I've decided to continue on with living in the 7-bed house, except we may now have a 6th person, which is awesome. I wouldn't mind having 7, in fact, since many of my frustrations have stemmed from what we'll do with the spare bedrooms.

I am shocked to say, also, that I am beginning to get a tan. It's not necessarily that I want one, it's just that I normally turn red and then all sorts of madness ensue. This appears to be a legitimate toning of the skin, though. It's nifty.

I am no longer working at Coldstone Creamery. I primarily quit because I could no longer stay in a place which encourages me to upsell customers constantly, that is, to feed them so much more fatty ice cream than they could possibly really want or need. I never actively tried to upsell customers, but I was uncomfortable in a place where such a thing was promoted. Also, while the store owner is a nice enough woman in her own right, the store manager is quite the sexist, and is not suited for a position where he is capable of lording over his female co-workers.

I had asked to stop working on the 9th, but apparently this past monday was my last day there. Time to find a new job, and quickly.

Until next time.

Housing

I'm somewhat unsure as to where I'm going to live next semester, at this point.

I was planning on living with some friends in a big 7-bedroom house about 10 blocks from campus, but I decided that the energy that would come from that housing situation would be too negative to take.

So, I started asking myself, with whom could I live without going nuts? The solution was pretty simple, my roommate Eric. I've lived with him a year now, and the only complaints I have had are that 1: He possesses beast-like hair, and sheds accordingly, and 2: He left my knives in the sink for too long and let them rust. (My knives are my vain personal possession. I like to keep them usable).

So, I talked to Eric last night, and he doesn't have a rooming arrangement, either. I think I will just see if he wants to find a place and shack up for another year.


My parents are visiting for the weekend. I've been talking to them quite extensively about the anti-MTR movement, their unknowing use of coal, and the long-term effects of things that we, as a society, have agreed are commonplace, such as using plastic grocery bags. I have been consistently surprised at how intently they have listened to what I have to say, and how willing they have been to adapt and try new things. I am really very glad to have such receptive, open-minded parents.

I have finally acquired a bike again. Never again shall I trust her to a cheap lock/chain. Instead, I found a bad-ass U-lock to keep her secure.

I've been walking through woods all day with my parents, it's been fantastic to get out of Huntington and back where I belong. Now with my bike, I'll be able to at least make it out to the parks and relax once in a while.

Now the time has come to engage in some other entertaining task, probably something trivial like going to see a movie, (nap time).

Pax