Funny text from last night

(+44): You dont remember anything at all? So you dont remember the shop down my road with the 'TO LET' sign over it? You were adamant that the 'I' had fallen off and that it used to say TOILET...so you took a shit right there in the doorway.

I found this on TFLN and thought it was hilarious because the TO LET signs in England always looked like Toilet signs.

And now for something completely different: I've decided to learn Welsh. It's happening. The BBC is helping me and our university library has all of the Rosetta Stone programs. I want to go there and speak Welsh, because then no one can say I only go to the UK in the summer because I don't have to speak another language.

Almost there...

My roommate problems (with one of them, not both) have escalated to the point where she's moving out, although she has been "choosing a roommate" for two weeks and just stringing the rest of us along in her little game. In that time she's grabbed me in her usual violent manner. I was told I can file a campus safety report for assault and decided not to because I hate getting people in trouble. Of course, that just gave her a free pass to walk all over me and still act put upon because she imposed upon herself not sleeping in here (although she's still here ALL the time when she's not sleeping). She also took some of my mail and had the nerve to put one of the pieces back (it was a package slip for a package I had already picked up. Great move Sherlock. We're ALL onto you). I think she figured out that she could go to federal prison for mail fraud.

Last night I had a very realistic nightmare about her hurting me and woke up to find her not three feet from my bed this morning. It was worse than Paranormal Activity because this is my actual life. Luckily I found out today that she's chosen a new roommate and the latest she can move out is BEFORE 9 pm this Saturday!

Some things end okay.

Hm

Loud things I can deal with while I'm going to sleep:
-the Docklands Light Railway going by right outside my window*
-trombone/bass/piano being played all night
-Le-a talking in her sleep haha
-trucks, cars, and sirens form outside

Loud things I absolutely cannot deal with when I'm going to sleep, especially when they actively wake me up at the point where it takes hours to fall back asleep:
-my roommate and her boyfriend coming in at four in the morning, talking and giggling and slamming the door



*in fact I quite liked it when I was in London

I just saw some pictures from a junior at my high school and remembered that yellow sweater and planning Ring Day and how far away all that is. It's weird, isn't it? I LOVE where I am but it's weird to think about how different everything about my life is now than it was then.

Dorms

I like both my roommates but I don't like it when I'm forced to listen to someone else's music or TV show. I try to use headphones when I'm watching/listening, always. None of us like the same music. But I also don't think it's right I should be exiled from my own home just because someone else can't plug in headphones. I don't know. I'm not even sure if this can be my home if I didn't choose the people it's with, or if I have to tiptoe around them and hope they do the same because we're all really strangers.

first college play!

I got a pretty cool part in a play here called "Bury the Dead". It's directed by a senior (who happens to be in my lighting design class) for her senior project. We had a read through last night and I really like the play, although I thought the description of it sounded silly. Very excited, especially since the rest of the cast seems pretty cool. A few of them are also first years and are in my theatre imagination course. One of the girls lives 3 floors below me so we walked back to the residence hall together after rehearsal (it's midnight when rehearsal ends and you have to walk down this long alley).

In other news, we're about to start week 2 of the quarter and I've gotten pretty good grades so far. I think the most tiring thing about college isn't the work, it's just that it consumes every aspect of your life. When I'm coming home from class, I don't leave the campus. I go back to my dorm room, where I have two roommates. They're both cool but it's very different from being an only child and having my own room. I haven't taken a shower without flip flops since I left my grandma's house two weeks ago.

My friends here are pretty cool. One of my roommates, Gabby, brings back the cool people from her freshman seminar and they've been hanging around a lot. Bri, Jessica, and Julia all conveniently live in the same building (although one of them lives in the other wing) and James is a commuter student. He spends so much time here, though, that we call him our fourth roommate. My other actual roommate, Lizzie, is around less than Gabby is but she's nice too. The three of us went out for falafel around the corner today before we had to fill out our roommate agreement form for the RA. Lizzie's a lot quieter than both Gabby and me and I think we all have a good balance.

One thing that I think is weird is the time difference. It's not noticeable on my internal clock--I've been used to it since like my first day--but it limits the times I can communicate with people back home. I thought of calling my mom at 11 tonight but then realized it's 1 in the morning back home. No one is on Facebook very late except the people who are up TOO late. Ah well.

Stage makeup

...seems to change what a woman's face looks like from the audience more than a man's, I noticed today. (I saw Mary Poppins.) I don't know why, but it's true. Probably because women have to wear more makeup onstage...guys just have to look natural and not washed out, girls have to go a step beyond that, like in real life. So male actors should stop complaining about wearing makeup and take comfort in the fact that there are more jobs for them than there are for female actors in the first place.