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2004-01-30 - 12:09 p.m.
and that's bad meaning bad, not bad meaning good
note to my mom: thanks again for buying me those boots when I was home for the holidays. They’ve gotten a lot of use in the past couple weeks. Since it snowed quite a bit over the weekend, classes were cancelled on Monday, which would’ve been the first day of the semester. Things were still pretty nasty out on Tuesday, but Towson decided to push ahead and have classes that day, which turned out to be a mistake. There was freezing rain all day, so my car was basically encrusted in ice. I don’t even own a scraper, so I grabbed a metal spatula from my kitchen and that worked nicely. Scraping the ice set me back a bit, so I was running late by the time I got to campus, and parking on campus the first week of school is always a nightmare because that’s the only week that everyone actually goes to class. So all the parking garages were full and I ended up parking in a lot out by the Towson Center, which is much further from my class. So it was a good 20 minute walk across campus in the snow, and I was all stressed because I was running late and it sucks to start off the semester like that. So I finally get to class, 15 minutes late, and there’s a sign on the door that the professor couldn’t make it and class is cancelled for the day. Which was kind of a relief, but I still felt like a dumbass for worrying over nothing. Mike moved out the last of his stuff last weekend, and I started moving into his room, because it’s bigger than my old room. He helped me move the heavy stuff, my dresser and my bed, and I’ve been gradually bringing in the rest myself. Really, it’s something I needed to do, if for no other reason than that my old room had become a complete mess, and I need a clean slate in a whole different room if I ever hope to be an organized person. So until someone new moves in, probably sometime in the next couple weeks, I’ve got piles and piles of crap covering the floor of my old room. One thing about living alone is that when Mike was here, I always made sure to turn down my music at night so that he could sleep. But without him around, I’ve gotten used to blasting tunes at night, and since over break I’d been working nights, I’ve gotten used to staying up pretty late. But lately, I guess I’ve made a bad habit out of being loud at night, and the neighbors downstairs have taken to pounding on their ceiling. Usually when that happens, I turn it down right away, because I feel bad and I don’t want to be an inconsiderate asshole. But the other night, they started pounding at 9pm, and my music really wasn’t that loud, and that’s when I started to get annoyed. But the last thing I want is a confrontation. These are my neighbors, I have to live with them, and I’d rather not interact with them at all than have only hostile interaction. The next day when I came home, there was a note on my door from apartment G, asking me to please turn off the music after 10pm. And I think 10 is pretty reasonable, so I’m going to try and oblige with that from now on. It kind of puts a cramp in my style, because I like to record at night, and I hate recording with headphones, but it’s something I can get used to. Last week, I bought a new TV, a couple weeks after Mike had taken his out and I had begun to go into withdrawal. It took me a while to really make a decision about what kind of TV I wanted. I don’t have a lot of experience buying electrical appliances, and every TV I’ve ever lived with has belonged to someone else. I always said that if I lived alone, I probably wouldn’t bother to own a TV, but the cable’s already hooked up, and a couple shows I like just started new seasons, and I got all these cool DVD’s for Christmas that I haven’t watched yet. So I took the plunge and went to Best Buy and got a new 27” TV. No flat screen, nothing fancy, not too big, not too small, just about right. I went by myself, and it didn’t occur to me how big the thing would be to lug around by myself until I got out to my car. I had to take it out of the box, out there in the freezing parking lot, just to cram it into the backseat, and just barely. And it was no picnic carrying it up the stairs to the apartment. But I’m telling you, when I plugged it in and turned it on that first time, I got chills. It was magical. A few days later, I got some AV cables and hooked up Mike’s old DVD player that he let me have since he bought a new one, and I’ve been watching the Kids In the Hall first season box set that Zac gave me for my birthday almost nonstop. Things are kind of chill right now, just starting the first week of classes and everything. Next week I’ll be jumping back into the grind of 2 jobs and classes, though, so all this breathing time will soon be very missed. -al
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