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Alan is coming on Friday instead on Saturday! Goodness... One day sooner... And his mother will be staying overnight. Probably in his room. So I won't be able to stay over symbolically the first night... Not that I really wanted to, but now I could not even if I tried. No way am I staying in the room with his mother. No way in hell.
Alan is sharing whatever apartment he got with one other guy... He doesn't even know how many rooms the place has, or anything. Alan is going to try to arrange for me to go and check out the room tomorrow or Tuesday, so I can take pictures so he knows what he is getting into. That's something I can understand, even though I'm not to keen about doing it. Maybe Michelle will go with me... Or not. We have very different schedules. I just hate doing things alone :ehh:
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Dave got fussy because I changed my desktop. He blocked my screen names. Then, he came back on, and started warning me. The fucker. I got his warning level up to 35%, while he got both of mine to 35% and 23%... ASS.
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I spent most of today with Dave and Nadia. I took a shower sometime around 12:30 and went to Dalton with them around 1:30ish. I wore my black and white flip flops today... At the end of January. It was about 64 degrees outside. Had to take advantage of it, since it will probably not be this warm until May.
At lunch, Dave insisted that I sit beside him instead of across. As I was moving inbetween the chairs, I heard my name, and turned around blindly and gazed at the girl directly behind me, who only looked at me blankly... Realized that was not whoever said my name, and looked to the left of her, and saw the one other person from my graduating class that came to Radford. I said hi. I asked her how she was, and she said good... Being courteous, she asked me how I was and I said good... and then I made a comment about the weather was nice. She nodded and gave me a look of, "Yes, I know..." So I gave her a final friendly smile and turned around and sat in my chair and ignored her presence after that. Things like that catch me off guard... And then I tend to say stupid things. She probably got the impression that I did not care for her very much. Not true... But I certainly don't know how to be friendly with her, either.
Dave and Nadia argued through most of lunch... Well, not really argued. They spoke about things from their high school... A conversation I can't really join in with. They made some references to past conflicts and arguments they have been having recently that made me a little uncomfortable... But overall it was good. There was this one girl, Becca, who came and sat down and talked to Nadia some. She completely ignored me (as I listened to their conversation, blatantly staring at them... I did not care) and found out she had broken up with her boyfriend, or something. Something like that. Knowing that fact was beneficial later.
Afterwards I agreed to go with Dave to Tech to drop Nadia off. I sat in the back seat, as usual, and looked out the window... I somewhat listened to their conversation. It was more of the same subject from lunch, so I got lost in my own thoughts... I love thinking while driving in cars. I used to do it alot when my parents would take me with them when they were bowling on a league, and I loved listening to the depressing country music while staring out into the dark... Since it was dark, I was able to cry if I needed to (since country music only gets depressing and more depressing). Thinking in the car is so great... But only while in the backseat. Anyway. There were a few times when they would try to bring me into the conversation... Mostly Dave, who would make eye contact with me in the rear view mirror, waiting for an answer from me. I would smile and play it off, even though I really had no idea what they were talking about... I remember a couple of weeks ago, Dave asked, "Right Chrisy?" I just responded with a mechanical "Yeah", and Dave went on to rub it in Nadia's face because "the feminist" to agreed with him... I waited about 2 minutes, and then asked what they had been talking about.
We dropped Nadia off, and on the whole way home we just talked. Non stop, really. About Nadia and poor kids who try to look rich and rich people in general, and orgies and the woman's place. All pretty normal things. He took me over to the Hunter's Ridge apartments, so I could get a look at them. They are very nice... Dave told me that he knew of someone who had stairs in their apartment. That two of the bedrooms were upstairs, with a bathroom, and the downstairs there was the living room, kitchen, and bathroom, as well as the two other bedrooms. Very neat, really. I couldn't tell if they were all like that, or what. But overall, the places were nice. While we were down in that area, Dave showed me the route that he has to run for ROTC. We discovered that it was 1.9 miles instead of whatever number he had been told before. A lesser number. Then, he parked next to Dedmon, and we walked back to my room. I guess we hung here for about an hour or so. He changed my desktop and all sorts of shit on my computer, as usual, and I changed them back right after he left. He also talked on his cell phone to his parents for a while, too, which I had to be quiet for. He never wants his dad to ask about friends in the room with him... Something about him asking too many questions, or something.
