Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Doing stuff.

So I'm recently beginning to realize just how much of a creep I really am. I've started getting really competitive (with myself) for the little coke and pepsi rewards. Do I buy the soda like a normal person? Heck no!
Instead, I've taken to rifling through the recycling bin on my floor in search of points for free stuff. Today I realized, wait, my residence hall has four floors-- straight up, that means four recycling bins! 
So I went to every one on every floor. 
Then, going to the cafeteria, I realized, wait, there are a lot of residence halls here on campus. EVEN MORE recycling. So, you guessed it. I went through quite a few halls looking on the floors.
First, I hit up Towers South, one of the biggest places on campus. It took me a bit to find the stairs and everything to get into the dorm areas and even then, I wasn't really sure where their recycling room was because it has a much different layout then my hall. I found it, eventually-- although not in a little room like mine but instead right out in front of the elevators, which made me kind of lose my nerve a little bit. I peeked in, only to find someone had thrown straight up pizza in there. Weird? Yes. No caps for me, I gave up on that hall.
I went to Towers North next, and just kind of quit right away as well.
Then on to Governer's, which had a similar set up to Towers. I only went down the girl's halls but still found absolutely zero.
Next, on to Sutherland where I actually made very good progress and left feeling really swell, still after only going up on all the girl's floors.
Last, I hit up Bridgeman and was met with equal success. I decided not to go to Murray which was on the other side of campus and didn't go to KT or Putnam either because they are at the bottom of the hill and I was pleased with what I had accomplished.

I have to go back to Towers because although the bins just being right out in the open kind of made me wary at first I have cast aside my inhibitions and am just thrilled by my endeavors.
I give myself bonus points for doing this all by myself. Adds to the creep factor, yes?

And that is all for today.
I feel like it should be midnight with how tired I am in relation to how quickly it got dark. But it is 9:15. Ho hum.

Monday, October 20, 2008

About: My dorm room and roommate.

Moving to college really constitutes one major, basically universal change in most everyone: living in a dorm with a roommate, usually someone you've never met before and usually the first other person besides family you've ever lived with on a one-on-one basis.
This can either be a really good thing or a really bad thing, it is largely up to pure chance and sometimes a little bit of luck. Sure, before submitting a housing application you fill out a little bit about yourself-- study habits, noise-level preferences, sleep patterns, little things that could potentially help out your roommate selectors pair you with someone more adept to your schedule so you don't go crazy and kill each other within the first few weeks. 
Still, this schedule does not always match up perfectly and even if you do both go to bed regularly at 1 in the morning every night, this doesn't necessarily mean your personalities will be in sync and you'll be shown riding off into the sunset on horseback, best friends for life.
When I was first assigned a roommate, I got a basic about her sheet with your basics: full name, phone number, address, and not much else. Also included was a "getting to know your roommate" instructions, which basically gave basics you could talk about such as, what do you do for fun and what kind of books or music do you like, where did you grow up, things like that. It also instructed you to call your roommate at least once before moving in because corresponding through email or via facebook could give you not so much of an accurate perception. I didn't make a phone call and neither did my roommate, so meeting her was kind of a surprise. I didn't regret not calling her, I feel like it would have made for a very awkward conversation. 
I did become her friend on facebook, however, and just basically messaged her back and forth, increasingly more often as the move-in date drew near. Our conversation was very light and mostly superficial, do you party, what kind of music do you like, what's your major, what's your hometown like--- blah, blah blah. But it really helped to get a kind of feel for the person, even though I had absolutely no idea what to expect. 
After move-in, the first few days were kind of weird. I'm basically used to solitary time alone but with another person living in the same little cube as I do, it was kind of strange to adjust to.  I'm pretty lucky with my roommate, however. We don't really have a ton in common and we're not the best of friends or anything, but we get along just fine. We're both very laid back and don't have any problems with people staying over or music or anything really. 
Some of the people I've met haven't gotten so lucky-- not at all. One has a roommate who she has practically nothing in common with and who wakes up really early and goes to bed really early and doesn't exactly talk to her roommate and instead just leaves angry notes around. 

My roommate in particular is from Minnesota as well, although north of the Twin Cities instead of south. She's small and has dark brown hair and listens to country, pop, and some rock. She studies with the TV on, usually switched to MTV or some similar channel, and she has a lot of friends who attend to UWEC as well, and one or two of them is usually in the room, especially on weekends. Her classes begin at 8 AM every morning except for Friday when she has no classes and her first class is her math class. She's a business major and does not really have any idea about what she wants to do later in life, or at least she didn't know when I talked to her about it this summer. We don't really talk about school a lot together or the future or anything really "deep" or even meaningful, but we get along just fine.

The room we occupy together is arranged in a fashion where both beds are on opposite walls and both in the lofted postion. We have two desks at the ends of our bed nearest to the door. Under my bed, which is on the left, is the black futon I brought while under her bed on the right is our two fridges stacked on top of each other and the TV she brought stacked on two of her storage containers. We both have our dressers in our closets and have our clothes and other items arranged in a mostly similar way to the point where our room is divided almost neatly in half. 
A lot of other dorms are arranged in many other ways with different bed lofting positions or bunking or even two beds on the floor and other various assortments of futons and chairs and televisions and other stuff. Our layout works nicely because we have an adequate amount of space to still have floor area and to fold out the futon into a nice comfortable bed whenever we have guests staying.

The residence hall I stay in has four floors and three wings on each floor. I'm living on the fourth floor in 4-North. We have quiet hours that start every night on the week days and Sunday at 10PM. Quiet hours basically means we have to lower our voices, our TVs/music, and shut our doors, no big deal really. On Friday and Saturday, quiet hours begin at midnight.

