545th entry ~ This is not what I thought it was going to be like.
2:03 pm
I'm sitting here at my desk, eating a bag of Fritos, listening to The Wreckers CD and just thinking. Today is a good thinking day. It's cloudy, grey skies, leaves are changing colors, so it's a good thinking day. I have been thinking a lot. About Mr. B, about my room mate, about home, about Toby, about Chris, stuff like that. Chris went for his drivers test today and passed. I'm so proud of him, but I hope to God he doesn't get let out on the street by himself any time soon. Sorry dude, you are not ready for that challenge. I remember like yesterday the first time I took mom's car (now mine) out on my own. I had the boys with me actually and I believe we went to McDonalds, or maybe not there but it was on our side of town. I didn't go far. Mom was so worried something was going to happen. Well over two years later I'm sitting in a college dorm room, accident free and ticket free and have never been pulled over. I think I'm a pretty damn good driver.
I just had the one class today so I've been back here most of the day. Julie I swear did not try and be quiet this morning while she was getting ready. Last night she had her friend over, the one that I can't stand and that's the only friend she ever has over. No problem, right? Well I was getting annoyed so after I finished reading and taking notes on what I read, I threw my headphones down, grabbed my cell phone and marched to the lounge room to talk. I called Rachel and we talked for about an hour. I just needed to talk to someone. We talked about this situation, but we talked about other stuff as well. I told her she is my room mate next year if she decides to come to Whitewater, otherwise I'm paying extra to have my own room. Because I don't drink I don't fit in as well with Julie. She goes out with friends, not only to parties but that is one place she does go. Well I don't party, I don't drink, I don't smoke and neither does she, but all the rest is the reason we're not really talking. We haven't said much to each other since we've been back. Sunday night I came back and had the room to myself. In between class breaks, we were both in the room for maybe ten minutes, didn't say much, and then I had to leave. She left shortly after for a dentist appointment and returned after seven last night. She had her friend over much of the night and then we went to bed without a word to each other. Today, she got up and was not quiet at all, went to class, I got up and went to my class, she came back and wasn't in the room for five minutes before she left again for the night. I swear to God she is wasting her money. Now Wednesday and Thursday we should be together, but then I leave Friday afternoon before she gets back from her classes. She's talking about going out to a party Friday night. Im thinking omg....I seriously don't care for her. She's a very nice person when we do talk, she's very smart too. But we both come from different backgrounds, we both have different lifestyles, we both see things differently. Oh, and then she can't take out the garbage. She's like phyically incapable of taking out the trash. So guess who does it???
We need to talk, we need to get through this wall we've put up in front of one another, but the problem is she's never here and when she is normally she's got "Bridget Jones" with her. Julie has never ONCE used the microwave but her friend comes over last night has doesn't hessitate to use it. WTF!!! I don't care, but it's the whole point that you don't live in this room so why would you touch someone elses property without asking first. I mean maybe she did ask Julie to use it, I don't know, I had my music on, but still. Whatever. I think if I talk to her though I'm going to blow up on her. I'm getting so frustrated. This is not what I thought this was going to be like. I thought we would at least talk. Well how am I supposed to talk to someone when they are never here?? I talk to my RA more than I do her. And I hardly see my RA!!! I don't have her cell phone number, I don't have her user name on messenger....I don't know anything about her. I know when her birthday is only because I looked it up, but I bet she doesn't know when mine is. I think she asked, but like she would remember. We're going on three weeks and we haven't had more than maybe two conversations so far. I hate this.
Moving on to a better topic. Mr. B according to my countdown has 53 days left of hell. Adding 10 to that it brings it up to 63. Adding ten because I really don't know when he'll get to leave after training the new people. Might take less time, might take more. Hopefully not more because that pushes him right up to Thanksgiving. I believe he's back on Day shift again. So we're on opposite schedules. I finally heard from him last night but he didn't say much. This sucks. I just want him home. I can't stop thinking about him. it's like every two seconds my mind wanders to him. And of course I'm always thinking about SEX! The wonders of being with the opposite sex. haha I wish he could be home right now. But as I tell him, we're in teh 50s now, soon to be the 40s. Time is ticking down, it's only going to get better. Just wait until we get to day 30...one month then. That'll be the best feeling in the world. Until he comes home of course.
Well I've got reading to do and I believe I have to type up two pages on something I don't even know about, so I better get moving. Good thing I only had one class today! haha I've been falling asleep though. The stories I'm reading are boring and then the weather outside isn't helping. I turned on the light because I got sick of dozing off. Okay, talk later.
Amanda