Roommate @ MindSay

Today was warm enough for sandals and a t-shirt.

 

Both Jubilee and I are exhausted - I took advantage of my morning break, went back to my room, rested for an hour.

 

Adding to the list of reasons I love living on campus;

 

If I really need a nap between classes, I can go 'home' for it.

 

Sleeping on campus (in my past experience) is taking a chance on whether there's a couch available (I have an advantage of being able to fit comfortably on the music lounge couches, but this is not the case for everyone), hoping that it'll be quiet in the sleeping area, the chance that someone might prank you while you're sleeping, uncontrolled temperatures (sleeping while it's cold means waking up very tense), and that vague feeling that you still need to be somewhat alert.

 

My room is delightful, and I have my warm blanket. I can lock the door, and our floor is rather quiet in the middle of the day. My roommate is also here, napping, and she'll wake up in time to make enough noise to wake me up so that we can both go to our noon rehearsal. Very, very nice.

 

Aside from a dream about K (very pleasant, but not much of a plotline), dreams lately have been featuring me as a mermaid. I don't know what this means, save that I'm always going places the other mermaids don't like to go - I've got a good idea what that's about.

Him: when I come out of the bathroom I hope you're not there!

Me: that doesn't sound like a command. you have a very forceful nature, if you really didn't want me here you'd make sure of it!

I get up, walk to the door, open it and slam it shut again. He walks out about five seconds later to find me leaning against the door.

Me: well, I'm not there I'm here.

Him: GO!

Me: NO!

Him: why are you doing this?

Me: why are you not?

Him: because it's just too twisted for words!

Me: like we need words? of course words can be fun but we don't need them. and being twisted is the ultimate!

He walks up to me with dark flashing eyes.

Him: you are playing a very dangerous game.

Me: not by myself and saying danger only makes me more horny, if that's possible. you know i haven't had sex since January.

He grabs the doorknob.
I brace myself against the door knowing for damned sure he can open it as though I'm not struggling against it with all my tiny mite. He opens the door like I'm not even there. Damn! I love his strength. I can't wait to have his hand around my neck.

Over the next two days we behave in our home as we always have; having dinner together, playing scrabble and listening to music as I paint or sketch and he writes and the other roommate puts together his portfolio for school in September.
We have both, for the time being, effectively and protectively forgotten about the events of the night before last.

It was a Friday late afternoon and the other roommate and I were sitting by the lake. I was sketching the landscape before me and listening to Bach. The other roommate was sleeping. I looked up from my sketch pad and two birds were skimming the lake as they flew. One bird followed closely behind the other. The flutter of their wings in sync with each other, their entire movement in sync with Bach's wonderful music. The pure beauty of that moment made me cry.

The other roommate startled me:

Other Roommate: what happened, what's wrong?

Me: nothing, it's nature, it's so beautiful it makes me cry sometimes.

Other Roommate: oh god, does this mean we have to watch that damned scene from American Beauty again?

Me: I always watch a Clockwork Orange with you.

Other Roommate: how can you be so artistic and not love that movie?

Me: so I should cancel my artistic membership.

I lightly hit him on the stomach making him sit up.

Other Roommate: Oh shit, I didn't even see him standing there. come on, let's go, I'm starving!

How great is modern technology? Here I am in the bathroom blogging on my laptop while I wait for my bikini line depilator to work its magic (way too much information, I know)!

A slight -- well, more than slight -- kink has been thrown into our wedding plans -- my sister, and lone attendant, is pregnant! Which is wonderful, except for the fact that she's due three days after the wedding. For obvious reasons, it's highly unlikely that she'll attend -- travel challenges aside, the possibility of giving birth outside the (mostly free) Canadian healthcare system would, I suspect, be less than appealing to her. Ah, life and thy curveballs! I've actually known for about a month but kept my mouth shut due to the newness of her pregnancy, so I've had some time to process the information. I have to say in all honesty that I wasn't quite sure how to react when she broke the news -- while I'm thrilled at the prospect of becoming an auntie, it was hard not to have a moment's despair over the impact on our wedding -- because maid-of-honour or not, I'd like my little sister to see me get married. And did I mention that her husband, prior to the big announcement, was our photographer? :) Fortunately, it didn't take me long to rationalize that they obviously didn't strategically conceive (oh, the punniness!) to screw up my wedding, and that it will be wicked fun to have a little niece or nephew (or norphew, my preferred label for the as-yet-gender-neutral wee one). While we haven't yet found a new photographer, I'm fortunate in that re-casting the maid-of-honour role was a no-brainer, with my good friend and roommate stepping up to the challenge.

Hard to believe that a creature barely the size of a grape can make such an impact. Still in the womb and already young Norphew owes me big time. ;)

Taking today off from my one class to get caught up for regular classes, and review. I have two exams due this week, projects that I have to work on, and on Monday, everything is due for review, and I have my first test for review. Tuesday is my second test. Now, why would the proffesors give us this week full of stuff we have to do, and take it easy on us for next week?! Why do we need next week off? This is the week that we have our last chance to fix everything and get it all together! HELLO! Anyway, Dan is smoking in his room right now, but I know he's just going to tell me that it's incense. Well, then it sure smells like weed. I also have to tell him that he needs to clean his pee off of the toilet rim. I'm not touching that. Also, his dishes that have been there for a month. And the 9 glasses that are missing(their in his room). But, he does do his dishes in a timely manner. Steve's sister is coming up on Friday to spend the night, she goes to one class up here, and I guess she has to be there really early on Sat. or something. Dan doesn't come home until like 4 am, I can't wait until he does, or says something to, or even just startles the ex-cop that will be trying to sleep on the couch. :D hahahahaha! I know I was supposed to tell a funny story, I'll have to write it in another blog, I can't remember what it was just right now.

My roommate is crying and she's really upset; I don't know what to do or how to help. Do I try to comfort her, or do I just leave her to her friends?

I hate not knowing what to do.

I hate feeling useless in situations like this.

I hate when other people are unhappy and I'm on top of the world. It feels so... wrong, like I'm betraying someone.