So, another paper to write, another entry added.

This one is about Billy Budd and religion. It's supposed to be a literary analysis, and I chose the topic. Why, you ask? Because Billy Budd is awsome.

And why am I writing it now, in the middle of the day rather than late at night? Well, it's because tonight I will be studying for my Environmental Issues test, and before that I have to talk to my advisor about scheduling for next semester. Unlike the rest of the freshmen, I and the rest of the honor students get priority scheduling. Woo. And I need to figure out how I will graduate within three years.

The main reason, though, why I am here now, is because I am avoiding my room mate as much as I can. A few days ago, she met some guy Mike and now she's talking non stop about him. Not that I mind that she is happy, in fact I like it a lot more than when she is depressed, but both of those moods are overbearing. I don't hate her though. I feel bad for her. I was talking to Chris and Kacy today in 2-D, and they were telling me that they are behind me in this. Appearantly, a lot more people than I realize are wondering how it is that I manage to live with her. It made me feel good to know that I have support out there.

Oh yes, and her newest obsession (other than Mike): carving a stick.
Well, not really carving a stick, more like carving a flagpole.
Actually, it's more like making scratches in a flag pole. She keeps on talking about how it tires her out because she is "creating" something (we just went over renaissance in Art History, and the whole Creating as in Being inspired by the Devine to Create something; doing God's work on earth, as opposed to Making as in manual labor. Now, she is CREATING this stick)
How do I feel about this? To quote Kacy "It's a fucking flagpole. Now, if she had gone out, cut a stick off a tree, fired it, and then carved into it with carving tools, then it would be cool. But making needle scratches in a flagpole? No."

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Tomorrow Michelle and I are going out to Edinboro Inn to see if they allow pets there, and then we are going to go to an open house for off-campus housing for next year. One of these days I'll have to break the news to Tegan that I am not spending the next three years rooming with her.

Room mate - 10/27/2005
Worst ever - 07/21/2005
Goth - 05/29/2005
Bad Baby - 05/25/2005
- - 02/08/2005

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