I can't really think of anything more else to blather on about in regards to my residence hall experiences so I believe this is where I'll end this beast of a post for tonight.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

splat

It is really early, I should be sleeping. I want to be sleeping but I'm always so drawn to be doing something else. I need motivation to sleep and just being tired and sitting alone in my room is not entirely significant enough. 
Tonight some student organization was holding a Latin dance night, and me being the Mexican-wannabe I am, went. I didn't know anyone and no one I knew came with me so it was exceptionally awkward but I'm pro at putting myself in those situations so I buddied up right away with one of the other awkward people. His name was Michael and he was pretty nice. We kind of stood on the outskirts of everyone together for the entire time I was there, between his smoke breaks and my random dancing with guys. 
Near the end we just kind of stood up and started joining in more, which was fun, but I left to go to paint the new location for Just Local Foods, the old Johnny's Market near campus with Casey and Kayla. Please note that this was after 10 at night, a time where most everyone else is out or in the process of going out to get sick crunk ya'll. 
Which makes me superior, ha. 
We finished up painting our wall without too many mishaps, the ones that did happen were me touching the wall after I just finished painting it, just I don't even know why, I did it without thinking. And somehow I got paint in my hair too, which is fantastic. I have paint on my legs too and I was wearing jeans, so I'm pretty much pro at getting dirty.
After painting the new JL, Casey, Kayla, and I went to go watch The Happening (sidenote: I do not like this movie.) with Josh, David, and these two other annoying guys. Now, I'm tired. It is really weird, me leaving the house! Hah, having plans!
And tomorrow there's the trusty old farmer's market down in Phoenix Park. I'm not sure if I'm going to go, though, because the people I usually go with aren't. And I don't exactly have any money either way, so suck once more. 
Later on Saturday we're having a pesto making party so hopefully that will be awesome, yes.

I could eat peanut butter sandwiches all day.
They don't even necessarily need jelly because most of the time I don't want to take the effort to spread it and get it from the fridge and everything.
That is all.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

sunday again.

I'm all home and stuff from Minnesota. Well, back from Minnesota. Minnesota is still home, I guess. Weird, I don't really know what to call home anymore.
This weekend was so fun but it was over so fast it kind of feels like a dream more than anything that actually happened. I miss Minnesota a lot. I've come to realize that the type of people I'm generally friends with aren't the type to go to college so that's why I'm not meeting a whole lot of people here that I'm super stoked about because they're like my friends. So that's kind of a bummer but at the same time, it isn't like I really put out the effort to make friends anyways. And I'm not too worried about it really, I'd rather kinda just bum around alone anyways.

So I was supposed to work today and I walked down to the building and tried to get in, but the doors were locked. I tried three on the right side of the building and was just like, what in the hell is going on?
I then went and called my boss, no answer. I tried her office building, it was locked as well. After mulling about aimlessly for half an hour and subsequently emailing my boss and trying to call one of my supervisors with no reply, I scratched it and just went up to my room again.

I just got a call from my boss like half an hour ago asking me where I was today and I told her what was up, apparently she has no idea what I'm talking about with the doors being locked because she got in fine. She wasn't mad or anything but now I feel really, really ridiculously stupid. The doors were locked when I tried to get in, but I wonder if the others on the left side had been unlocked.
Jeeze, I just do not feel smart. 
And sucks that it didn't work because I totally came back early from Minnesota to go to work and everything. I really do need hours, but not enough to volunteer my time to work for tonight. Because I'm a lazy good-for-nothing, pretty much.
I just want to lie in bed for the rest of my day, just because I can. I'm not feeling this whole being out and active and stuff today. 
The Two to Tango club is teaching merengue and bachata today, though, and I'm super psyched to get better at those. That's at six-thirty, hopefully I'll be motivated by then.
Latin dance night is also happening next Friday from seven until eleven and apparently they'll be dancing salsa, cumbia, bachata, and merengue there as well.
I'm so going no matter what.
There had better be enough guys for me to partner with or I will shoot everyone.  Seriously. And they'd better be Mexican. Or Ecuadorian. Or Chilean. Or Peruvian. 
Or stuff like that, haha. If they're from there, they make the best dancers. 


Sunday, October 5, 2008

fffft

today has been a day of not wanting to do anything, but having to do everything because i left it for the last second. oh, procrastination, when will i ever learn?
probably never and i guess i'll just have to put up with that or drastically alter myself. and that would take a lot more effort than i'm willing to put forth at this place in time.

here's what's up: i'm exhausted. i slept all saturday and i got enough sleep saturday night as well even though my roommate had her loud drunk friends staying the night. i wan to sleep right now. i've wanted to sleep all day. this has been a really really terrible sunday yet i'm still pushing through mostly smiling which really amazes and somewhat annoys me.
i feel like shit but all i can do is kinda grin. beautiful. i guess it is all my fault that i have so much work to do and i guess i can accept that.

i feel all sleep garbled so my words will probably reflect that. ian came to visit me this weekend which was really wonderful. i love when friends visit. friday we actually did stuff, saturday we woke up, went to the farmer's market, and then slept for the rest of the day. 
sounds sort of like a total waste, but no, i've come to learn that sleep is quite wonderful. 
sunday was wake up at around 10:30, get situated, do homework. 
do homework, do homework, do homework. 
at 6:45 eat dinner.
come back, and homework until 10:00.

now i'm just kind of sitting here all burnt out. 

plunk.
plunk.
plunk.