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SNOWING! Yes, yes, yes! 
It won't last, since it's almost turning into rain right now, so, I'm trying to enjoy it while it lasts.
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As of right now, I am printing this out. My, what a lovely World History paper it will make... Who doesn't love primary sources. Heh.
I almost skipped out of my English class early this morning. He was 5 minutes late, and the class was all antsy and talking about leaving. They were bitching and complaining about him... saying he was a bad teacher and saying he has not taught them anything so far (which, I don't agree with. It's not that I think I have learned anything in that class, but at a college level, I don't think you're supposed to learn anything more from English teachers... they're just supposed to be a guide and advice students by that point). They were also bitching about the little small paper we had to write after the first week of class... This one girl complains about it almost daily it seems, saying how she doesn't understand how she got a 78. Today, she was doing the same, and said that she didn't know of anyone who had gotten higher than an 83... I decided not to tell her I got an 88.6. But, anyway, I was actually just about to pack up when he walked in.
And the more class went on, the more tired I got. I would stare in one place for 5 minutes, all the while with my eyes borderline crossing because they were so tired. It was during that spell that I decided I would give myself a treat and skip Anthropology, but work on my World History paper doing it. Printing that page was the first "step" in that process. Next: Highlighting. Woo boy.
Yesterday afternoon/evening was sort of messy. After Michelle went to sign the lease for the apartment, I had them drop me off at the dorm because I assumed Alan would be there. He wasn't, so I waited until about 5:30 when Michelle said she had gotten the car from her brother and I just decided to leave with her instead of waiting any longer. I left a nasty little note on Alan's door, saying that he was not here when he said he would be and had not called, and left. Before we got out of Radford, I asked Michelle to go by Alan's apartment so I could see if he was here. We curled the parking lot, and did I see his car. The only thing I did know was that he had been there at least once since getting off of work, because I had opened up his blinds around 2PM yesterday, and they were now closed.
The reason why I went over there at two was because I did not want to wait until Alan got home to try to do some treatment for Jerry, Alan's Axolotl. I had some raw salmon that I wanted to see if Jerry would eat (which he ended up not eating), and I also brought some salt with me and a soda bottle so I could measure out everything to give Jerry a salt bath. I didn't know why he needed one, or if it would help him at all, but I read about it on the site and decided that I would give it a try. Afterwards, I was happy that I did, because there seemed to be immediate results in Jerry (as in, the stopped floating lifelessly at the top of the tank. Now, he could at least sit at the bottom. VERY good thing) At the time I was not sure if the improvements would stick, but he was still not floating by that afternoon, so. I did something good.
When me and Michelle went out yesterday afternoon, we went to the Petstore in Christiansburg to get ammonia and nitrite test kits, as well as a dropper and a thermometer for Jerry. The dropper is for me to try to force feed him, since he has not been eating... I discovered that lowering the temperature will help it want to eat, too, because Jerry could very well have a bacterial infection, and the cold water would help kill it and then hopefully up his appetite. But since the thing is SO skinny, I'm using the dropper and taking pellet food and water it down until I can shoot the stuff into the Axolotl's mouth, which I learned that from the animal hospital that I called. We really got lucky with the Petstore, because they had everything we were looking for. The person at the animal hospital recommended that we go to C & P, and since we didn't know where that was, we went to the one Petstore in Christiansburg that we knew of... And even though their sign just says "PETS", they turned out to be C & P. Very awesome.
When I came back there was a little message from Alan on my dry erase board, where my old one had been. He said he got home at 4:45, took a shower, and was over to the dorm by 5:45. He waited in the room until 6:30 and then went to Food Lion. I went up to Michelle's room to get something shortly after that, and on my way back I saw Sevetta. We talked, and she said he had talked to Alan when he was on my computer and using my name. She told him where to get some "stuff", and so, that is about when Alan went to Food Lion. Alan must have come by RIGHT after we left, because we saw Sevetta on our way to get the car, and talked to her some. When she got back from getting food, Alan was already on my screen name and talking to her. Odd... And apparently, when Alan sat down, he started looking at the web pages I had open and ended up reading my last journal entry. He got pissed... He told Sevetta he was pissed. Then, innocent Dave IMed my screen name, and Alan responded with "I'm pissed." Dave was like, "Whoa Chrisy", and Alan just responded "This is not Chrisy." ... and after that I don't know. Alan didn't tell me anymore.
Anyway, after that I went up to Michelle's room to feed her fish some blood worms. Alan came up shortly after that, I guess around 7ish. Ann was in the room then, talking to Michelle about apartment things, I think, and when I sensed a quiet moment I introduced them... Again. Apparently Ann's family was stationed in San Antonio at the same time that Alan's family was, and Ann remembers Alan from her Math class... That apparently they sat at the same table. Alan remembered her, too, so I had been meaning to introduce them.
Anyway. I'm getting tired of typing, really...
Alan had bought some weed from somewhere... He refused to tell either me or Michelle were. He said it was this unspoken rule of pot heads not to tell where you get stuff from, and that he was only told because he was trusted. I asked Alan, "Does that mean you don't trust me?" He tried to deny it, but theoretically, he must not. Anyway.
