle the bento boxes and the random tiny wooden dishes, and I bought myself a key chain that looked like sushi, because why not? And then we took the bus across town so he could treat me to gelato to repay me for going with him. :)

Over the course of this adventure, it turned out that he is a) into sci fi, b) into anime, and c) into slash. So awesome! So most of the bus ride home we traded BL recs back and forth and talked about why Axel/Roxas is basically canon and how hot Daniel Jackson on Stargate is. And I talked him into watching Torchwood. He is basically a really neat guy, and I am looking forward to seeing more of him, since he lives just down the hall from me.

Tomorrow I'm taking the train to Sacramento so I can spend the holiday with my aunt and uncle. Hopefully the travel curse doesn't eat me alive.

Normally I reserve Friday nights for hiding in my room and watching TV, because a week of dealing with stuff usually has me too mentally exhausted to want to be around other people. But tonight I was reminded that, yes, despite the shyness and the awkwardness and the social phobia, I am, actually, an extrovert, and being around people is good for my health and energy levels.

I went to microwave something, and ran into a friend in the kitchenette. After we got caught up she shanghaied me into helping her carry some food into the other dorm, where a bunch of people I know were hanging out and having a pre-Thanksgiving dinner/party. The next thing I know it's two hours later and we're down four bottles of wine and have put some serious dents in the vodka and triple sec. Well, "we" - I stuck to apple juice, but everyone else was very much with the fun times. Which I always enjoy because I get to tease people about the stupid stuff they say while they're trashed that they can't remember anymore, and I get giggly and silly enough after a while that you can't actually tell that much difference. Anyway, it was cool - it's been awhile since I've taken the time to just hang out with people and shoot the breeze. I get all wrapped up in my own stuff, my classes and my reading and my work and whatever, and I forget that interacting with people is an important part of college too. Oh self, why are you so dumb?

So right next to my dorm is this big grassy field and a basketball court. Two things that are noteworthy about this:

1) The basketball court has the entire first canto of Dante's Inferno permanently chalked along the lines, legacy of a SLE class from several years ago.

2) When I walked by on my way home this afternoon, four guys were playing a pick-up game of basketball. ON UNICYCLES. I don't even - UNICYCLE BASKETBALL. SERIOUSLY.

I love this place so much sometimes.

Posting from the computer cluster (this is the first time I've gotten in here, since I have no dorm key. I also can't get into my room if the door is locked. FAIL.). I'm got here yesterday morning and am officially all unpacked and moved in. My dorm is awesome, tons of people I knew freshman year are back in FLoMo and it's great.

ResComp can die in a fire. Their stupid registration tool doesn't work, which means I haven't been able to get approved to get online. Also something weird wrong with my computer that makes it not start right, I don't even know. I may have broken the entire internet. My RCC is baffled and I am ready to start knocking heads together. May be online later tonight. Or maybe not.

ETA: Rescomp can still bite me, but my RCC is amazing. He's been sitting here with me trying to get my computer fixed for the last two hours. (It hasn't worked, but at least he's trying, goddess bless him). I may have to reinstall my OS or something though.

If my untimely demonic demise is ever featured on Supernatural, it's going to happen while I'm doing laundry.

There is just something so profoundly, wonderfully creepy about going past the black wrought iron gate and down the narrow staircase into the dimly lit basement where the laundry room is. There's this long hallway before you actually get there; the floor is concrete, there are exposed pipes and electrical wiring running along the ceiling, and you have to go through three heavy doors that always seem to close behind you with that very final 'you are never getting out of here' slam. When you do get to the laundry room, it's always deserted and the lights are off. There's an old school desk in the corner by the soda machine, and metal bars on the windows. It never fails to creep me the fuck out.

It's very easy to imagine it as the set up for a bad teen horror movie with a crazed serial killer. Or a slightly better horror movie with slimy basement dwelling monsters. Or, you know, an episode of Supernatural where Sam and Dean shoot things and then Dean has sex with like half my dorm, much to Sam's disapproval.

My short story gets workshopped in my fiction class tomorrow. My short story that I wrote in one night on the force of sheer bloody-mindedness and lots of caffeine. My short story about the 20-something comic geeky office boy who buys a magic flower, finds the city suddenly changing around him, breaks up with his girlfriend, and has sex with a mysterious man tellingly named Fox.

