Yeah, so I got this call on my dorm phone at four in the morning for Julio Ramirez letting him know that the Oakland Police department found his '89 white Toyota truck and that it has some damage. Julio so lives in my dorm with me at women's college.... Why would the police department call Mr. Ramirez at four a.m. just to tell him that they found his truck? His son who was missing or his wife, yeah, I can see that "We found your son Juan, Mr. Ramirez, he's perfectly fine, just got lost on the way home, a little shaken up, but otherwise alright. Feel free to stop by and collect him."

So, I was out in the hallway for a couple of hours last night, until like 12.30ish, in front of my dorm room with a couple of other girls from my hall.

So I was talking to R, who went to high school with me (she was a year ahead and I didn't know her when we were both there, but we know a lot of the same people)and I was telling her that I needed some excitement in my life because right now it's all school and work and routine and boring.

I've found myself rather lacking in motivation recently. I've been incredibly lazy and given to slacking off. I need a change, something exciting to fill my days so i don't just lay around and nap when I'm not either working or in class.

I went home this weekend and I was laying around and thinking about how nice it would be if I could just go back and lay around all the time--maybe get a part time job, but mostly just take naps and watch t.v. I think I miss the old crowd, going out in the middle of the night and hunting people down, laughing hysterically and running around the city in the dark, APD at eleven...doing things at night--I miss doing things at night.

So either I give off some weird vibe that screams "Cuddle me! You know you want to!" or people here are just really touchy feely.

Today I learned that not only am I apparently very approachable but I am "not annoying" and "really funny" and "rather mellow."

Anyway I had some interesting encounters recently:

So I was in French this morning and one of my classmates coaxed me over to sit next to her when we were doing group work, she has bronchitis so I was hesitant (it was a rather drawn out process because I had to battle an army of desks and the more times she told me she wasn't contagious and doesn't bite...the less I wanted to go near her--and then I was a reasonable distance from her, close enough to do work and whatnot, but not an invasion of personal space...and that was apparently too far away...so I had to get closer)...and then the entire time I was next to her she stroked my arm...repeatedly, as though I were some kind of cat, this went on for a good ten minutes. I've never just approached someone I don't know and began to pet them--I almost think that was her intention from the very beginning. So then, she took my notebook away from me and returned it with this "I've taken five years of French, I'd be happy to help you--you're one of the few not annoying people in this class." I originally read it as "if you're one of the few not annoying people," but the actual version is creepier--it implies that she has been carefully watching me and waiting to get in the perfect position for petting me. I don't need help in the class either, it's just an intro course...and as for the annoying bit, that's probably because I come into class, yawn repeatedly and try to nap. Oh, and then she proceeded to pet me some more.

Good weekend, yes.... So, my friend came up from Santa Barbara to visit me friday night and we had a lovely evening of attempting to fit myself and a teenage boy on an uncomfortable dorm mattress--he managed to pull all of my blankets off of the bed and dig his head into my back while I twisted my arm at some weird angle and slept on it with my face pressing against the wall. He also managed to get woodchips in my bed...not really sure how that happened or where they came from.

So, I was at work today having dinner with Abby before we opened and the Colombian cook who I mentioned in a previous post came over and sat with us and then started pouring his soul out to Abby in Spanish. And I was sitting right there...and it was awkward because I didn't know if I should be rude and get up and walk away or be rude and sit there understanding almost everything he said to her because even though I rarely use my spanish, that doesn't mean I don't speak it or understand it.

So I have a fifteen meal plan here at college and today is the last day of the week before it starts over and I discovered this morning that I still have eleven meals left. I have no idea where I was eating over the course of the last week, but this means that I have to load up on things like beverages and other storeable snacks from the cafe and tea shop on campus so that I won't feel as though I wasted money...eleven meals is the equivalent of 55 strawberry fantas--what am I supposed to do with that much fanta?

I am so down right now. I wish I could sequester myself away down today. I am not open to "advice" down today. I am leave me the fuck alone down today. Tomorrow will hopefully be better.

I think that I have decided to transfer colleges because the one I'm currently at is not living up to my expectations and is pushing me deeper into debt than I feel I should be. I need more diversity and opportunities than I'm currently being presented with here at Mills.

Okay, so this is going to sound like a total bitchfest, but it's really starting to grate on my nerves.

So I live in a dorm, right? Well most of the people in my residence have single dorms and everyone on the third floor where I live has a single and a shared porch/balcony that they share with the person in the room next to theirs. So, although we don't have roommates we're still in limited space and have had to get to know eachother fairly quickly and all of that.

At my new job at Mills, where I call myself FoodServer-Gay, there is a cook that works with me and he is from Colombian and he is so amazingly gay that I am blinded by his very presence and find myself cowering in response to his commands.

He calls me "Honey" and he has a tendency to jump out of nowhere, which I don't fully understand because he's not a small man, he must be about 6'5'' and terrify me.

So I was leaving dinner with A today, A who had spent the entire evening talking about guys and her past relationships and remarking upon the International English First students who live on our campus and so I told her that I would point out their dorm on our way down the hill because it's right on the way. Our conversation went something like this.

Me: So if you want to try and get in, I'll go with you.

So I was at lunch today with the girls from my living learning community at school, we all came together after we met with our academic advisor, it was about 12.00, and I was joined by M an older classmate who I met through some friends at home and started here last year, anyway there were three of us with L and we were talking about people being let inside the buildings that don't have keys and how it's against campus policy and how things have been stolen in the past and I mentioned that my sister and her boyfriend had come by yesterday to bring me this thing to use as a nightstand and how I was a little alarmed that they had just been let in the building by someone other than myself and how the girls that saw T, my sister's boyfriend had smiled and said hi and appeared generally thrilled to see someone of the male persuasion....and M responded with "You should really see how the straight girls get when they've been here a while."

I'm at school. It's weird. I'm not sure I like it. A lot of the parents are still wandering around with their kids and my sister's left at four. I'm kind of lonely.

Seriously, the Petco is fucking me over--damn the Petco! So, Yesterday I worked 6.00--10.30 and today I worked 12.00-4.30, which aside from the fact that an hour of the 14 I had off was spent walking to and from, wasn't too bad, just a little close. Tomorrow I work 1.30--10.00...and Sunday I work 10.00--6.30. So I get eleven hours in between not counting travel? That's when I get to sleep and eat and bathe and relax? Because I'm kind of thinking maybe I should just camp out over in the dog beds and clean myself up in the bathroom and not leave at all! Saturday and Sunday are the busiest days of the week and it's looking like I'm going to be the only cashier dealing with the people of Marin all weekend...which if you have any idea what some of the people of Marin are like you won't blame me for not being thrilled about.

Job bad. I didn't realize they were hiring me as main cashier or that I would have to work three 8 hour shifts for three days in a row and call it my training. It's not too bad, I just have a 25 min walk both ways--which should hopefully get me in better shape and is actually kind of relaxing--and I felt really incompetent today because I had never worked a cash register and my training turned out to be being main cashier. It's amazing how busy the place for such a small petco store, it's kind of like working at a super busy grocery store, except there are a bunch of returns and the check out person (me) is super incompetent, slow, apologizes a lot, and whimpers.