When we got in the door, I called Alan's cell, intending to leave a message, but he picked up the phone. I talked to him some, and he sounded horrible. He said that he felt faint everytime he walked around... he said it was probably from only eating one sub a day for the longest time... which makes sense. His body probably ran out of body fat to burn instead. I told him he would be eating a lot with me when he was here, so it would get better. He mentioned how he had gotten a place at Hunter's Ridge, but it was for $200 a month instead of $165. I'm assuming that they ran out of the $165... I knew they would. They don't stay around for long. But when Alan called, he got the impression that they had a lot of room openings, which they may have, but he thought they would stay that way. They didn't... And I was going to ask what type of room he got instead, the setup and everything, but I heard a ding in the background, and Alan instantly said that he had to go. Customers in the store. So, I quickly said bye, as did he. I felt bad that he was feeling so horrible. Nothing seems to be going right for him at all... And I'm worrying about those tickets he had. I'm not sure how long someone has to appeal a parking ticket, because that was what Alan wanted to do... But it's already been a week, and I'm not sure if he'll get here in time. But we'll see... I wish he had just filled out the form while he was here. He did start to fill it out, but then lost it... He should have gotten another one.
After Dave left, I just hung around. I should have probably done something like laundry, or something... But instead I worked on writing this entry some and listening to music and doing other random stuff online. I have my suitemate's rabbit more water, since she was gone for the weekend and asked me to look after it. I'm sure she had asked her roommate to look after it, too, but she asked me to check every once in a while encase the other girl forgot. When I checked the rabbit yesterday, the water bottle had fallen behind the cage, and when I filled the water, the rabbit drank a whole bottle's worth of water, and I filled it up again. Poor thing. I went in there again, with the other roommate gone (I don't want to go in there when she is, and say I'm checking on the rabbit... then she'll think that her roommate, the owner of the rabbit, didn't have faith in her checking it... and maybe she didn't, but I don't want that to be known) and the water bottle was empty again. I filled it...
Michelle stopped by around 5 or so, after she got back from church. She had been asleep all day, since she had stayed up all night painting that room for her friend. We talked some, and then decided to eat dinner, since Michelle was starving from not having eaten all day. I was not really hungry, but figured I should eat as I probably would be later. While we were eating, I noticed the same girl from this morning, Becca, sitting a little ways away, and it appeared as if she had been crying/was crying. I thought she was sitting across from some girl, but it ended up being a guy. THE guy who she was crying over, I'm assuming. But, she isn't my friend and she didn't acknowledge me this morning, so. Oh well. I had a big bowl of peas and a salad with Ranch dressing for dinner... Yum. We left, and I got ice cream as I usually do. I always get the dream cycle things, but they alternate what "type" they carry... It's either a good kind or a bad kind. They've been having the bad kind lately, but I can never tell for sure by the wrapper... So I grab the ice cream, taste it when I walk outside of the dining hall, and then throw it away.
Anyway.
We went to the post office (where I got a piece of mail trying to tempt me to live on campus... guess I'll have to give my father the shock that I won't be ASAP, since the forms are due the 22nd of February) and then we went back to our rooms. I needed to read (which I have not done yet) and she needed to write some crazy amount of English papers. So... I hung around in here, waiting for my roommate to leave, and started writing in here again and listening to my music (Alanis Morissette's new CD) and... Basically wasting time. Around 8 I decided I would call Alan to see if he was feeling any better. He answered the phone with a "Yeah..." answer... I was sort of taken back, but I said hi. He told me he was still at work... which was shocking, because he was supposed to get off work at 7 on Sundays. When I asked him, he said that he was, but since he always gets screwed over he still had tons of work to do to finish closing the store. Poor guy... He told me he would call me back later. He had yet to.
