The First, Ever, Mark My Words

Let's be honest: I have a lot of free time on my hands. AND I'm bored a lot, which leads to this.

I'd like to preface this by saying I know a lot of you have better things to do than read this and/or don't really care about my daily anecdotes or proceedings. That's ok, that's why I'm not tagging anyone. I also know a lot of you don't have anything better to do, but don't really care. that's ok too. And I'm sure, by the number of people I've suddenly started talking to over facebook, that there are a few that both have nothing better to do, and also are somewhat interested. This is for you, but also for me.

I have stories from this semester to last me years already, but I'm only going to do this a day at a time, beginning with today: Sunday, February 8th.

For those who don't know, I am officially moved out of the first apartment I was given. My poor luck with roommates continued, and drove me into a one-bedroom two-person apartment with a senior from Guatemala. For those who don't know, James would like for me to inform you, that's somewhere in Asia.

The perks involved with moving from the one life to the next primarily involves the trip home. It felt great to go run around in the snow with my puppy, and was even fun hanging with my parent's two foreign exchange students. Mi Rin, the younger of the two, learned a hard lesson when agreeing to my deal: I cook lunch, she does the dishes. It's good for her, trust me.

Loading up the van took little time, and big thanks to dad who saved me a trip by following me down to the cities WITH said van. I brought the futon, TV stand, gamecube, dvd player... but the most prized possession in the load was the broom and vaccuum. A fresh start in a clean apartment, I almost felt normal, until dad started asking questions.

"So have you made any friends?"

"sure."

"That aren't on the team?"

shoot.

I know I joked before coming here that I would spend all of my time at the U and not bother trying to make new friends, but I didn't think I'd follow through as much as I have. I tried to explain to my father how the only people my age who are still looking for friends are likely losers, unless they too have transferred, and how I don't mind keeping my head down and mouth shut on this side of the river, but he gave me a stern look and said "make some friends."

I tagged that as the most humorous moment of the day. Having a parent trying to dictate your social life... I know I avoided chuckling until he left.

So after cleaning and arranging furniture, I finally had everything set, and was proud of my living room. Minus one or two things. A: I had left the TV chord for cable back home. B: Everything's set up around a non-existent TV. My roommate insisted we use his TV, which is apparently being stored somewhere right now, so I left mine at home. It's not here yet. For entertainment, I simply trotted over to the gym to watch old men play basketball in some sort of league. It was a slow-paced game, but it looked much better than what I've seen from the intramural squads here.

Long and busy day, capped off with me being bored enough to write half a book on today. If this blog continues, I promise I'll try to keep it shorter!

The... um... well, not The End.