It's Labor Day

My appearances on here are so erratic, bless my soul. It's not good for the documentation of my fascinating life, and now the masses will never know of the wonder of my time spent on this mortal frame. I mean in this mortal frame. Exactly. Anyway, my roommate's mom came over yesterday, and I didn't want to be in the way, so I left and wandered all over campus (i.e went to the library) but when I came back, they were gone, so I had the room to myself all night. So I went on Skype and talked to Austin until four in the morning. I make good life choices, what are you talking about? So then I got up this afternoon morning, and Melissa still wasn't back. I was just about ready to have a happy lonely day, but then she and her mom walked in, and they stayed for three hours. It was a terribly awkward time for me. I went on Facebook and I went on Tumblr, and I texted my baby, and I drank my Starbucks, and I acted like an annoying California stereotype, and I still couldn't dispel the awkward feelings. Man, looking back on that time now, I'm still not sure how I survived. There are times in a person's life when it just all goes to pieces, and all you can do is hold on to hope. Really, I should be a writer or something; that was just prose-entable on all levels! What was I saying before I went all Stephen Crane though? Oh yes. So now Melissa and Mrs. Melissa are gone, and I have the place to myself again. I need to do laundry, but that's such a pain. Bleh. I'm not good at these sorts of things, and everyone else is, and then I feel ashamed of my erudite ineptitude. I'm like one of those flaky professors who knows about the differences in the pre-Hellenic periods (which I do, incidentally), but who is incapable of boiling water by herself. Maybe I will learn someday. I could take a class on it. I'm sure they have them here, like Living 101 or How to Not Die 1172. It could go toward my Arts and Culture GE because surviving is an art nowadays. Speaking of which (kind of) (well, not really), Austin is quite the little housewife. It's adorable. He taught me how to do my laundry, and he knows all these helpful and practical things, like cooking, and fixing stuff, and not dying, and all those useful little tricks of the trade. Apparently, he does all the shopping and cleaning and laundry and cooking and stuff in his house, and he has been for years. He says that if we get married, he'll take care of me, and I'll get the more fun job of bringing home the bacon and wearing three-piece suits and making important calls on my earpiece, and I think it's just so darling! Cause it's not what you would expect when you look at him, you know? He looks like a member of a Korean boy band, like I mean he literally looks like one, and he's all popular and sexy and all that, but then there are so many plot twists to his personality! He's really a nerd, and he's extremely good at Yugioh, and he's as afraid of people as I am, and he's really like me! Well, sort of. He's more stereotypically girly than I am, though. Which is really saying something. In the morning, I roll out of bed, grab the first outfit I see, brush my hair and my teeth, and go, and it takes me about five minutes. He has to shower, put on toner (and goodness knows what else), straighten his hair, put on different products, fix his hair, pick out a coordinated outfit, and who knows what all, and it takes him forever to get ready when he wants to go somewhere. I don't love bugs or anything, but I'm not scared of them, and I'm okay with fishing spiders out of the shower and putting them outside. He's scared of them, however, and hates seeing them in his house, no matter if they're ants, wasps, daddy-long-legs, or whatever. He listens to kpop, Adele, and all that sort of thing, and is always stressing about either getting fat or getting too skinny, and he has pretty decorations and air fresheners in his immaculately clean car. His blog, as I've probably already mentioned, looks like the stereotypical Forever 21-wearing, concert-going, Starbucks-drinking white LA girl's, and basically, yeah, he's really girly. And it's so cute. ♥ If we got married and had kids, they would probably be rugged, macho, beer-swilling, tree-cutting, badass individuals in sheer rebellion against their parents. Which is okay, I mean, as long as they keep up their grades and don't get into any really bad trouble, I don't care. I don't want kids though, so that's kind of a moot point. Actually I think he does though, because he keeps talking about it, like, why are you doing this Austin, we're 18, we're supposed to be partying and reading Nietzche and drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and not giving a single bother about anything but ourselves, and definitely not planning our weddings. But you know I like him anyway.
Oh dear, I gushed again. Darn it! I am like Ottone in Poppea; I keep coming back to the same place. Hopefully that place won't end in eternal banishment, though.
I've started downloading music into my iTunes now. I lost it all when I switched to Daisy Bell, because I couldn't figure out how to transfer the files from one computer to the other (did someone say flaky professor again), and since I pirated all my music in the first place, I couldn't use the iTunes store to get it back. So now I have to download everything again. It's quite the daunting task. But at the same time, it's fun. I get to make everything just the way I want it, and be organized this time around, since last time, I just put things everywhere and had no really good filing system. But now I have a specific place for my classical music, and for my embarrassing music, and for my other music, and it's all so nice and neat. And no one's using my computer except for me, so I can put anything I want in there without fear of shame and ridicule! It will be great! I still barely have anything in there, though.