OH GOD KILL ME NOW. I'm getting queasy just thinking about it. *whimpers*

A Brief Summary Of The Last Few Days

Wednesday: spent 12 hours in the car with my father. Utah and Colorado were quite lovely to drive through. Salt Lake City seemed cool, for what I saw of it; we basically got in, ate dinner, and crashed. Because 12 HOURS IN THE CAR. Urgh.

Thursday: The salt flats in Utah are hideous. The drive was only about 7 hours, so that was good. There is a very small part of Reno (ie where all the casinos are) that is shiny and fun, the rest is a white trash dump. People kept mistaking me for a trophy wife. WTF Reno?

Friday: short drive again, this time through the moutains in Northeast California. Utterly, utterly gorgeous, if slow-going and a bit nausea-inducing at times (lots and lots of going in circles). I find it bizarre that I was able to read the entirety of Night Watch (Terry Pratchett), which was 400-odd pages, straight through with no problems, but 15 minutes of Japanese studying and I felt so queasy I had to stop before I got sick. We stayed with my uncle, who is neat (and /such/ a closet case), but had no internet and 5 golden retreivers. Enough said.

Today: got to campus around 1 in the afternoon. Moving all my stuff in was surprisngly hassle-free since it was stored literally 20 feet away. Roommate seems like a nice person so far, and reasonably messy, which is good. Two Major Problems.

1. I have no key! The housing office was closed when we got here, so I couldn't sign in and get my room key. Which means I have no way to get into the building until Monday unless someone else happens to be around. Or my /room/. I am very much spazzing about this.

2. When I went to register my computer so I could get online, I found out my wireless card had somehow spontanouesly disappeared. Like, it doesn't work, it isn't showing up /anywhere/, and the wireless utilty program won't open. It's not a life-ending problem - I can get on with my ethernet cable, and it's even long enough I can get my computer on my bed once I can see it again, but I am so tired and head-achey and frustrated and sick of this stuff it has me about in tears. I did everything my RCC could think of, including redownloading the drivers, but no go. She's going to ask around the other RCCs, but it might be a hardware problem, I don't know. Just...gah. I don't even want to deal with this now.

There will hopefully be a better, less emo post later, when I've gotten some damn sleep.

So I was all emo because I have a summer birthday, I'm going home on thursday, and I hadn't been showered, and I figured my dorm had just kinda forgotten about me because I've been a bit off the radar lately. But then a bunch of people dragged me out of my room and threw me in a cold shower. And now I am much happier. =)

I'm going to miss this dorm and it's awesome ways of awesome so much.

Current Music: Jonathan Coulton - I'm Your Moon

It has been in the mid-to-upper nineties for the past two days. I live on the third floor of a building with no air conditioning. I feel like I'm going to die. Words cannot describe how miserably, sweltering hot our room is - and we can't even leave the windows open, because the window on my roommate's side is missing the screen, and leaving it open results in HOLYFUCKBEES and me falling off my bed in shock/horror (I don't like bees, shut up). Not to mention that we are on the side of the building that a) has no trees/other buildings in front of it, and b) faces the sun pretty much the entire day. SO FUCKING HOT IN HERE.

Tomorrow I'm getting my lazy, cheap ass down to the shopping center and buying a fan (roommate agreed to cough up for half the cost, which is cool of her, and hey, she's suffering too) so that I will be able to sleep at night again. In the meantime, I shall continue to vent my rage at Stanford for sucking so hard. I mean, really! Last time I checked, our endowment's almost as big as Harvard's! We're paying them 40,000 dollars worth of tuition a year! (well, okay, I'm not, but somebody is) And with that, they still can't be arsed to put AC in the dorms? WTF STANFORD I HATE YOU RIGHT NOW.

Current Mood: hooooot
Current Location: My room, which is hot

So draw numbers got released today and I drew 391 yay!

Which makes no sense to people not at Stanford, so - housing here is done on a lottery; you sign up, you get randomly assigned a number along with everyone else, and how low your number is determines which houses you can draw into - popular houses, like the co-ops on the Row, have really low cut-offs, and you can't get in unless you have a very low draw number, while less popular housing, like FloMo, has higher cut-offs and people who want to live there have a pretty good shot of getting in even with high draw numbers.

