Our Dorm Got Flooded

Our dorm got flooded. Erm… I dunno what else.

Kinda busy with that right now.

More later.

All By Myself…

So… yeah, today is the first day of Fall Break. There’s not much going on, seeing as how everyone’s back home. I’ve stayed on campus every Fall Break because it takes me a day to get home and a day to get back, so really I’m only back home for a day, so it’s kind of pointless…

Eh… I didn’t really have much of a point to this… oh well. Back to studying… I think chemistry is making me boring…

Single?

So… as of right now, I don’t have a roommate for next semester… What do I say to this? JACKPOT!

I had a pretty cool roommate last semester and we did alright together. We never had a fight, mostly because we each kept to our respective sides of the room. This year, he moved off-campus to a house with some of the other guys who were on the floor last year. This meant two things: First, it meant that we have a house for partying at, and second, it means that I don’t have a definite roommate.

So I was a bit worried that I’d get an overly religious roommate (because they seem to be more common in substance-free dorms, especially among the females), but… as it turns out, I don’t have a roommate at all! And I guess I am very excited about this… because it means more space for activities and stuff. And female company. Which is always good and healthy and (not entirely) wholesome. YAY!

On a separate note, ball pens and bubble wrap is really cool.

Done With Most Things

So basically, I’m done with all my tests and all my papers. I don’t have anything else until the final exams in the last week of April, so after that I’ll be done with my second semester.

I’ve got an offer to move off-campus into a house for $300-350 a month. It seems… good. On a month-by-month basis, it’s about $600 a month to live on campus. Chances are, I’ll probably end up staying on-campus because it’s just more convenient… but… I dunno. I kind of do want to move off-campus. I’d like to meet new people, and I think doing this will kind of force me to do so. I dunno.

Short Story Ideas

I was falling asleep last night around… 2 AM?… I’m actually still kind of sleepy…

(-.-)Zzz

But anyway… I was thinking about right a story about a person called a Regulator who works to upkeep banks of neuro-interfacers where every person is inserted into at birth to make sure that they don’t cause problems. These neuro-interfacers are basically Matrix-y type things and they keep the people by giving them a sort of specific purpose. Anyway, I think it’ll probably be something about responsibility and freedom and Kierkegaard-ian concepts like that… and anxiety, and stuff… and yeah… I haven’t really got it fully formulated, but once I do, I’ll post something here.