Back Into The Fray.

Status Report

Wearing: 2000 Stanley Cup Champion NJ Devils shirt.

WinAmp is playing: Turn The Page – Metallica

Last ate: Meatloaf, chicken fingers, hardcore mashed potatoes, and pears. God damn, I missed my dining hall!

Last round of masturbation: Last night. But, that’s misleading. Before I masturbated Friday night, I went at least a week without orgasming. *nods*

Entry Start Time: 7:44 PM

What I’d like my DiaryName to be: Disgruntled College Student.

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

I’m exhausted. And I haven’t even finished moving in.

But before I get into the entry, I’d like to note that tomorrow is September 1st. DASUBERBRUCE claimed we’d have OD 4.0 tomorrow. I haven’t seen any notice on the front page about a temporary shutdown. I suppose we’ll all see for ourselve when it happens.

College. Year three. Great. *twirls finger* On the plus side, I know my way around. I know what to get in the dining hall. I have my own habits of where I sit. The TV room isn’t open yet, so I ate on the farthest table, near the window. I know to check to see what fruits they have first. I know the correct way to get the milk. I’m sure everybody’s fucked up while trying to get milk, unless they saw somebody else do it. I know how to get Five Alive with one hand. You know, holding the cup with my pinkie under it, four fingers around the glass, and using my thumb to hit the button.

My first fucking day and Natasha’s already spotted me once. I suppose I should be happy I got a hug, but a hug from someone like her doesn’t mean much. I tend not to trust social butterflies. At least, in theory. She has a crowd of people around her, half I’ve already met before. Jay didn’t graduate. I thought I’d be rid of him. I saw Felix, but thankfully, he didn’t spot me. And those three people who dubbed me “Hatman” already posted some comics on the napkin board. My first day and I’m already primed to avoid people.

At least my RA is cute. …*laughs* My intent with that statement is to totally sound like an ass. Worked, right? It would be funny if my RA was a guy, but nope, she’s got boobies. Uhh. Yeah. Since I don’t have the key to my room yet, she unlocked it for me. Refer to previous entry. I hauled in the essentials. Lisa Electron, obviously. My hamper full of clothes. (Though, I think I could have just worn the same clothes again if I really wanted to.) The one box that has bedding in it. Pillows. I had to bring my backpack in, because I had to bring my phone in somehow. I figured I could hook it up and let it charge overnight. Poptart has requested that I call her early in the morning to wake her up. Timmy made a good decision.

Yeah, I conned my dad into getting me a phone. Well, not really. I would have paid for it anyway if he didn’t offer to. I decided it was time I got.. an answering machine. *laughs* That white phone I was using was starting to piss me off. I figured Wendo would want me to leave it in my room anyway. So. I now have a cordless phone with an answering machine. *nods* As if they make too many phones with cords anymore. The technology is so cheap, it’s silly not to get a cordless. Oh, and I got a 670 minute phone card. For 20 bucks. Which is the same price my old 575 cards used to be. Nifty, eh? And I got a big box of poptarts. I’m rather annoyed they replaced the regular poptarts with the yogurt ones. I hope they’re not disgusting, otherwise my view of poptarts might be tarnished.

Oh! I forgot to put the diddley Skunkie gave me on top of my LCD. *places the beanie baby on the right side of the LCD* Cute thing. See, it’s a little green dog, and it’s name is “diddley”. Skunkie saw it and immediately bought it for me. Impulse buys rock, don’t they?

I wanted to buy a shirt while I was in the Mall of America. Alas, nothing struck my fancy. I did see some “Vote Arnold” shirts, but um. No thanks. Now, if it was a Bob Dole shirt, I would have bought it in a heartbeat. Bob Dole: A better man, for a better America.

Aside from the thing with howzin, the RU Screw has royally struck me. They closed a section of Discrete Structures II that I was registered for. Thankfully, they were actually logical about the decision. The other four sections are all open. But. The two Livingston sections conflict with my sex and science fiction classes, respectively. And the other two are.. *gulp* First period College Ave lectures. Unfortunately, I’ll have to bite the bullet on this one and let the RU Screw give it to me up the ass. I need that class. And there’s no way I’ll ever get sex and science fiction like this again. *nods* My beautiful schedule has been.. RU Screwed… *cries*

*yawns*

I want to break in my dorm room by masturbating, but um, my lotion is in the van. I really don’t have all that much else to bring in, thankfully. Two rugs. My scanner. Bathroom stuff. Box of random things. Popcorn box that has poptarts, three bags of popcorn, and a few CDs. I decided not to bring my big crate of CD’s. I have most of my CD’s ripped. Those that aren’t ripped, well, obviously weren’t all that important to me. *smiles*

Speaking of masturbating whenever I want, as it stands, I have no roommate. Well, that’s a good thing and a bad thing. If Lloyd were down as my roommate, then I REALLY wouldn’t have a roommate, because he’s not attending Rutgers. Heh. Hey, I’ve never used Lloyd’s name before! Lloyd, Lloyd, Lloyd. I never gave him a TimmyName. Probably because he was a such a nice guy. Unlike Ahab the Horrible. Regardless, the fact that howzin knows I have no roommate means… they might fill the space. *crosses fingers* What can I say, I’ve gotten very used to living alone.

Let’s see.. Tomorrow.. I need to wake up early to wake up Poptart. Either go back to sleep or wander around online. That early in the morning, the network should be uberfast. I got used to dialup, I forgot how fast an ethernet connection is. I’ll head over to howzin around 9 AM, when it opens. Haul the rest of my TimmyThings here. Dawdle a little, then eat lunch around 11. Then it’s off to College Ave to retrieve my parking permit. I’ll probably take the bus. Funny, eh? Taking a bus to get a parking permit when I have my van right here? Whatever. It’s already paid for. I’ll bring the confirmation number, or whatever Rutgers called it, just in case.

Oh, Lloyd is the reason I say “howzin”. He’s also the reason I say “jews”. Though, well, he never actually said “jews”. He said “juuuuuuuuuuuuuuice”. Silly boy. Also, all the unfortunately acquaintences I made last year were a direct result of him inviting me places. Aren’t I so ungrateful? *laughs*

I suddenly feel the urgent need to pee. I’ll go take care of that. Peeing, that is. I’m going to go pee. *nods decisively* I’ll go pee, now.