I am delighted to report I received my new laptop AC adapter on Friday; hopefully this one will not need replacement. It so happens that after my yoga class on Friday on my way to the Diamond Library I passed the computer cluster in the MUB. I had completely forgotten about it, so I checked it's accessibility and found the difference in available hours in comparison to the Diamond Library to be non-significant. If I'm ever unable to use my laptop at school again I will go there. It doesn't have all the recourses of the Library, but the only resource I used at the Diamond Library was the wireless Internet connection anyhow.
I failed to mention in my last entry that the lunch get together on Wednesday is a weekly event at the MUB. There are only three of us, which forces me to vocalize more then I'd prefer. One person is incredibly shy, resulting in the other person and I holding most of the conversation. When we try to include him his responses are repeatedly abrupt with minimal thought. He gives the impression of being a nice person, albeit not astute. I'm not much of a talker myself, but I contribute to break awkward silence. Last week I called attention to facts relative to the decay of Detroit, but neither were extensively responsive or taken aback.
I lacked any motivation this weekend; I completed absolutely no homework. My entire weekend consisted of catching up on Lost and playing the video games Killzone 2 and Resident Evil 5. On Friday I played Killzone 2 multiplayer most of the night, interestingly enough in my first clan match which to no surprise, I did poorly in. I played incompetently in my second clan match yesterday as well which was my own fault; I am not accustom to playing with few players. Saturday morning I watched Lost on my computer connected to my television screen. I am still enjoying it and have watched up to season two. The rest of the day and weekend was devoted to Resident Evil 5. I find it amusing that I became sleepy around 8:30 pm that night so I went to bed only to wake up at 2:30 am on Sunday to play the game more. When my mom woke up around five hours later I was still playing it. I did stop shortly after and several hours thereafter my eyes were dilated. I continued to play more that afternoon and evening, managing to find time to wash my clothes and bedding. When my mom questioned if I was addicted, I responded with the above title. My CFAR Abnormal Behavior tutor will not be pleased. She had given me a schedule to fill of how I will spend my time every day; I have yet to complete it. I will take some time today to and follow up with it tomorrow.
I was late arriving to school today because I needed to deposit a check in the bank. I'm in the process of switching banks as my main bank is no longer running business in the state. It's a nuisance on account of my debit card for the seconday bank is deactivated from lack of use over a certain period of time. I decided to use one debit card for the checking and savings account I have there which will take two to three weeks to be delivered. In the meantime I will not be able to buy anything as I used the money in my old bank account to partially pay for my summer tuition.
I don't know what to say at this point; I can't seem to avoid her. As I was walking to my Research Methods class, you know who was standing in the area in front of Diamond Library. She was talking on her cell phone, smoking a cigarette facing a different direction then me, enabling me to walk by her undetected. I don't know if there is such as thing as fate, but I can't help to think I'm destined to keep seeing her to be reminded of the course of action I took to cause our relationship to cease. Earlier I walked into the roommate yet again. We spoke very briefly and uncomfortably for the reason that I was not in a talkative mood. It's not that I don't like her, it has more to do with me not having anything of interest to say. When we were around each other at regular intervals I managed to find topics to discuss but as I rule I'm generally a quiet person. As a matter of choice I listen over idle talk. I'm flabbergasted by the frequency I am bumping into these people; before I started this blog I rarely did. Coincidence?
It irritates me that washing my face during the weekday doesn't prevent pimples. I suppose I should be thankful I don't have acne as some people my age do, but I thought by now it would no longer be a concern. It is especially troublesome because I have one in my right ear at the moment that causes my headphones to not fit properly. This isn't the first occurrence of pimples in an uncommon place, but none of them ever interfered with other activities.
I became aware today that I have not described what I look like; one would have assumed I had done so before describing my unusual habits. I am white male at a height of 5 feet 10.5 inches weighing in at around 182 pounds. I have brown hair with an standard male haircut; short in the front and back with short sideburns. My eyes are blue, my head is noticeably large and I have clown feet (size 13). My undersized hands are covered in hair, as is the majority of my (very hairy) body. Thanks to my mom's genes my thighs are humongous; at least twice as big as my arms. Years ago there was so much sweat between my legs I inserted baby power to absorb it. I inherited my dad's large-scale chest, which I was mocked for at a younger age. As much as my mom is against liposuction or any plastic surgery to “improve” one's appearance, she told me once that she'd understand if I had a procedure done “fix” it. I wouldn't consider myself good looking; on a scale of 1-10, one being the lowest and 10 being the highest, I think I am a 6.5. When I was quite larger I thought I was a 4/10, even though the picture rating website Hot Or Not said otherwise. I can't recall the score, but I believe it was above or around a 6. This vague, generic description is fitting; my physical appearance does not stand out.
On that note, time to play more Resident Evil 5!
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