After reading the following, tell me that I am not insane and that I am worried for a reason. Or, y'know. Tell me what you think.

I am sitting in my room, writing some Chinese characters (AAAAAAAAAA!) and I hear someone trying to open my door...with a KEY. Obviously, the key does not work and the person just tries harder, but gives up after a while. (He is also talking on his cellphone at that moment, but that is hardly relevant).

Naturally, after hearing such a sound, I go to the door and open it, just as the guy tries to open the door next to me (which is, as a matter of fact, unoccupied) in the same manner as he tried to open mine.

Just as he saw me, he turned and started walking my direction and past me (where the dorm stairs are), mentioning that he "got the wrong floor, sorry" as he left.

This would make sense if not for these things:

a) My door has shit all over it. I mean. Yuliya put STICKIES all over my door with Russian written on them.
b) The board next to my door has shit over it as well. I am sure that it is much different from his.
c) Most of our floors are DIFFERENT COLORS, therefore NO.
d) If this was his door on, say, the fifth floor (since third floor is OUT, simply because it is all-female and Crystal lives right under me), why would he try to open the door next to mine (unoccupied dorm room)
e) I did allow a possibility that he might have been drunk, but I do not believe he was THAT drunk to not notice the differences between the outside of HIS room and the outside of MINE.

This leads me to a conclusion: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! College. The end.

And by that I mean: I am not really afraid if it's during the time when I am IN the room, because I can defend myself AND the room AND all of my possessions (I've got some tricks up my sleeve in defending things I own...), but what DOES worry me is the fact that I am NOT in my room for a quite a long amount of time, therefore who knows...maybe someone will get a key that can open my door.

I do not understand this life at the moment, so I will think about it more while writing some Chinese. But honestly, if you live at UCSC and you are reading this, well ENJOY THE THOUGHT OF INSECURITY :DDDDDDD (sorry -_-)

In other news, classes are going alright.

Macroeconomics are quite interesting and the professor seems to know what he is doing.

Microeconomics requires you to buy a NEW book with some online code shit. Why? Because it is required to do your homework. Wonderful. (already did it, and it seems not that annoying, but just the fact that you have to PAY for HOMEWORK pisses me off a little)

Not only that, but the Micro professor keeps telling us how poor he is and that we should give him a million or two when we get rich. Why does it piss me off? Because I am sure that there are people in the lecture hall that are poorer than him, therefore he is putting them down by complaining about his poorness. Also, if he is so poor and he knows that some people are as poor as him, if not poorer, why does he make us buy a NEW (used is not accepted) book with some $75 code card for homework? I don't know anymore.

Oh hey...but he DOES say MOAR instead of more...therefore I give him 1/2 a prop for that one...

Chinese is just like last quarter. Nothing really new. Except for the new material.

Fencing is simply made of win. I like the workout that it actually requires. And the class is full of strange people. I feel right at home. The instructor still keeps living off of sexual innuendos, making life less miserable as he punishes us for being weak by making us do push ups. Heh.

Other than that, life is...well...life :3

<3

THE END

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As the title probably explains itself, I am not about to make any sense with this post. Technically.

I just experienced college shower for the first time in about 3 weeks (NO, it is not because I did not shower for 3 weeks, but because I was home for that time -_-). Unfortunately, I remembered why I hate it so much.

1. Water is either a) freezing or b) hot as fuck
2. The water pressure is insanely low and it keeps you there for about 15 minutes more than your usual showers
3. There's hair in the drain. I don't want to know.
4. The shower curtains are unhappily leaving a peek-hole between itself and the wall, therefore one has to spend about 5 minutes adjusting it so that it will not be a stalker-attractor.

These are the basic college-shower-hate-points, but there are many more, that I will not mention for simple reason of saving your brains. THE END.

My sleeping habits are not improving at all (and sometimes it is not such a bad thing, y'know *pokes*). During the break I would go to sleep earliest at about 3am, latest being 7am and waking up at around 10am. NOT GOOD FOR BEARING SONS D:< .
Now, since I have 4 out of 5 days starting with an 8 or an 8.30 class, I should try harder to sleep more? HA! *shoves more energy drinks into the fridge*

Classes? Today, I only had one class. Fencing: Épée. It seems like it is going to be an alright class, as we actually get to USE the Épée. Also, the instructor would not stop using sexual innuendos as introductions to fencing. This should be fun. AND I get to stab people. how much more fun can this get?

Tomorrow I get to learn MOAR Chinese, not to mention two economics classes one after another. Oh yeah, baby, that's gonna be fun...no, not really.
I am not sure if I mentioned that for one of the econ classes, the professor is a co-author of the textbook we are using. That is either a) good, because he might be good enough to be writing a book about the subject he is teaching or b) really bad, because he is not professional enough to admit that his book might be worse than some other one. Well, I will just have to find that out on my own, yes?

And now I think I shall go work on the comic for the YAY! Be On a Fish collection.

<3

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