Really Fucking Anticlimactic

Right now I am sitting in a freezing computer lab where I have been for the past hour. I have a view of the 15-or-so computers that absolutely no one is sitting in front of. So far it seems like I have the easiest job known to man.

Yes, that's right. A lot has changed since I last blogged, but then, noting the title, not much has either. Since I am on the note of work (and before I begin to elaborate on the changes--and lack thereof--that have skittered across my life), I have a job as a [computer] lab monitor. I have to work at odd hours because I had some technical difficulties and my boss was being a dick. But since I don't really have to do anything (it seems so far) but sit on my ass for stretches of time, I will not complain. Except that this particular room is really fucking cold. I took it with quite the grain of salt when he said that we should bring a sweater to the lab in Dow. My frozen extremities regret this.

Actually, I will complain. I haven't officially started work yet. I am only filling in for someone right now and it is only a 1.5 hour shift. I can't start the rest of this week either, because I am going home to take care of some stuff this weekend. I will have to work extra hours for SURE if I don't wish to pay back K. And on the note of extra hours, I BARELY scraped ten hours with this job and that's exactly what I need just to not owe the school. I have to get an0ther job, apparently. It's really easy to run of of money when you're a college student, ignoring the already glaring and inherently adverse fact that you're broke as hell. Expresso addictions require money to fuel them, or at least ninja-like agility and knowledge of working an expresso machine. A girl can dream...

But to get to the most important part (Don't you love how I've been dribbling on with meaningless drivel for 2.5 paragraphs? Lovely, no?). I'm finally at K. Kalamazoo College is even smaller than I thought, although at the same time, there are still buildings that I have not yet seen (I will elaborate on that later, though). The campus is MARAVILLOSO! Seriously. It's wondrous, fraught with natural aesthetic splendors. It's so...GREEN. The landscaping is immaculate, there are flower beds, there is a zen garden, a fountain surrounded in wildflowers, and TREES galore! It's also like all one bigass hill, which means endless stairs. It gets annoying, and sometimes I just take the shortcut and tramp up and down the hills (I remind myself of the Hulk when I do this). Stairs are good. Walking is good. Exercise is good. But that's another note.

I am in this hall called Trowbridge, which is where all the cool people are. Seriously. I have seen Hoben and I couldn't imagine living there. Trow is just awesome. My room is secluded from the rest of the second floor via this little 'bridge' that adjoins the two parts of the building (it is outdoor). There are about 5-7 other rooms in this wing (Pebble Beach). I have a SINGLE! Say what you will about the roommate experience, but I really couldn't do it. There is nothing better than having a whole space to yourself. I need privacy. I can mingle and shit on my own terms, ya dig? The room itself is a good size, almost as big as my room at home, which isn't really saying much. One girl actually has a room that is BIGGER than my room at home. She also has three closets, whereas I only have one. But c'est la vie. I don't have any fucking clothes, so I really wouldn't need that many closets. Hell, the one I have is actually bigger than the closet I have at home. Why am I talking about closets? Is my room really that boring? Well, I mean, it IS a dorm. Nothing really exciting. My decor is nothing to write home about either, but it is my mother who is the Queen of HGTV (or at least watching it).

My fingers are stiff from the inclement conditions of this lab. I realize it is important to have a well-cooled, well-ventilated room to house computers, but I am sure that it doesn't require a simulation of the Artic Circle. I should file a grievance!! If I catch a cold... And speaking of colds, apparently like the whole second floor of Trow is sick. I didn't even hear about this until today. I surely hope I don't get sick. It's the absolute LAST thing I need right now. But I digress...

I don't really talk to anyone in my hall. They don't talk to me either, with the exception of some half-hearted hellos. If I'm not that lucky, sometimes I will get strange stares, lol. Very lovely. It wouldn't be fair to say that I've never carried on a conversation with anyone there, though. My neighbor immediately to the right of me says some things to me, but I think she's a bit strange. I am sure she must think the same of me. But she...seems to catch me in inopportune times and there is just this other element that adds to the strangeness. The world is full of (llenos de) irony. This one girl who I would never have ever in life (nunca en vida, nie im Leben) spoken to without initiation from her end was one who said the most to me. She's all frills and Hollister, but she seems to be genuinely friendly. If not, she seems to do a damn good job of pretending.