391 is low. 391 is apparently very low. I might not be able to get into a Row house or something, but pretty much I can live anywhere I want next year, which is awesome. I'm going back and forth right now between Okada - Asian theme dorm, which could be fun and might give me a chance to work on my language skills with Japanese speakers (plus my Chinese skills, if/when I take Chinese again) - and Laguanita, which has the benefit of a) being a really pretty building, b) having pretty good food, and c) giving me a much better chance of getting a single. So yeah.

As if I needed more things to stress about! *tries not to think about the 2nd Japanese midterm of DOOM tomorrow and the presentation on TS Eliot's The Wasteland which is also tomorrow fuckfuckfuck*

Current Mood: intimidated
Current Music: John Barrowman - Hero

I was hoping that moving to another state with completely different flora would have the effect of confusing my immune system to the point that it would only attack things it is /supposed/ to attack, ie germs, and spend the rest of the time wandering around in little circles. Alas, this does not seem to have worked as well as I might have hoped. Admittedly, it's not as bad as it would be if I were back in NM, where at this time of the year I would not be able to breathe or see at all, but I am very, very, very quickly getting sick of coming back from class every day with a headache bad enough that I'm more or less useless the rest of the day.

The frustrating thing is that there doesn't seem to be much I can do about it. I have drugs, but they're OTC and not terribly effective, but I can't get anything stronger as far as I know because most insurance plans only cover Claratin, the bastards, and I don't think crying hysterically for no reason or walking into walls would be conducive to academic study. And since I have a 10-15 walk to class every day, I can't avoid going outside either. Bah. Stupid body. The lovely thing - next year's probably going to be much, much /worse/, once my body's gotten used to all the new pollen and decided it's evil too. Oh /joy/.

On the bright side, I sent my registration packet for Yaoi-Con off yesterday. And I'm loving my new comics fandoms (Superman/Batman and Captain America/Iron Man, for the curious), even though there isn't nearly enough writing in either of them. And I'm having fun using all my new music as a weird, geeky form of passive-agressive revenge against my roommate - like, "you and your boyfriend annoy me, so I'm going to make you listen to filk and Irish ballads mwahahaahaaa". Also, there is some kind of massive drama going on in my dorm that has spilled into chalk messages covering half of White Plaza and every inch of concrete between our dorm and the student union, but I have no idea what's actually going on. Yay for minimal observation skills!

Current Mood: bleh
Current Location: hiding from nature
Current Music: Wicked Tinkers - Farewell To Nova Scotia

Best quote of the night (as said by some random guys walking through our dorm): "Man, SLE kids are the same every year. They all read like crazy, and then on the weekends they pull shit like this.

XD We were mattress-sliding. It was fun! And exciting! And in retrospect, I'm amazed no one broke their heads open. We did have a lot of close calls though. Yay almost-life-threatening injuries! I can't really believe our staff let us do that, let alone blatantly suggested it and went down themselves. Hee!

Current Location: Going to slide down a staircase again
Current Music: The Feeling - I Thought It Was Over

Just in case anyone hasn't picked up on this the last 20 times I posted about it, I'd like to state, for the record: I FUCKING LOVE MY DORM. I LOVE MY DORM AND THE STRANGE, FREAKISH, AMAZINGLY AWESOME PEOPLE WHO LIVE HERE.

That's all I have to say on it.

Current Mood: enthralled
Current Location: FAISAN OF WIN
Current Music: Whatever is blasting on our RA's giant ghetto stereo thing

I just got back from our RA Helen's room, where about 20 of us were hanging out, having cookies and milk and taking turns reading The Phantom Tollbooth out loud.

I feel very warm and fuzzy inside.

Current Mood: content
Current Location: Faisan
Current Music: Kate Rusby - The Goodman

Have I mentioned just how much I seriously LOVE my dormmates? Because they rock out loud, they really do.

While I was at the student bookstore today buying some badly needed textbooks, I did a little manga shopping, and pretty much face-planted when I saw they had Junjo Romantica. I mean, our bookstore NEVER has yaoi! The closest they've ever gotten is Loveless. So I flipped out and decided I had to buy it, before it disappeared forever (sensible I am not). Then I got back to my dorm, and instead of going up to my room as I meant to, I ended up hanging out in the lounge for the next 6 hours. And at one point, I got vaguely bored, and decided to whip out Junjo Romantica and start reading it.

