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03/19/2003 entry: "One good thing"

Today was an overall crappy day, and this doesn't necessarily make it not crappy. But, it's the one good thing that's happened in.. well, in a while.

I got a phone call just before I got back from my last final from Residence Life. Turns out, I'm first on the waiting list for a single room AND there's one open! Whee! So I'm moving into Ward either during spring break, or on the Sunday we come back. Hopefully the Hall director will just let me come in over break to move my stuff into the other room.

Besides just getting a single room, it's on the second floor of Ward, so it won't be terribly hard on moving, no flights of stairs to run up and down. Well, one. But still.

PLUS, Sarah lives on the second floor. That'll be cool, I'll get to see her all the time probably.

I don't know who else lives in that suite, but I guess it doesn't matter. I can always just hole up in my room to avoid them if I need to :D I'll probably hole up anyhow.

It really sucks though that I got it NOW. Because I've wanted one since freshman year, and it would have been really helpful WHILE Kevin and I were still together. Granted, I did have this room to myself for a while and that was good. But.. yeah. Well, at least now I'll definitely have a single my entire senior year. Good thing.

At least we'll be able to see eachother without having to deal with locked doors and the like.

At the moment, I'm not terribly excited about leaving for spring break. I am looking forward to Nebraska, it's just I'm really depressed about being at home. Not because of my family. Because I'm going to have very little to do once the trip is over, and I'm probably just going to be moping around the house. Kevin is going to be gone probably for an entire week, til we move back.

I have no idea how he feels about it, I mean I guess he'll be glad to get away and everything. And I know he's enjoying whatever freedom he has now. But I'm going to miss him a lot. And I already miss him tons, in a "he's here, but not" kind of way. So, add a "I haven't seen him for a week and a half" type of missing, and you're going to be in for a strange set of journal entries.

Changing topic... On a physiological note, I think I'm fucking up my digestive system more than it already was. I typically don't eat anything in the morning anymore. I didn't today, and luckily my programming teacher had brownies for each of us. So I had a brownie, and I almost thought I was going to throw it up, to be honest. It was a great brownie, it's just now even if I'm starving, I don't have the drive to eat. And if I do eat, afterwards I'll never want to eat again because I'll feel like shit.

Not that anyone cares to hear all this, but it's kind of interesting. If you really knew me, you'd think it was kind of funny too. I'm not the type who just doesn't eat if I'm starving. Or the type who can't finish a meal if I'm starving. But, I can't.

I know, it's just all the stress I've been going through / am going through. But to be honest once again, I'm kind of hoping this doesn't really go away. Well, I hope the fucked-up-digestive system does. But, this whole not eating a lot is probably better than worse. I know that sounds terrible, but it's true.

I'm just kind of waiting for it to be closer to 3pm. My dad's coming to pick me and my things up. And for my RA to get back in her room so I can talk to her about moving and about getting a broom to clean up a bit in here... they're going to make me do it no matter what, I may as well do it now.

I <3 the Violent Femmes. Partly because of the following part. It makes me think about someone. (Why be vague at this point in this particular entry? Because I'm fucking crazy.)

You were born too late,
I was born too late,
And everytime I look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me