I feel so bad for him... I wonder if he'll even make it here. He was not online yesterday, and he mentioned today while on the phone with me that he stayed up until 2 AM yesterday... I'm assuming he was painting his room, since the person that owns the house, Corey, wanted Alan to paint the walls back to white, but that he could leave the trim and walls black. Real sucky, since Alan worked so hard on that room to get it painted the way he wanted... I'm not sure why he wasted the effort, though, because he had just started to paint it when him and I got back together, and he knew that he would probably be moving in less than 6 months... but he still completed it. Now he's stuck repainting it. I doubt anyone is helping him, either. He's got a lot to do in a week, and Alan is never very good at managing his time... He usually goes on and one about how he never has any time to do anything... When theoretically, all the times he was complaining about having no time, he could be doing the things he says he has no time for. But, anyway... I don't know.
Alan just called me back at 8:30... he went to see a free movie yesterday night, cause he got a friend to sneak him in. Didn't get back in until around 3 AM... And he went on about how he had his philosophical conversation with the guy that sneaked him in. (See? Just another example of Alan using his *valuable* time badly.) Alan has this thing about those types of conversations... as if they're better than just talking. Just talking about politics and shit like that. I don't think they're that great... mainly because they are based on one person trying to persuade the other to agree with them, which I HATE... If I have a view, I like KEEPING IT, and giving someone else the opportunity to think they can change my view... But anyway... Alan considers those types of conversations to be good when the person agrees with everything he has to say... when it really should be the opposite. But, anyway. He also lost his credit card again. He was getting off the phone with me to go to Wal-Mart, since that was the last place he remembered using it. I asked him if he had put a block on it like last time, to make sure no one else used it, and he said no... which isn't very smart. He has not even bought paint to repaint his room yet, and he wanted to do it tomorrow, on his day off... But if he can't find his credit card, then he can't buy the paint, and therefore, cannot paint. He called his mother (probably sometime before I called her by accident yesterday... I wish she had mentioned the losing of the credit card thing to me) and this mother completely bitched at him about losing his credit card and losing everything, and how she doesn't understand how she raised such an irresponsible child... And I could hear those words coming out of her mouth. He started going on and on about how he was getting to the point where he did not want to talk to her or anything. I wouldn't if I were him, either. I've never really liked her... As I told Dave and Nadia this morning, everytime she would give me those fake hugs, I just wanted to squeeze her until her head popped off or something.
A lot of fucking writing. I'm tired. Maybe I'll read for Anthropology...
Or maybe not...
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I just called Alan's mother. By accident. I still remember his home phone number, and the only reason why I get it confused with his cell phone number is because his home phone number has a lot of 2's, and his cell has a lot of 4's... All in the same spots. Obviously patterns mess with my head. I knew it was her when she answered, but since I had no idea that I had even dialed the wrong number, I thought that she may have just answered his cell for him. When I asked for Alan, she responded with a surprised, "Alan?" I said, "I think I dialed the wrong number..." And Alan's Mom said, "Is this Chrisy?" in almost a happy taunting tone. I said yeah, and explained my whole mix up with the numbers. We talked some, she asked me how I was. She asked me what I thought about next week, and I told her I was nervous. She tried to challenge me after I said that: "Oh, really?" as if it was a bad thing to be nervous, or that she assumed it meant something bad. I don't think she believes that I had to explain that it was because it was a change... and a good change. She told me something that Alan had neglected to as of yet: that she will be coming with him to help in move in next Saturday. I think that is neat, although, I was not really expecting it. I mean, I sort of figured that one of his parents would come in one way or another, but since he didn't mention it after he went to their house last Thursday (I think that is when it was) I figured that maybe they weren't. But, oh well. I'll just have to clean my dorm room extra good, since she'll probably want to see that. I wonder if she'll stay overnight? I didn't get that technical with her. The conversation was short, probably less than 2-3 minutes. I got off the phone, a little embarrassed, and called Alan's cell. No answer. I left a message, telling him about the thing with calling his mom... He'll probably think it's funny.
