A brief explanation of the title, Sepiated Spirals - スト-カ-...

    We carry notebooks everywhere in our college lives, with often a different one for each class, so the simple act of writing down our thoughts at the turn of a fresh page is always available.

    Altogether, biology, English, math, come together into a myriad of experiences and ideas throughout the day.

    Old ideas combine with new, and we learn from our sepia-toned past.

    The background image is a sepia-tone shot of interlinked spiral notebooks - the eiptome of Sepiated Spirals.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

School again (again)

Here I sit, in the Snow College library, wondering what the heck I'm going to do. Classes start tomorrow, yet they don't offer any release yet.

I'm living in Pinetree I, now. Those are those old, shared apartments that were probably built around 1980. It shows--the cupboards are that strange, sticky, brown wood that my grandparents have in their kitchen and bathroom. The toaster, when ignited, heats up the underside of said cupboards and makes it all smell of Old Trailer.

I'm currently slightly [is an understatement] germophobic at the bathroom and rest of the floors, but I'm usually germophobic anyway. The problem here, though, is that I'm rooming with football/rugby players. I think. The good news is the carpet and tile are both new, and relatively clean, for the most part.

The bad news is, I don't think it'll last. My shared bathroom, for one, doesn't look like it was cleaned very well to begin with. The rug in there has something that looks like old pizza cheese stuck to it. Needless to say, I didn't find out. The shower/tub itself is what I'm hoping is just stained from many years of use and is still clean regardless. I don't want to think about it.

My sanctuary is my room. I was lucky and have an RM roommate with all these nice, spiritual pictures and things around, and the carpet gives it a fresh, new-house smell. It ends with the fact that walls are not sound-proof, especially to heavy R&B bass barely 2 feet away. I passed it off as being the downstairs neighbors playing some pretty mean bass guitar, but it was much closer. If that happens every morning, I don't think I can take it.

I don't think I can take it anyway. I don't fit in. I wanted to come back for a good, social environment with like-minded potential and return missionaries to get my own butt out there. I don't believe I'll be doing anything in the vicinity of the guys there, and I'm okay with it. I don't feel a desire to make friends with them beyond, "Hey, you're my roommate. Don't sit on me, and I'll give you wi-fi."

I are afeared for how this will end up. I feel somewhat miserable already. Save me?


  1. "Don't sit on me, and I'll give you a wi-fi." Ha ha.
    Oh dear. I'm sorry. But fitting in is...lame. Because then you'd be playing R&B bass, you'd eat cheese in your bathroom while standing on the rug, and find more importance in rugby than in sanitation.

  2. Hey Stoker,
    I didn't fit in with my roommates at all my first year. I thought they were kinda cool at first, because everyone was new, but after a while, none of them were friends with me, and actually kind of hated me. I only spent a couple hours at home a day, and often slept at friends' houses just so I wouldn't have to go home. However, after they stopped hating me, it was fine. We just lived together, we weren't like family or even good friends. We respected each others' stuff, and that's it.
    This year I am one of three upperclassmen in my apartment (for I am technically a junior), and the other three are freshman. I don't think we'll be great friends, but I'm perfectly fine with that. I don't need to be friends with them, we just live together. I think respect is the biggest key to roommates.
    So there's my soapbox, haha. I hope you can find a happy peace in your situation. :)