If there’s one thing I’ve never been good at, it’s sharing food. Everyone in my family knows this. Rob knows this. So, lately I’ve been running into issues with sharing food with my roomates. Sure, the idea of Amber cooking for all of us is a good one. It’s just that she cooks maybe twice a week and late at night. It’s not good to eat meals at 9 pm if you go to sleep at 10pm. Anyway, I’ve started hoarding some dry goods that I bought in my own room. Mostly snack foods and some breakfast stuffs. But I’m thinking about getting Rob’s fridge and using that to hoard some cold goods. My little fridge is really only good for sodas and water and a few small things. I know it’s me being selfish and paranoid… but you don’t get between me and my food. And I’m begining to think that my roomates are. So… maybe some changes need to be made. Rob backs me up on all this. I don’t mind sharing food with him…. some food.
Other than that, classes are busy busy! I have 3 major projects due in the next few days and 2 huge final projects to start on. Luckily, in Flash class, the teacher is letting us work in groups! So me and Rob can share that project workload. 
But I feel like I’m the black sheep in the apartment. I know I don’t do dishes, and that’s because I’m lazy. But there are other things… Like the laundry room keeps getting re-arranged. And I sometimes leave the washer and dryer doors open, and Amber seems to like them shut. And I sometimes leave stuff in the fridge longer than it should be. And last night they were talking about roaches. And I’m prety sure they think I brought them with me. But there were never any roaches at the boy’s appartment, where you’d think there would be scores. I suppose it is possible that roaches came in on my plants. But I’ve only seen one in my room. I think it’s just because they’re so scared of the roaches. I don’t know… Maybe I’m just being paranoid.
Grama broke her leg and is going to have to have surgery. I’m a little worried about it all. I’m sure it will come out right, but I’m still worried.
Well, midterms are over, but it’s crazy happy project time. The projects for classes are coming hard and fast. I have a Photoshop project due in two weeks, a proposal for my final project due Friday, movie projects due the 1st of November, and prolly a few others I’m forgetting because it’s so hectic. I really want to get started on my Photoshop project. We’re creating fancy dinner menus by imitating a style we love. I’m choosing Art Nouveau because I love it so very much. However, it is a terribly detailed and linear style, so I’m not exactly happy about that.
My health is starting to improve. I still have a sore throat, but my cough is just about gone. My eyes are still irritated. I think I’ve just about stopped producing tears (except when I’m crying). I’m not going to be wearing contacts anytime soon. Not very fun, since my glasses aren’t the current prescription.
I gave Kelse a book to read, “Ways of Seeing” by John Berger. I really liked how it talked about women and how we perceive ourselves and are perceived by others. I really want her to read that chapter. I also liked the chapter about advertising. I notice it so much now! I think, “Do I really need that, will it make my life any better, simpler or happier?” Or do I just hope that it will?” I see how advertisements make us feel uneasy and unhappy about our current state. I sort of saw it before, the book just brought it more into focus and pinpointed it in language that I couldn’t.
Lately, I’ve been having issues with my writing. I’ve been taking language to literally and applying it in odd ways. I’ve always done this in my journal writing and thought process, but suddenly it’s become an annoying habit that crops up in essays, emails and settings where more refined and delicate writing is necessary. I find myself thinking “No thing” instead of “Nothing” since it literally is “no thing” to do something simple for someone or hold a door for someone. Or I think of how something would be translated in a crappy online translator. “I am having a fabulously fine and wonderfully brilliant day” would translate as a garbled mess of adjectives, tenses and objects. “It is a nice day” is much simpler and has quite defined and linear words. It may not get the same eloquent point across, but it would be understood.
Sorry for the rambling post. I really should write in my physical journal more often to alleviate this obsessive journal writing I’ve developed. Hypergraphia? Who knows… I often lie in bed at night and think of things I should write in my journal. Luckily they are lost in sleep.
