Someone below me is playing a digeridoo and I can feel it through my seat.

I like geology. We sorted more rocks today, and my group finished in an hour and 45 minutes; we were the first ones to go. I worked with the same girl, who is smarter than she first seems, as I thought, and a cute color-blind boy.

I felt like a lazy slug this evening, so I went up to the Commons and worked out there, because it is much shorter a distance and there is no one there with whom I must compete for use of the equipment. It took me a couple minutes to figure out what everything was because it was laid out differently than the Drake weight room, but then I got the hang of it. I want to go work out there tomorrow too, though I do have capture the flag tomorrow evening.

Oops, I forgot to practice, and I don't know where one can practice at 9 in the evening in the dorms.

Dinner and luch were both bad today, but lunch was better than dinner because a)I got to rant about obnoxious girl Melissa in Western Traditions with another girl who's in the class, and b)there was some different salad dressing. Melissa, annoying girl, is loquatious and a knowitall suck-up. Anytime anyone says anything, her lips quiver with anticipation at shooting them down, or rephrasing the other's idea in a sentence with larger words, or refuting a perfectly good proposition with some historical reference or literary reference no one (not even the teacher, I bet) has heard of. I also got trapped behind her yesterday because we made a circle in the room with our desks, and there was not enough space for one extra desk--so I got stuck in my own special back row. Behind Melissa. So the whole class, while she ranted, I took the brunt of glares in her direction as they shot over her shoulder and onto me. But today, I made sure to move the opposite direction, so I could direct my own glares in her gen-air-al deer-ek-sion.

Oooh! I also bought myself a Who poster today. It was sufficiently cheap for my purposes. But I have no where to put it at the moment, so I hung it behind my coats since there is a lot of space there and it is a rather large poster. I figure I can be in constant transition with the images on my walls, so when I get sick of what I have up now I can rotate.

Heh, I'm having a Bob Marley battle with the person below me. I can't tell who's winning.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! Ong is finished! No more Orality and Literacy!!!

Yay!!! Jazz band was awesome today--we sightread, which I enjoy doing, and I got to "show the saxes how to play." Ha, how's that for women's liberation?

Well, that plan failed. There's no bus service there on Sundays. So I tried to go get lunch, but they were serving breakfast. I missed the lunch-type thing, pizza, so I ate a biscuit and a salad. Going to be hungry soon.

Sally wants me to get a)mace and b)a police whistle and c)two male-type friends and one girl who can and will accompany in every adventure. Don't know how that'll work. I'll try for one.

All right--must read approximately 100 pages of non-fiction stuff today, so I'll be busy. (Hehe apparently Cody has to read 137 pages too! Good thing I already started!)

I'm going to attempt to catch the bus somewhere! the horror. My roommate slept 12 hours, I slept 8 and got up an hour before she did. Hehe.

Well, it appears that I can't do pictures, either.

At first I wanted to draw an otter, but my drawing looks to me more like an ewok.

Today was a waste of a day. Damn! I hate that.

Hehe, it's very satisfying to take a long nap.

Went running this morning. "More than a mile." But not by much.

Ack! Should've stayed home for a year, apparently. You can't do anything when you're not 18:
buy matches
rock climb
have your own atm card
have your own cell phone
have your own credit card

All I can say is--curses!

My hallmates dragged me to a "party" while Cody was at church this evening, and there were beer cans strewn all over everywhere even though there was barely anyone there, and I convinced them to take me home after about ten minutes of uncomfortably and awkwardly sitting on the sofa.

Now I'm inspired to listen to all my big band stuff because Brian requested some of it. I forgot how much I like it! Ben Webster, you play like a dream!

Just got back from the Viking Union, a five minute walk away. Glancing at my watch, I was alarmed to see that it was 6:30, and I had already missed Ridgeway dinner. I ran down to Viking Union, and was surprised to see a line, particularly when the sign on the door said it closed at 6:30 also, and it was already past that. I got my nasty-looking sweet & sour chicken, opted to add the vegetarian pasta thang, sat down with some girl and her roommate, and then discovered that it was only 5:40 instead of 6:40. Curses! That's what I get for glancing at my watch instead of reading it.

There goes the piano sound again!

I hate relearning and relearning the difference between nuclear fusion and nuclear fission...

Yay Van Halen!

But anyhow, I printed a document in the library that was 25 pages long and it took about 10 minutes to print, thereby screwing over some girl who needed to print something before she caught the bus, but who had to wait until mine was done. The uber-slow printer had to process each and every page rather than processing once at the beginning and then printing everything right away after that. Mortifying.

It drives me insane--the internet is very fluky here, as is the cell phone reception.