I just wanted to sit and me high in the quiet. Alan made a big deal about what music we had to listen to while high, which I thought was bogus... He was looking through Michelle's CD's, and he's so picky about his music, I knew he would not find anything... Honestly, I think he looked for a good 15 minutes... They finally decided on the Vanilla Sky soundtrack. But once I got high I did not even hear it anymore. I don't like lots of noises while high, and I especially HATE it when the TV is on during it. The noise and the motions are too much for me to take, and I get this weird feeling in my shoulders. I don't know how long we were high... Alan had bought some Phish Food from Food Lion, and we were eating that, and me and Michelle had also gone downstairs and raided the vending machine, with me getting to snickers. It was a whole bunch of nothingness, really. Just sitting around, doing not all that much.
I decided I would stay the night at Alan's place, since I was going to be waking up early anyway and he could just drop me off on his way to work. We left around 9:30ish, I guess. I mainly wanted to go over there so I could get Jerry's tank ready and try to feed him a whole lot of other stuff. Alan wanted to leave so he could play Tropico... 
He's suck a geek. Anyway. I worked on Jerry's tank for a good hour or so, filling it with water and then feeding him. When I was trying to do the dropper thing with the food, I probably scared the shit out of Jerry. I was trying to push more food out, and kept putting pressure, and could not figure out why it seemed that no food was coming out. I brought it slightly out of Jerry's mouth and pushed with more force, yet softly, thinking that the blocked up food would ooze out. NO... it actually POPED out, startling me, Alan, and most certainly Jerry (I was holding him in my hand and feeding him with the other. He was somewhat active before that happened, but afterward, he just seemed to stop altogether...)
After all that was over with, I wanted to food around. We actually had not done so in a couple of days or more, and I wanted to. I first started by putting my old hands on his shoulders and back, since he always puts his cold hands on my stomach. He was so interested in the game that he was just muttering "you bitch... awe, you bitch.." Heh. Then, I decided to be more direct and started running my hands over his stomach and further down, around his legs. It took a good 5 minutes to get a reaction, because I actually think he was trying to fight it. Then, from there, he slowly but surely started giving in to me. Heh, it was cute Last night was the first time we had actual complete sex since he's been here... All other times it could just be considered fooling around. It was nice sex, too... Probably one of the best that we've had.
We then went out into the living room and started watching Jay Leno, and ate some popcorn that Alan had made. While we were watching, the other roommates slowly started coming home. The first one was Trever, who proceeded to eat some mac and cheese that looked as if it had been sitting out all day... nasty... and then the other two guys came back. Bryce was the one who sat with us on the couch and watched the show, while I think Cory did laundry in the background. I felt a little uncomfy, because I was sitting there in frog PJ's. But oh well.
1/2 way through the Tonight Show me and Alan went to sleep. Or, went into his room... he stayed up and played Tropico for longer. I was surprised at how comfortable it was to sleep on the floor in his room, even though the place was FUCKING FREEZING. Alan told me that the guys don't turn on the heat because it's cheaper. I thought it would make Jerry's tank ridiculously cold, but instead, it got it to just the right temperature (69 degrees F). I my need to add bottles of frozen water in order to get it lower to help kill more bacteria in Jerry (if he has that), but I hope not... The water is SO cold, it's hard to believe that it's 69, which I associate with being warm...
Yeah.
During the middle of the night I started freaking out because I didn't think Jerry would have enough strength to swim to the top of the tank to get air, since eventually the air in the water would cycle through... I had decided not to turn on the filter earlier, because it could stress Jerry. But in the middle of the night when I realized it, I made Alan crawl over and turn it on... He complained the entire time, but he did it and laid back down while I put my hands in the freezing water and got the filter up and running.
Yesterday Alan said I was really smart, and that he was thankful for what I was doing with Jerry. That shocked me. I'm not sure why... Maybe it's because I don't see people as being thankful, or thinking that I am smart. I really liked that he said that, though. He asked me if I had ever thought of being a vet, while I was trying to feed Jerry with the dropper. I've been thinking about it more and more since he mentioned it... I mean, I could be a vet to only aquatic animals, which would be just right for me. I don't like dealing with cats and dogs, since they're too much like humans for my taste, and I wouldn't want to be a regular doctor. I wonder what Stephen would think of me saying that I'm considering to be a vet... Or, that it's on my list of options. He'll probably think I'm copying him.
Alan dropped me off at my dorm around 7AM. When I got in, I posted another message on the Axolotl message board and then got in the shower. I had no problem with lack of sleep or wanting to have more sleep until my class came around. Then, I felt knocked out.
I noted that Alan does not take a shower before going to work. He takes a shower in the afternoons, for me, so that he'll smell good for me. How sweet.
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Well.
