unicorngirl's thoughts on everything

I finally got my mood icons up and running! It took a while because livejournal was dumb and wouldn't show my icons, and it took me forever to figure out that for some reason I had to enter the height and width manually, even tho I never have had to do that in the past. ?? Well, they're up now. Take a look. I call this set "Orangin of Symmetry", because they're ... orange ... and based off this artwork in Muse's Origin of Symmetry album art.

I'm starting to feel bogged down here. I know "Jesus Christ you've only been there a week and 3 days, the 3 days of which were class". Perhaps it's this paper that's due tomorrow. Well duh, a paper hanging over one's head is enough to make anyone want to blow his or her brains out, especially when he or she had no idea anymore what he or she was trying to say with the paper. 

Also, the social aspect hasn't been what I thot it would be. Once classes started, I haven't seen anyone I hit it off with except the ones in my class, obviously. I barely see anyone at meals even. Perhaps it's my own fault for never getting out of my dorm room and socializing, but I honestly don't have time. This is the first I've had all week to do something other than read or write for class. (and I'm spending it writing in my lj and binging on pictures of Matt Bellamy. good job uni.) I've met a few new people at meals, mostly because my friends and I never seem to eat at the same time, so I end up sitting with and introducing myself to strangers. I have a few friends and I know some people, it's not like I'm a loner, but sometimes I do get lonely for people "back home" or just people to talk to.

I'm on the lookout for a man, of course. Even if I wanted to - which is close to being true, as I've had rather enough of falling in love drama - I couldn't stop being on the lookout for a man. It's just how I function, and it's an ingrained Libra thing actually. Libras, if single, just naturally size up any man (or woman depending on orientation obviously) they meet as a potential date, that's just how they work. I can't turn it off any more than I can turn off my instinct to be charming to whomever I meet, especially boys. I have met a few, some of them I've liked, but none of them have actually instilled any real attraction. Like, I met a friend of a friend who was rather cute and played instruments and seemed fairly smart, but nothing to make me persue him. The other, the one I got closest to attraction with, turned out to be gay (oops) but he was getting on my nerves a bit anyway. Beginning to lose hope. Perhaps this is good, perhaps that will flip off the "scan for elligible males" switch.

Anyway, the reason I felt rather like shooting myself with a fish gun (see above userpic) was roommate stuff. Dre, my roommate and her crazy friends, whom I despise/have a vague truce with, have not actually been raising much ruckus in our room lately, and I was just settling down when - bam, Dre wakes up one morning and decides she can't sleep on the top bunk anymore and wants to unbunk the beds. Of course that will require moving just about everything in our room. Luckily, we managed to work it so only Dre's side needed drastic rearrangement, but then she insisted on putting the desk on the end of my bed, with the back and all the wires right in my face when I sit on the bed. Why, I have no idea, because she has a perfectly good space for the desk at the end of her OWN bed. I hemmed and hawed a bit about it, and after she left for practice and I tried to sit down and work, I realized I absolutely could not stand this arrangement. So I moved everything the way I thot it should be, which works perfectly well. I don't care if Dre minds, which I doubt she will very much because the arrangement is just better that way, but if she does, we will have our first roommate conflict. My issue is that I fucking need stability, and moving around furniture  in MY living space screws me up beyond belief. It's bad enough she unbunked the beds and moved the Tv and everything just when I'd gotten used to it, it can at least have some continuity, look less like Dre has no sense of organization (which she doesn't), and not have wires and the back of a desk in my face.

I'm a funny creature. I think I get this deplorable trait from my mom, but I am absolutely anal about the smallest things, which to others seem completely trivial, like having the back of the desk in my face. The good news is, most of the time people don't care then if I fix it the way I want it, but the bad news is, I'm forced sometimes to push things that others are like "Huh? Why are you getting so uptight about this? This is stupid!" I still don't know why the desk bothered me so much. I mean, it's understandable that rearranging the room would upset my sense of security and getting used to a whole new room, but just the desk itself made me flip a shit. Aurgh, and I hate it when my mother does that; flip a shit about something like how much milk is in the glasses at dinner. ... Great, the Maternal Inheritance Curse is catching up with me.

I am reading so many amazing things in my SciFi class, I am going to devote an entire entry soon to the cool stories I've read. But right now I really have got to either go to dinner and then write my paper, or write my paper and then go to dinner. Perhaps I will eat dinner while writing my paper, and this would involve the frozen oriental dish in the freezer. Hmmm ...