When I got up this morning, I grabbed my milk, and it sounded like it had ice cubes in it. So I shook it a bunch but I guess the fridge is set too cold.

On a side note, either the fridge, Cody's mac (which is terminally on and playing music just loud enough to be annoying, like a mosquito in my ear, but not loudly enough to be recognizeable), or the people below us every so often make a sound like a single tap of a key on a piano. Either that or I'm going mad. Like the poltergeist! ; )

Sigh. Out of the loop again.

My geology lab was dull. We sorted rocks per instructions (incorrectly) then redid it (incorrectly) then finally sorted them "the way geologists sort them." I worked with some guy who wanted to look hippie-ish but would have looked better sans scruffy beard, a girl who acted stupid but who knows, and the hippie guy's fried who was more intelligent though no more willing to do extra work. I hate that, when people are too lazy to do stuff right.

Apparently I got into second chair clarinet. Not bad, especially considering I didn't have anything prepared. Tomorrow I'm fixing up my schedule.

I called the cell phone company, and apparently the 3440 number was not mine ever, it was some disconnected Nokia person's. I hope I was using their minutes instead of mine! Who knows how long I've talked--though I try to be good about time before 9 pm. The guy with the british accent who was helping me thought I was stupid. Apparently I took too long after powering on my phone to type in whatever the heck he told me to do. We had to try that three times. Third time's always the charm.

I'm sick of salad.

I finally caved and ate some dessert. A frost-your-own cupcake at lunch, and blackberry cobbler at dinner. The cobbler was not half bad. Also had to wait in line a long time for my pasta, which was not that yummy. I always seem to go for the International food. Ah--yay! I found the croutons yesterday--they were hiding from me, up above all the other salad stuff. Improved my salads greatly.

Yay! I got into jazz band! Lead alto! And, surprisingly enough, there is one other girl. I thought I was the only one because she was not on the list, but she was there. It should be fun. Except annoying Eli, the Pt. Reyes guy who is ultra weird and pestersome, might be in it. Damn.

But then last night I went to Edens South to play capture the flag at nine o'clock. Crazy! Sneaky longstockings! I pulled a stunt with another new guy in which we pretended to just be passers-by, after sneaking up a hill and down it where there was no trail, and then I talked to no one on my cell phone, but then went for the flag too soon. Oh well. We played four games, and I got home at a quarter to midnight. I'm sure Cody wanted to kill me. Just like now, since I got up at 7 this morning to go get my books at the bookstore before there was a huge line. Except, idiot that I am, I grabbed one of the wrong books! I'll have to go exchange it. I assumed, since it was directly next to my lab manual, that they would arrange by class, and both the book I wanted and the book I grabbed have blue-themed covers...so, I'm screwed. Long line for me.

My classes were fine, I have more today. My ethics teacher has a vision problem, so we're emailing all our work to him, and then a program on his computer will read it out loud to him. Exciting.

I keep trying to introduce myself to people in dining halls and classes, but I always pick someone older. Always juniors, it seems. I met a 27-year old junior in my geology class (which is going to be uber-cool, even though I have the wrong book at the moment). Meadow was her name?

All I can say is, evil credit card, and evil sprysoft. And evil AT&T for lousy instructions.

Now I know more about the dining hall schedule. Unfortunately, I am learning the hard way.

So, around 6:40, my RA tried to pester me into going to something. I declined, saying that I had not yet dined. "Do you think it'll still be open?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," she said. So five minutes later, I headed up to the dining hall. Closed.

Then I went to the sailing club meeting--it costs $55 for the quarter, and I have a class the same time as practice. So no.

Then I decided to go over to the library and see if they had anything interesting. Closed. So I walked across the street, thinking that I could at least investigate which books I needed, if not buy them with what money I have before my credit card comes. They closed at 7:30--I got there at 7:35. Then I thought I'd try to look at the poster sale, for amusement. Closed. Finally, I went over to the dining hall to find out the late night dining hours.

They don't begin until tomorrow.

Guess I'll be hungry come lunchtime! Thank goodness for leftover italian...

So I'm attempting to keep you up to date and simultaneously record for myself "my college life". I read somewhere that if you use quotes like that you distance yourself from your writing, which I don't really want to do.

So tonight I talked to Sally for an hour and a half, and my family for half an hour. Feel loved, Sally, I guess. All that talking made me thirsty. Mmmmmm, OJ.

So my roommate, Cody, is really nice. But she keeps trying to drag me to all these religious things. I wouldn't mind if they didn't all try to convert me, but now they come to my room and leave sunny messages on the whiteboard on my door. So I pretended to join the atheist club and put their poster in a prominent position on my corkboard.

On a sad note, I have really not met anyone. Later, I'm sure, and hopeful.