Breakfast, Then Bed

I should have realized last night, when I woke up with a sore throat, that I was sick.  But instead I rolled over and fell back asleep.
When I got up this morning I felt awful.  I had a headache, the insides of my ears hurt, I was stuffy, my throat was still sore, and I was tired. 
But I went to breakfast anyway. 
I was honestly hoping just to get in and out of breakfast as quickly as possible, maybe drinking an extra cup of orange juice so I would feel better.  Baw. 
Anna decided she wanted to sit with me.  I told her I was sick, hoping to deter her, but it didn't. 
What I should have said was that I didn't have the stamina to have a polite conversation.  Anna's okay, but I get the feeling nothing is going on in her brain, or at least nothing worth mentioning.  She has sort of this weird voice.  I get the feeling she is trying to imitate a Valley girl, but mostly it just comes out as really annoying.  And she laughs at like everything.  I was not in the mood to deal with her, but I was trying to be nice. 
Part of the reason I don't spend time with Anna is because she has nothing to really say.  She just complains about school or talks clothes, and I would rather die than hear her complain about a teacher.  When people I respect critique a teacher, I consider it, especially if I've never had that teacher.  When someone who strikes me as mindless does, I'm suspicious. 
Sharon recently complained to me about how stupid people are around here, and for a long time I wanted to believe better, but she's kind of got a point.  There are only a few standout people who are really bright or interesting; so many other people are dull. 
Tamar came over to sit with us briefly too, and she talked about this Healthy Snack Week we have going on.  Basically, they're giving away free "healthy" snacks, though Tamar complained that cranberry juice wasn't that healthy.  Tamar is always in a rush in the morning so she left pretty quickly. 
Finally, I got away from Anna.  I spent all weekend not seeing or talking to people at meals, and then today, the morning I wake up, one of the people that would actually sit with me and irk me chooses to. 
I went back to bed after breakfast. 

Resolution

I had to be here for breakfast, because Lavvy needed to talk to Ruth and I. We were hoping to have a brief meeting with Faith about the incident Tuesday evening. Lavvy told Ruth and I what the plan was as we ate. She told us she didn't want a confrontation, just to have it on record in case there was a second incident.
But when we got up there, Faith was nowhere to be found. Ruth had to go to work and then was leaving for a conference, and Lavvy had to go to school and then was returning home for the weekend, so neither of them would until Monday anyway. Lavvy said she would email Faith for a meeting Monday morning, which we'd hopefully get. It's sort of anticlimatic.
So I'm still sort of waiting on the resolution to this, whatever it might end up being. 

This is What a Normal 24 Hours Looks Like

I was advised to put the mail in the mailbox next to the subway, which I did.  Since I was on my way out, this worked out surprisingly well. 

As I was in the subway, I put on my MP3 player.  The first song to come on?  "Mercy Me" by Alkaline Trio.  Just before I had left, I had a conversation about punk rock and I mentioned that I loved this particular band.  Funny how life happens that way. 

When I got home, I was all alone, so I played music loudly and enjoyed myself.  I was reading some blogs online when one mentioned about a recent National Suit Up Day to celebrate How I Met Your Mother.  I don't really watch that show, but Dan does, so I texted him. 
"Are you wearing a suit?" I asked.  I imagined him in one.  Cut rightly, it would flatter him.  The actually suit would have to be form fitted, and the pants would have to be the right length (covering the ankles and slightly covering the shoes), but he would look good and adult and mature. 
"I don't own a suit," he texted back.  Way to blow that fantasy. 
I was a little surprised this was the answer, since Dan drinks gin and has elitist views about art.  But I can't really think of a reason he would need a suit either.  He's also an awkward science boy; he needs clothes he can use to trample around in the mud and whatnot.

Dan texted me back.  "Do you know who does have a suit?" 
I thought maybe he'd mention his roommate, who also has no particular reason to have a suit.  "James Bond" I texted back. 
"Glenn Beck," he answered.  I actually had a hard time remembering what Beck wears.  Usually I'm too busy being annoyed at him. 
I decided not to text Dan further, just because he is anti-text message. 
Inga came home, and we chatted about our days.  Inga's an actress, so she told me all about how annoying her opera teacher is and how annoying this other actress in her class is. 
Jackie, one of the other roommates, came in, and we chatted about boys.  Jackie's boyfriend is thirty years old, which is way older than her and which I think is kind of creepy, though I don't think it's my place to tell her what to do. 
Inga and I had dinner together.  (Jackie's been sick recently and hasn't wanted food lately, though she had a little later than us.)  We had a nice conversation about siblings.
I like my roommates a lot, but everyone goes to bed so early.  Around 10:30 or 11, which is ungodly early, really.  I am use to going to bed, at the earliest, midnight.  And when I'm having sleeping problems (which haven't affected me much in the last week) I'm lucky if I make it to bed before 3 in the morning.  One of my former roommates, Sam, had the same problem as me, and I can't imagine her living with these girls. 

Since I don't have to be up as early as them, I've been staying up later.  I go to another part of the building and work on other things, mostly catching up on email.  I sat in one of the lounges as this girl watched Law and Order: LA.  It's by far the most boring of the franchise, and this comes from someone who watched all of Conviction. 
I went back to the room to go to bed, and I don't think I made too much noise.  And then I crashed. 
Camilla gets up around 6 or 7 to exercise, which is fine but she exercises less than a half foot from my bed.  The first time I noticed it, my voice caught a little.  I didn't quite gasp. 
I had breakfast that morning with Jackie.  I don't think we talked much, but we were both tired.  I stole a box of Cheerio's and a bagel out of the caf. 
The girls all left before I did for school.  My schedule looks like it's going to be later in the day than most of them.  After they left, I did all my usual stuff to get ready: brushing my hair, brushing my teeth, putting on my perfume, etc. 
I worked on some things online as I waited for it to get closer to when I needed to leave.  I wrote some notes to friends. 
I noticed that Justin was online, so I chatted with him.  Justin is about to turn 25, and he mentioned that some of his Chinese friends want to take him to a strip club.  I still think this is a great idea, one that Justin should totally go for, but I don't think this is going to happen.  I suggested that he get a couple of other friends together for this little outing, like Nick, Dan and Daniel.  There were few things I could think of that would be as funny as those four trying not to be awkward in a strip club.  They're awkward around girls dressed normally; I can't imagine them around the scantily clad kind.  Justin had to get going to class, and I was leaving soon myself, so I let him go. 
I finally got my stuff together, and caught the subway.  Sort of.  I went into the car, and waited and waited.  Finally, three fire fighters came by on the platform, wheeling one of those cart things.  I had enough time to think "Er..." before someone came over the intercom and said that a customer was sick and that they would be starting off soon.
And eventually we did get going, though they changed where we would be stopping.  This didn't affect my traveling, but it did affect a lot of other people's, who got off. 
When I got to work, Alex wasn't in, so I got started on a project that Alexander had for me.  He wanted me to do some research and familiarize myself with some stuff on ecofeminism.  I don't really know much about ecofeminism, so I got started on the project, reading the materials he gave me.
I guess for the time being this is what my schedule is going to be, which is weirdly normal.  I don't know if I can handle having a set schedule and being normal and all that.  I'm use to having nothing set in stone and getting frustrated.  What am I going to do when I don't have to be frustrated all the time?