Solitary

For the last few days, I've spent the majority of my time is spent by myself.

Which is awesome.

On Friday, after class, I spent the afternoon trying to locate my debit card, driver's license, and student ID.  When that failed, I went around and started canceling stuff.  I came home around five, ate (alone) and left to go to my parents' house.  There I did do some interaction - I talked to my grandparents and played  kicked ass at cribbage when I played with my dad, but as everyone goes to bed at 8-ish, I spent most of my evening in a quiet house.

On Saturday, I spent the day taking care of my Grandpa - changing his diaper, pushing his wheelchair, transferring him to bed, etc.  This doesn't count as socialization - he only needed me every few hours.  The other people in the house were my sister, who slept until 3 and my grandma who took a 3 hour nap after busying herself in the kitchen.  Mostly I was allowed to read and computer (this is a verb) as much as I wanted to without seeing anyone or having to talk to them.  When I came home that evening, neither one of my roommates were there - one was working and the other was "out".

Today, Sunday, I woke up and neither one of my roommates still were here - the one that works had a shift until 2 and the other one still hasn't come home.  When my female roommate came home from work, she said that she was tired and went to straight to bed.

No need to be polite or dress "appropriately".  Can read and get stuff done.  Can blast music.  Can do things how and when I want to do them. ...  I could get used to this sort of life.

Roommates

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Two fairly responsible students with good reputations at school moved in with me.  Before the move, I had had classes with both of them, so I knew that we got along well.  The first time we congregated as a group, the chemistry worked well - they obviously knew each other well enough.and got on.  I anticipated that there would be some friendly hangout please-don't get-mad-at-me-and-spill-all-my-secrets initial time.  But mostly it was them being friends while being polite to me.

That is NOT my idea of a good time.

Now please understand - I am not frustrated because they get on well.  I am happy that they are so comfortable with each other.  My problem is that it feels like they are trying to flaunt their relationship in my face, the same way a brand-conscious chick lays her wrist so the Tiffany and Co. dangly bit just happens to face her bracelet-less frenemy.  For example, it is their habit to refer to each other as friend.  "Friend, can you get me a glass of water?"  While also annoying, this tends to become awkward because I am not one of the friends.  Teh Egotist, can you slice me some bread while Friend gets the jam?"

Asdfgh.

Does anyone have a hole I can bury my head in?

th3 r3sponsiblilty

During the summer I had a class that ran Monday-Thursday 7-12 in the morning.  I worked those same days from 1-9 pm.  I never want to do that again.  Ever.

Between that, seeing my friends, having a summer fling with th3 Goofball, cleaning out my grandmother's house, and moving in with some new roommates, I was a bit busy.  Or more than a bit.  And my Internet didn't work.

Am I excused?  Not really, but grovelling is boring so I won't be doing any.