Michelle was gone for today. We had lunch together before she left for Lexington to help her friend Rachel paint a basement, which put her leaving sometime around 2-3. She had said that she was going to come back to Radford tonight around 8 or 9, but since she is not back yet, I think it's safe to assume she won't be until sometime tomorrow. I thought I would take advantage of the alone time and read some, which I did after she left. Some reading, anyway. Then Dave called me, wanting me to come to his room to watch American Pie 2, a movie I have seen two times in the past week, with him and Nadia. It was their first time seeing it... I mainly did it because I felt bad, since I didn't walk him home on Thursday and did not go with him this morning while Nadia was at a pagent meeting. I went to the bookstore and bought some cotton candy and then went over. It was a regular time at Dave's... Sort of boring, just sitting around. It took forever to get the movie started, because Dave was making all flavors of Cool Aid possible, as well as Iced Tea, and Nadia was doing Dave's laundry. Dave had mentioned that we would eat dinner after the movie. The movie started around 5:30, and I knew it would not be done by 7, so around 6 I started bringing up going to eat dinner... And 6:30 I did, too... Until we left, which was around 6:58, and Dalton was closed by the time we got there. Dave was pissed. I went back to my room... I offered to order pizza, but Dave muttered something into Nadia's ear that simply made her turn and walk away. Very odd. I still went back to my room and ordered pizza, so it was no big deal. I also read a lot, about 10 pages out of my Anthropology textbook.
Then I started working on web pages and watching TV and playing Pharaoh. Stuff I shouldn't be doing... Stuff that really shouldn't even be in the same room as me if I want to be a good student.
This morning my mother called me. She had to call in sick to work, since she went to the tanning bed longer than she should have and burned herself so bad she can't even wear a bra. Poor thing. We talked more about Alan moving, and stuff... And about me moving in there for the summer. I told her that at least they wouldn't have to take all the stuff in my dorm room home, and she seemed really happy about that. First time she's showed happiness concerning me moving in with Alan. She's going to try to get me back on the pill, too... She can't find my prescription, but when she goes to our doctor next, she'll ask him if he can write me a prescription. I was surprised that I was even able to bring up going on birth control again... It was when I was talking to her on the phone on Thursday, I think it was, and I was talking about my cramps. Before I started talking about my cramps, my mother mentioned how I would now be covered under her insurance as primary, since my father is retired, and her birthday comes before his in the year, anyway. She has much better benefits, so, I figured with the cramps and better insurance, I had my best chance to ask to go back on the pill. I asked her, and she simply said outright that she would try to find my old prescription if it was around the house, or ask for another one when she can. No fussing over it, or anything. It was nice. I supposed she was relieved to have me ask... I don't think she really wanted to offer for me going back on them. But, soon I'll be worry free. Or something.
And speaking of sex related things, that reminds me. I dared Alan that he could not resist me for the whole first week that he is here. No foreplay, no nothing. We've never gone that long without having sex (while being in person) so I thought it would be a good challenge. We both want to have sex less often, anyway... I don't like doing it alot because after a while, conversations become very sexual... Like the whole joke with me being obsessed with his penis. It's funny to think about, and I just may be obsessed, but there's that whole degrading element in it to me... that pure physical part of, "You know you want it," that degrades the act from being anything emotional. And I do prefer it to be emotional... more of an expression of feelings rather than satisfying a physical need. When conversations like that start, facial expressions change from looking me straight in the face to having his head slightly lowered and talking to me out of the corner of a sly smile... and his tone of voice changes, too. I think he thinks I like it. And maybe sometimes I would, but not for every sexual occasion. After a while it makes sex dirty and undesirable to me. I don't like it when he calls having sex with me "fucking," either. Those are all pet peeves. Things that either he'll learn that I don't like, or things that I will learn to like. Either way... There's a dare. See how well that goes.
But I know one thing: if I end up wanting to have sex badly enough, all I have to do is beg naked. Heh. Worked last time.
I suppose that was more than anyone reading this wanted to know.