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I’m back at college, which I’ve been at for over a week now. I have been enjoying myself so much, it’s amazing the different in mood I get when I arrive.
But I’m dreading all work, and classes start Monday. It’s not that I expect it’ll be hard, I just know I would rather not be doing it.
So many towels that there is no logical excuse for them. Enough towels to fill every drawer in a typical college dorm room.
I think it’s because no one in this house likes the act of waiting so when we need a towel we NEED A TOWEL. And thus we have so many towels that we are always using and then consistently washing and whenever we run out of towels for unknown reasons we have two extra stacks of towels in the basement that we use when the other towels are being washed.
And earlier I was doing laundry and I brought my laptop down with me so I could continue talking with my friend, a decision I instantly regretted because how was I supposed to get both my laptop and my clothes up in one trip because ALL THE FUCKING LAUNDRY BASKETS WERE FULL OF TOWELS.
I ended up using my mouth to stabilize the laptop on top of the clothes, but that hurt my jaw, and my friend apologized for her suggestion hurting me. Which she didn’t suggest, to which she defended herself by saying it was implied that she suggested I bite my laptop.
Basically I’m upset by the sheer number of towels, and I have interesting friends.
Though it’s not as bad as my one friend whose dad wanted to strengthen their father-son bond and offered to get and watch porn with him, in which I could only assume would involve masturbation of the most awkward sorts. My friend declined.
I AM SO DONE BEING HOME.
I go back tomorrow but tonight while I was finalizing some college payments with my dad he was scrolling through the channels and says “Oh, I didn’t know we got Playboy!” and I say “We probably don’t we probably would have to pay for it” and he says all defeated “You always have to pay for the high quality stuff.”
I can’t deal with this sort of shit from my dad, he is not the sort of dad you would talk about porn with, or even MENTION its existence. He is not one of those cool dads, he had an afro when he was younger and he is white and not jewish.
Tomorrow will not come fast enough.
If there were ever a movie that could make me straight, it’d probably be Cashback.
I was never one to reblog things, I was sort of one to post my thoughts and whatnot.
But I’ve gotten busy. I do things away from my computer, and when I come back all I do is scroll through my dashboard until I’m all caught up, like the things I like, and then I get off my computer to do something else. When I have downtime with friends I go through my likes and show them some of the things, if I even do that at all. I might just play games or actually DO things, who knows.
But now I’m home, I have less to do. I’m writing these instruction cards for Swing Dancing moves on these little index cards, which helps me keep the moves in my mind, while also helping me to find ways to explain how to do the moves. Overall, they’ll help the club, as well as me, when I need to teach the moves without just going “Now do THIS”.
I’m not saying that my Tumblr will just end, I’ll update every now and then, probably more since the break started. But I can’t guarantee that I’ll keep up with it. I’m keeping the Tumblr because I like how there’s so much on here, and I literally follow the exact blogs that I want, which causes me to find everything that interests me. But it’s not something that I can keep up with, if I’m going to take on all of the responsibilities that I’ve been taking on. Maybe that’s what growing up is. I’d hate to think so, but even if it is, I’m not giving up my interests in place for responsibility. I’m just not updating the few random followers that I actually have.
We’ll see what happens, I guess.
In my short span of being an RA, I have joined the Swing Dance Club, as well as Swing Dance Performance (to do performances in front of people rather than just learning), continued to attend the LGBT~ club on campus, essentially became the RA of everyone on my floor, rather than just half the floor as is supposed to happen, and commended the respect of an entire fraternity.
The RA job is fun.
As an RA, I have no roommate.
But I found a balloon 2 weeks ago, and I’ve since adopted it, drawn a face on it, and named it Charlie.
I now call Charlie my roommate, and I weigh him down just right so he can float around. He leaves sometimes, when I leave the door open, and my residents will just bring him back saying “Charlie came to visit me.” It’s not even like this secret thing I have, everyone knows.
The other day I greeted the balloon as I walked into my room. I realized that I hit a low in my life if I’m doing something like this.
And yet, I’m happy. How strange.
- Being an RA is cool, but slightly stressful due to slightly more of a workload.
- I have cool residents.
- I have one smelly resident but I avoid her.
- I have 8 guy residents and 21 girl residents. SO UNFAIR
- I’m making loads of friends.
- I went to the LGBT club on campus.
- It’s going to be another lonely year.