alive in hell

No, not really hell. But hellish. That's my experience with Div. III so far. This week has been particularly hellish though I'm making some headway (slowly) with writing. I've been in my room most of the time, often listening to different pandora stations to keep the spirits up. I can smell dinner downstairs but I don't want to leave my seat because it's too tempting not to come back.

I definitely appreciate the invites out of the house and don't get me wrong, when I say no I really mean yes and when I say 'I'm going to work' I really mean, 'I'm going to sit and read a lot and try to figure out how to put this into my own words while checking the blog every 15 minutes or so'. I have been kind of out of the scene with this house lately, especially in trying to figure out who we want to live with when Than ditches us. (just kidding than). Sorry for being uncommunicative and absent and not very helpful with the process.

I'm really not absent though. My ears are with you. I listen to Peter airing out his trumpet oh so melodically at night and I can hear Jim's voice whenever he talks, it has an authoritative tone (in the friendliest way) and seeps through the ceiling. I usually hear Jesslyn come in at night and I know it's her when she walks past my door because Benny is usually drooling with excite behind her, then he runs into my door. Sometimes he successfully opens the door and rummages through my trash, rubs his ears on my bed and runs away. Little shit! I know Than's around when I can hear his door squeak open and when he walks up the stairs it sounds like he's knocking on my wall. (Don't worry, it's not a disturbing sound). I don't usually hear Ben at all but I do go downstairs and see him sitting on the couch in the living room reading or doing some sort of intellectual self-learning (it seems...who knows he could be looking at animal porn for all I know, he's very discreet though). It's nice to at least hear you guys, even if I don't interact much. Anyway, I know this post may seem like I'm the creepy one...in fact I hope it does. I like you guys in the creepiest way possible and I miss you all. Maybe I'll hang out in April?

Anyway, gotta go 'do work'. No really though, I will. I am. I will, therefore I am.