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professor god and some thoughts about home

11-8-^o1: 9:27pm

so all the clocks in the music bulding say a different time. minutes off...hours off...the music building knows no time. the clock in room 247 has a seconds hand that drops sharply to the bottom of the clock, swinging back and forth and resting there for awhile before creeping back up and repeating the process. mocking everyone.

today's lecture in sociology seemed to revolve around sex. the topic? deviant behaviours. my professor ended the lecture by asking us what we would do if he announced to us that he was professor god.

i'd laugh.

college means that i am not-so-slowly becoming a caffiene addict. i order a long and complicated drink with many shots of coffee just like i always promised myself i wouldn't. it makes great use of my mealcard, though. meals? psh.

food is somewhat of an issue, though. sunday, my roommate had a bit of a fit about me eating food in the room.

"has anyone ever told you that you chew with your mouth open?" this was after i brought a sandwich back and was eating it harmlessly at my desk.

"no."

"well you do. and it's really annoying."

and she went on. about how she just has to leave the room when i eat, and how she's about to scream at me. eventually it boiled down to her asking me to no longer eat in the room. she said she hated the smell of food, and that it was smelling up her clothes...it was a tad...much if you know what i mean. a little...over the edge. i'd had a good day the day before, so i wasn't about to put up with this bullshit and just nodded and said whatever to everything. she eventually left so i could finish the other half of my sandwich and a thought occured to me:

i can't eat all my meals out of the room. i can't afford it.

the end of the quarter can't come fast enough. my own room. a dining room. a kitchen. fireplace. basement. a HOME, rather than just a room to live in. it's bothered me that ever since i got here, i've hesitated every time i've said "i've gotta go home now." i don't even say it anymore. i just say "i'm going back to my room now." it's like an extended vacation that i have to pay way too much money for.

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