Too damn early. Seriously, The Masculinization of Religious Violence is my favorite class this semester, but need it be at nine AM? And furthermore, need there be ants the size of freakin' baseballs in my room?

I guess I'll just go on with the whole college life rant here. Part two: my roommate.

Seriously, my roommie is a good person. Ideologically, we're quite similar. But she speaks a maximum of ten words a day, and this makes communication a little tough. Even then, I could forgive her--if she wasn't a heathen who broke open my Marshmallow Mateys so the ziploc side wouldn't work, rendering the last of my mateys a stale and nearly inedible mass. Which I eat anyway, because I'm starving to death--but that's not important. I wish (quite often) that she'd just walk down to Cub Foo's and buy her own freakin' food. But that's just the rambling of someone who had all their Club peanut butter cracker sandwich-thingies consumed in one day, and the box left there on the counter, empty.

I really do try to be understanding about it all. I'm accustomed to living in a room of my own, which I can have as messy or clean as I please, and sharing a room with someone who can't seem to communicate is tough. She's having issues, too, of course--naturally I don't know if any of these are directly with me, but she really can not communicate at all. She's cried about it and looked into counciling and all that. But--as is common, with our pitiful and flacid generation--she can only communicate on message boards and emails. Emailing her before I got here, I was under the impression she was a vibrant, out-going person. She's not. Our internet was cut for about six or seven hours yesterday (a wire got cut) and all she could do was sit on her computer playing the world's most annoying Hearts game. Her only contact with others is limited to when she reads down in the lounge--something I believe is very good for her, but not enough.

I spend my fair time online too, obviously. At times I, too, can spend upwards of five to six hours online per day. Once, about three years ago, I did leave a party because I made a "date" to talk to someone online, because she rarely was there. And, furthermore, I'm almost certain that I'm going to get some sort of commentary like, "Well, then, you couldn't stand me as a roommate, either" from at least one of my online friends. Yet it's still odd. And it's not really the lack of communication I begrudge her for--I just get mildly annoyed when all my food is consumed, and I do wish she'd keep her dirty laundy on her side of the room. But the communication is an issue--I mean, how can I tell her what I think, when she cannot respond?

Well, she is a good person. I just think it's sad that she can't talk. And I just wish that people were more themselves online, sometimes. My persona here is still essentially me, just with a different name, just a little more loud about a SEVERE LOVE FOR GAY PORN. Although I share that via Velvet Goldmine, too, haha! And to my online friends--even if you are quiet in "real life," I do still love you, this is no personal attack. But I guess, as a loud and playful person (who was once, after all, described as a "raccoon") it may be a little hard for me to see exactly where those as yourselves come from.

Well, I've class soon. I'm sure everything will turn out well with my roommate--after all, what choice do we have?