I have a lot on my mind. I'll throw the most interesting bits out there first for those of you who like to read the first sentence and close the tab:
1.) I have a hypothesis that when you have to pee, your body will release less pee (you will pee for a shorter amount of time) when the bathroom you have to walk to is further away. I've tried to research this on the Internet, but it seems like no one else is really concerned with it. When I was at school all last year, I generally took ten seconds to get it all out. When I am home, it's more like 20 or 30. The bathroom at school was clear down the hall and around the corner. At my house, it's steps away.
2.) Unlike my coworker Matt, I don't hate everything about community bathrooms. However, my one big thing is pooping in them. Especially when you are an RA. I'm sure Hitler never pooped in the same room as someone washing their hands or sitting "next door". Not that I'm comparing my RAing to Hitler, but the power is what I'm talking about. Whenever I was too lazy to ride the elevator down seven stories to the first floor usually vacant bathrooms, or too embarrassed to walk through the lobby and past the Desk Attendant thereby letting them see that the only reason I was in the lobby was to use the bathroom for longer than a minute which equals pooping... I would use my own 7th floor community bathroom and, as I ended up calling it, "pop, lock and drop it." Get the job done in the quickest amount of time possible. I hated when someone would walk in and just stay there so you couldn't outwait them.
I've been feeling creative recently. I stopped writing the play based on my extended family after some tragedies sort of cut that ribbon, but I've discovered something that might compel me to open up that file again. Maybe Cougar.
My roommate sounds nice. I talked to him on the phone the other day. He's a 5th year senior, but that's only because he transferred in. I don't know any transfers who won't be 5th years unless y'all aren't telling me. Anyway, he's leaving after the Winter, and he thinks I'll have the room to myself for Spring. I told him about the 500 triples they have this year, but he said his friend last year had a double to himself for both Winter and Spring. Odd.
I'm going back tomorrow- today. My train leaves at noon, leaving here at 9. I've lost my fucking debit cards for Sun Community and Wells Fargo. No activity shows up on either account online so they must be here somewhere. I scoured the house and cars, though and found nothing. A cleaning lady came two days after I got here, but she said she never saw them. Oh well. Calling Sun Community tomorrow.
Thursday is the first day of school and I will start the BuFAh. Scary but exciting shit. I'm psyched to meet Anne Torsiglieri, the new acting teacher who's done some amazing work on Broadway. I wonder if Irwin and her are from the same Princeton/Julliard classes?
Sorry, I'm rambling. I'll cut it off now. My mom asked if I felt sad going back at all. My answer was that I felt "like when you have a bad headache but there is no headache." The annoyance, the nervousness, need for progression. Weird I know.
-Big D