I could recap the past couple of days, but I SO don't want to. I've always hated doing that. It's best to leave it that Alan got here at 9:30 on the 1st of February, we moved him in at 11:30AM on Saturday, finished around 2 or so (just moving shit in) had dinner with his mother around 9PM and said goodbye to her around 10. We spent almost all of last Sunday with Dave and Nadia - me and Alan got high and then we went with Nadia and Dave to see Lord of the Rings, and then hung with them and watched the super bowl. Monday was his first day of work, and today is his second. He's at the subway near Tech, just like I thought. Not that far away, but far enough.
And Alan's room is tiny. He's living with the exact type of college guys I wanted to keep him from. I had wanted to try to get something arranged for August, because I feel so bad for him to be stuck there, but Michelle signed a lease with another girl today who already has plans for who's going to be in the third room. I tried to talk to Dave, but he sounded completely disinterested, even though he knows there is limited space and limited time... Whatever his plans are, he seemed disinterested in talking about them with me. I can only hope those other guys in Alan's place will leave, or something... I know they had a party last night (or possibly a drinking fest? I don't know or care to know for sure), and I have no idea how that affected Alan and him getting up in the morning. I mean, fuck... Everything just keeps getting worse and worse for him.
And I don't know what Alan's phone number is, which is pissing me off HORRIBLY, because yesterday he said he would come by the room around 6:45 er so and did not call me until 8:30 (because he got carried away in cleaning his room...) and did not get here until 9-ish. Then, today, he was supposed to come by STRAIGHT HERE after fucking work (when he got off work at 4, so it would be 4:30) and it's 5:30 now and he is not here and has not fucking called. I'm sitting here waiting, not wanting to start anything or go anywhere in fear that I'll miss him. My fucking god, if there is anything I CANNOT STAND is waiting. I can't even call his place to find out if he's even back yet or if he has decided to do something fucking else like sleep. UDFDJKFDFHJDGHDJFDHFDFHD.
And Alan's Axolotl is fucking sick because he took bad care of it and I can't get to it and I can't help it and it's making me want to cry it's upsetting me so much.
TODAY HAS FUCKING SUCKED.
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I called Alan again. His mother has decided that she's too good for my dorm to stay in, and that all college students are vandals and that if they leave Alan's stuff in the parking lot then it will be stolen or messed with. I tried to tell Alan that Radford is full of pot heads and drunks, who are too busy passing out to worry with the scenery around them. But either way, it was a relief that she would not be staying in this room. She'll be at a hotel. I asked Alan if he intended to stay the night here, and he said yes. Then he added, "But don't think you're going to get any tonight." Then, I decided to tell him the ammo I had against sexual advances from him - I have not shaved. Really, this isn't a big deal to me, as I usually don't... I've never liked to, but it's only been emphasized by the fact that ever since I've come to college, I get painful ingrown hairs all over where I shave. It's just been so easy for me not to. And when I told Alan this, he got completely disgusted... Then said he would stay with his mother if I did not spend the next hour shaving. He said it in a playful manner, but was very serious. It's just going to have to be something he gets used to in the future, because I can't stand to do it all the time... Right now I have Nair all over my legs, waiting for the 15-20 minutes to be over. Just when I was starting on my second leg, I heard my suitemate start the shower up. Hmm. Can't wash off in there, I guess... I've already made arrangements to go up to Michelle's room when the time comes (hopefully a towel will cover up the Nair enough so that it's not noticeable) and then wash off in her bathroom.
:ehh: I'm going to get ass tonight for this. Oh yes, yes I am.
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Alan will probably be here, with his mother, in about two hours, and I have no desire to write... Technically this is my last few moments physically "single" for quite some time, depending on how everything goes. If everything goes to plan. I've spoken to Alan twice today - once just before he left (around 1:30 - they left at 2:30ish) and then sometime around 5, when he was just about to leave the border of Kentucky. I asked him if he was excited, and he said yes... I've spent today in a pissed-off-at-the-world mood, not wanting to go anywhere or do anything... The day feels short, but really, it's been EXTREMELY long. Classes shot by, but the time inbetween and after... ugh...
The worse part is yet to come. Alan and his mother are going to spend the night here tonight, since my roommate went home for the weekend (which she never outright told me - I'm guessing she assumed that I knew from her talking about it on the phone while I was in the room. When I got back from my 10AM class, there was a note on my bed that someone had called, and she wished me a good weekend.) and they are arriving too late to move his stuff in, or to really want to bother with a hotel, I guess. Saves them money. I won't know how to explain my room's funky nasty shower, but they'll just have to deal. Either that, or choose to reek. I'll also need to provide some form of restaurant option for tonight... Which I really don't know what to tell them. I don't have a car, I have not had the chance to learn the area to any extent except where Wal-Mart is and how to get to Christiansburg. I'm sure there are places in the local area that we could go, but they will probably forget the fact that I am a very picky eater... Limits the options quite a bit. I have nothing to do for the next two hours or so... I could spend time with people, but I am really not into doing that. I could do homework, but the thought of that make my stomach feel funny.
I have toothpaste on my face. I'm using it to reduce redness, which seem to keep coming back no matter what I do. The toothpaste a temp fix, apparently... But I don't care if I smell like mint to Alan, my complexion will be even by the time he gets here. I am so vain.