home, home on the range
well i’m moved back into the dorms. i brought 8 days worth of clothing (a full cycle, i’m so proud) and a bucket of apprehension. the apprehension came mostly from the room feeling lonely and the whole building feeling lonely. also, i prefer my dogs by a lot to my roommate and i miss them like whoa today. i don’t know if i’ll sleep right without peanut nuzzling me.
so steve came over to the dorm after we went to dinner and i got really upset because the room just felt so big and i knew that when there was no one in it i’d probably cry a lot. so i just took care of my crying right away and dealt with it. i don’t really understand why this is such a big deal for me, but earlier today i absolutely did not want to move in to the dorms. but i moved in anyway cos i’m pretty sure i have to force myself to do it so that’s what i did. and here i am.
after my crying episode, tim called so steve and i went and hung out with him and christy for a while. that was a good time. we read encyclopedias and learned a whole lot. then we sat around and talked and bullshitted about whatever it is people talk and bullshit about. the best phrases of the evening were “subconscious masochism” and “see i hear that story and i just think pedophile.”
around 1:45am my phone rings and its Trena. who is apparently here with boyfriend and she wants to know if i’m staying in the dorm tonight. and i tell her that i was planning on it but i can go home if she wants me to.. its not really a big deal and she says that i don’t have to but wants to know when i’ll be here so i told her i’d be here at about 2:30 or so. when i show up she comes out and says that she didn’t know i was coming this soon. but i said sunday or monday so i don’t really mind. she also brings good and bad news. the good news is that tamichael is moving here. so i pray pray pray that he gets a job because i would inevitably see a lot less of her. which would be good cos then i wouldn’t hate how she never leaves. for obvious reasons. the bad news is she’s opposed to the bed bunking idea. so i’m lofting. i was excited about the extra space in the room, goddammit.
now, the weird thing is: my apprehension about moving in left when i didn’t like my roommate again. file this one under subconscious masochism.
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Perhaps your apprehension about moving left because you realized you would have something to do there, namely, hate your roommate. You have someone to try to protect your space from now.