Ugh, for some reason, my silly brain has connected I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith to Austin, so every time I hear it (as I am right now; it came on shuffle), it makes me miss him, and it's like carrying the One Ring to Mordor, and ugh. I feel bad for the people around me, actually, cuz whenever Melissa is gone (which is frequently), I sing along with careless abandon to whatever song happens to be playing, unless it's an opera aria, but I fear I will get to that point soon as well. I hope Brianne and Kelly like AC/DC, because if not, I'ma be facing a hallway lawsuit sometime in the near future! That would be interesting, actually. We could hold court on the basketball court, and the RAs could be the jury, and the building director could be the judge. The plaintiffs could have their witnesses, and I could have mine (Austin over Skype, probably), and we could hire some attorneys from the law school, and it would be a good chance for me to practice my legal bearing without pressure! Well, I guess there would be some pressure, because if I lost, I would be kicked out of the building and have to live like some kind of Dickinsonian orphan on 12th Street, alone and miserable, without wifi or a place to charge my phone or anything to offer me succor in the cold nights of winter. Maybe the performing arts department could get some mileage out of me, but I feel like the situation would be less than ideal, even if I were immortalized in a object d' art forever.
Oops, Melissa is back. Time to go!
Okay, she's gone again. Now I can watch Supernatural and eat my food. I saved a few leftovers from yesterday, because I knew that since today was Labor Day, I wouldn't be able to buy much stuff (the stores around here that take my Buck ID are all so cursedly patriotic that they observe federal holidays, I mean what's up with that), and I think that's very clever. I am a college student and none can deny.
Okay, here I am. So now I have to take a shower, but I don't want to. I'm too lazy. And I absolutely hate taking showers here. There's black mold in there, I'm pretty sure, and it's only a matter of time before some curious soul decides to pull back the flimsy curtain and is greeted by the dubious pleasure of my butt bouncing to and fro to the beat of whichever classic rock song I've decided to perform that night. So I always try to shower when there's no one in there, but the problem is that there always seems to be someone in there. I've gone in at about 11:30 (which it is now) and I've gone in at almost 2, but no matter what, there is an intrepid bathroom-goer in there with me, brushing her hair, teeth, mustache, ego, or whatever strikes her fancy at the present time. I don't know what to do about it. Maybe I will get used to it someday, but today is not that day.
So, what do you say we watch another episode of Supernatural, huh? Well, no, actually, I can't, because Netflix is bugging out, and it's very annoying. I don't know what I'm going to do. How will I live without my shows? Well, show. I don't really have time for anything but the one. I tried to watch Sherlock, and I liked it, but the episodes are so long that I have to watch them in several sittings, and circumstances always got in my way. Although, I usually watch about three episodes of Supernatural in a row, and that's longer than one episode of Sherlock would be, so maybe I should give it another whirl. Only if Netflix gets its act together though.
I have a Linguistics quiz tomorrow. I already know the stuff, but I really should study a bit just to be sure I have it down pat. And then I have to do my laundry. I've been meaning to all weekend, but somehow, I've never gotten around to it. And that's pretty bad, actually, cuz I'm running out of panties, and what am I going to do without that vital staple in my wardrobe? Maybe I could fashion makeshift diapers out of paper towels and safety pins, but I feel like that would be about as stable as Napoleon's Russian empire, and could lead to potential embarrassment for me and for all the innocent nerds in my classes. So perchance I really should do my laundry. I think that would be a brilliant idea. But it's so late now, would it be really so bad to wait until tomorrow and then have the daylight to depend on? Actually, no, I think it would be smarter, really, because no one does his laundry on weekdays; everyone waits until the weekend. So if I go down there at about 6 tomorrow, I should be able to find a washing machine that isn't located two feet over my head like it was last time! That would be an improvement, and I could get the best possible outcome with the given set of circumstances! Now I'm thinking like a mathematician. This will help me in my logic class. Good job, Jasmine, you definitely got a head on your shoulders!
I feel like there's something vital I've forgotten to do, but I can't think of what it is. I suppose it may just be the general feeling of academic unease that so plagues AP students of every generation and tribe, but then again, it may be something worse, and I've no way to know for sure. Actually, wait, yes I have. I can check on the school website. I'm so smart! I should have gotten a bigger scholarship, yessirree, Ohio sure got a prize when they picked me! Okay, let's see here. Nope, I don't have anything new here! I'm good! I guess I do just have the Honors Malaise after all! I used the word "malaise" on my prose style essay on the Lit national exam, and I used it slightly wrong. Ugh. Didn't preclude me from getting a wonderful score anyway though, holla! So I suppose that's all right, really. It kind of irks me though. I hate using words wrong.
Oops, Melissa's back again. Bye now!