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April 23, 2003
Haven't We Shared This Room Before?
My interaction with Patrick has dwindled down to next to nothing. His door is now usually closed, there are no new posters hanging in our hallways, and he's rarely at the front desk. The only time I ever get any sense of his presence is while Chelsea and I are sleeping in our stacked bunk beds--we think he's just bought himself a new guitar. Now instead of hearing odd snippets of late night talk shows and Clint Eastwood movies through the wall, one can listen to Patrick plucking out the same frets and chords for hours on end. It isn't like hearing John Mayer through the night or anything, but at least it keeps Chelsea from pounding on the whitewashed walls to keep him quiet.
Jennifer has now come down with an awful cold. You know, the type that always leaves a person drippy, nasal, and all around slimy? Yeah, that's it. She's been blowing her nose every freakin' thirty seconds, and piles of snotty Kleenex are growing in our tiny trash can. I had to listen to her blow her nose about eight times in bed last night, and just the sound of mucus rushing through her nose was enough to keep me up for a good hour. On top of that, the cold just seems to have made her even more whiny and annoying--there isn't anything you can do to please her. I don't necessarily have anything against people being sick, but when you're going to be obnoxious about it, that's where I draw the line. The girl should just take some Robitussin AD and save all of us from becoming psychotic germophobes.
Last night in the commons, I sat wondering why it is that I seem to always be eating alone. Aside from the non-existent crowd of friends that I possess (due to the Best Friend Purge of 2002), is there any particular reason why I seem to be salting roast beef and stirring up hot chocolate by myself? The fact is all of my roomates are gone until at least 7:00 and have eaten without me, and all my other friends live off-campus so I almost always end up going to commons in a single fashion. It's sad, really. I always watch all the other tables and wonder how they all manage to attract so many people, while I sit and ponder over my own plate of hash browns and what-not.
I'm living a lonely, lonely life.
Today's Soundtrack: "Golden Slumbers," the Ben Folds cover
Best Part of the Day: Ehh, I'll tell you later.
posted at 8:30 a.m.