Somehow I had completely forgotten that it is very, very, very smutty. As in explicit, and quite so. I was not expecting to open it and almost immediately see sex of the kind that occurs between two men and involves a lot of lube. *grins* not that it's not good. Good art, and a fairly intriguing storyline, although I like Shout Out Loud! and Black Knight better. Anyway. Someone noticed me reading it, and asked if they could see. And I was like "...you won't like it. Seriously. You won't like it. It's gay. It's gay /porn/." Despite my protestations, it was taken, and...when did reading porn become a group activity? I mean, really!

But honestly, Dan was reading it out loud, and I know he's gay, but none of the other guys there were, and everyone was so cool with it. They seemed to find it horribly funny (which it was), which is just so far from what I'm used to - the reaction I typically get would be something along the lines of "OMG GAY PORN MAKE IT GO AWAY!!!" And no one gave me any weird looks for the fact that I was reading gay porn in the first place.

WHAT IS THIS STRANGE PLACE I HAVE COME TO?

So in conclusion, Junjo Romantica=hot and good, Faisan=win, and Dan=way too cute in a skirt and tights.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: Not the real world, obviously
Current Music: Terry Prachett - Jingo

So, I spent most of this evening/night at our first random impromptu Faisan louge party. There was lots of dancing, or my case leaning against the sofa and occasionally swaying in a arhythmic fashion. Most of the songs I recognized were by te Backstreet Boys or N*Sync. It was kind of like being in fifth grade again, in many, many ways. Except for the really bad sex jokes, I guess.

I was never a good party person in high school...it's nice to see some things haven't changed. No, it was fun, it was. I'm just weird.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Location: Just left the Fais-awesome lounge
Current Music: The Bravery - This Is Not the End

Apparently the post office has some kind of weird anti-vendetta against me, because they seem to like to time it so that I get all my anticipated mail at the same time - for example, in March, I got like 4 college letters all on the same day. Today was one of those days.

I (finally, bastards) got my housing packet, which was not horribly exciting, as it mostly confirmed what I already knew (living in Faisan, dying in SLE), but still it was neat - it feels a little more real actually holding the piece of paper. And it had a survey for my dorm I have to fill out - likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc (which makes me think of Team 7 and Sasuke's "I don't really like anything") - and the reading list for SLE. Odyssey! *gasptwitchdie* Hate it hate it hate it hate it. Ulysses is an ass. And we have to read some kind of Jewish scriptures thing and a couple parts of the Bible. Hopefully I won't burst into flames.

I also got my plushies today!!!!!!!! *deathglomps, for they are way too cute* How does Cloud manage to look emo even as a giant-headed plushie? It's absurd. And yet he does. And Naruto looks likes he just had kinky semipublic sex with Sasuke. Vey satisfied with himself. I think I have to go cuddle them now. And try to get some music on my new mp3 player, although that may be easier said than done.

Current Mood: enthralled
Current Location: Cuddling My Plushies
Current Music: Franz Ferdinand - Michael

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Moving Day!
To The Bat-Kitchen!
I'd Rather Dance With You
You'd Almost Think I Was A People Person
Yes, Virginia, I Do Have A Social Life
OH STANFORD
Moving In Fail
I Did Not Watch The Oscars Tonight
Sometimes A Girl Needs A Gay Man Singing Broadway
Well It Makes Sense In Context, Okay
Screw You, Expensive Private University
(Not So Much) Drawma
There Is Probably Something Ironic About Reading Darwin and X-Men At The Same Time
Don't Try This At Home
In Light of Recent Events
Every Time I Try To Be a Pessimistic Person
A Post of Love (Boy- and otherwise)
This Is Not My Kind of Thing, Really
A Day of Very Good Mail

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Entries tagged with dorm

Moving Day!

To The Bat-Kitchen!

I'd Rather Dance With You

You'd Almost Think I Was A People Person

Yes, Virginia, I Do Have A Social Life

OH STANFORD

Moving In Fail

I Did Not Watch The Oscars Tonight

Sometimes A Girl Needs A Gay Man Singing Broadway

Well It Makes Sense In Context, Okay

Screw You, Expensive Private University

(Not So Much) Drawma

There Is Probably Something Ironic About Reading Darwin and X-Men At The Same Time

Don't Try This At Home

In Light of Recent Events

Every Time I Try To Be a Pessimistic Person

A Post of Love (Boy- and otherwise)

This Is Not My Kind of Thing, Really

A Day of Very Good Mail