The Times They Are A Changing

Damn you Watchmen soundtrack. Why are you stuck in my head when I don't even own you? DAMN YOU.
Moving on.
Hello readers, if there even are any. I like to think there are. Why? I'm not too sure. I have been lagging because of moving back to school and little bits of drama I've been unable to avoid/make me too tired to keep up with.
So. New resolution try to get on here once a week at least and then move it up from there to make it maybe a two day a week blog. Which would be wonderful. I actually read my posts aloud to two of my friends who were in hysterics because I write exactly how I talk and apparently that makes this much more amusing. Anywho.
So the blogging will continue. I hope someone actually reads this. Please comment me guys. That way I don't feel like I'm schizophrenic and am writing this to one of my other personalities. It's not a plea to be an internet star, just to make sure I'm not 100% insane. And lonely.
So I moved back onto my lovely campus the 9th. I was so happy to be back. Aside from the fact my roommates decided to do the cup of water above the door trick and I fell for it. Twice. The first time was with my bags in my hand. It was funny as hell though. We let up, but every few days or so we get a little nervous about opening the door. Even better when we do it for visitors.
But I have since moved back and started up classes again. Organizational Assessment, Honors Science, Organizational Communication II, Middle Eastern Studies, and Physical Anthropology. Oh the excitement that is my life. To be honest Im enjoying all of my classes. Minus Science. Which is to be expected since I hate science in general and I'm partially nervous we have a hard teacher. He doesn't seem it yet, but there have been horror stories.
For those who are familiar with my previous blogs (as I hope you are since this is only the 4th and therefore a weird place to pick up) you might remember I was coming back to a few problems with a friend of mine.
For those curious minds nothing has been resolved. If anything things have just been odd. We hardly see each other aside from science class. He doesn't visit and I was told today his girlfriend asked my dear darling friend Aaron if I hated her.
I don't hate her. I'm just not fond of her. I don't see a reason to beat around the bush. It hardly even matters anymore since I don't see her and don't see him. No reason to try to mend ties with me since you don't like me to begin with and your boyfriend hasn't been speaking to me aside from a phone call or two asking about class.
The phone calls are horrid. He always had a habit of hanging up on me first right before I'd think of something I wanted to ask him. Lately I've noticed that I've been the first to hang up. That there's not so much a strained silence at the end, but you can tell there's an air of something unsaid. Something needs to be said I realize. Problem is figuring out what needs to be said. And when to actually say it since I no longer see him. Like ever. At least not outside of class. Trying to talk after class is pointless since I have to move my ass to my next one.
I still want to hit him. Dumbass. I still miss him. I'm a dumbass too.
It's hard when two people you really love talking to suddenly are ripped from your life within a month of each other. Yes, I still have Marena, but she's not here. It's not exactly the same. I still have my people from around here-but. Still. When you lose one of the close ones and all the inside jokes it's greatly upsetting.
Okay. End of the little emo blog. That's just annoying.
So for some good laughs my friends and I had a bit of a cheer up weekend because despite the fact that things have been going well and I've been in a good mood, I was feeling a bit blue Friday. So Julie and I flung ourselves into Amanda's car and drove off to the bigger mall. I got Dmitri [my laptop] fixed up at the Apple store. He was having an issue with his disk drive and two programs were acting rather odd. Then the fun shopping commenced. During that weekend I got two shirts, a moulin rouge top, three pairs of shoes (costing in total less than $30, I think $24 in total), a water bottle, a wallet, earrings, and I think that's it. I made a killing basically. It's funny. I generally hate shopping, but something about shopping with certain friends makes it not only bearable, but highly amusing. Possibly because we make each other try on insane outfits.
In other news new marathons will begin tomorrow. One of my roommates, Emily, and I decided we were going to start having TV marathons together. Last year I grabbed season One of True Blood and we sat glued to the couch for eight hours straight before her boyfriend showed up and reminded up normal people need to eat. We did the same for Lie To Me on my recommendation. Our next first season will be Big Love. Either starting tomorrow or Friday. Probably tomorrow after our Anthro Club meeting.
Oh my but my life is resurfacing again nicely.
I should probably attempt to get some sleep since I have class at 9:30 and still need to shower, but am going to wait until morning when my roommate and her boyfriend are still asleep. Because I need the sleep more.
Also apparently I need to get more sleep so I am 'less stressed'. Less stress ha. I'm a college kid getting a degree I'm still not sure what I'm doing with, I have a line of people upset with me in one way or another, I just found out a good friend may have a brain tumor, I am fighting feelings I don't want to feel, school is stressful, I want to kill two people and I'm sick. On the bright note I haven't had any panic attacks in quite a while.
Little victories friends. Remember those are important.

Until next time.
Happy Blogging.