Well here I am, at the Apple store. After leaving my Computer Science class feeling like I failed the exam (probably not failed, but I see a C in my future) because I forgot to study for it. I can’t believe I forgot how to turn numbers into binary!!! Ahh!

The store received their Macbook Pro demo boxes this morning, and I am typing this on Microsoft Word (if Safari has a spellcheck I don’t know about it.) I have been playing with installing some apps, both universal and PowerPC specific. Thus far Google Earth works very well, and Adium is Universal. Everything about it seems “fast” and the screen resolution is just perfect for a power user. While I liked how Apple was standardized at 100DPI for all of it’s displays, the decision to deviate for that on their mobile displays really made this worth it.

Apple locks their computers in a way that prevents me from trying Darwine (lets you run Windows Applications on Intel Apple Products) but I know it is not only possible, it works rather well. I doubt I will need it for much, other than perhaps playing Half Life 2/Counterstrike: Source on it (which I expect to have available soon, seeing as they used Wine (father of Darwine) to make it work on Linux.)

Sometimes I feel like I am better at answering the questions of people visiting the store than the employees themselves. Today seems to be a lax day for them, usually the employees are way more jumpy.

Oh the power a Blog Post can have…

The girl who passed out Friday night was the one that found the aforementioned post this morning. I didn’t find this out until 10PM, but evidently my roommate was waiting for me all day long. Our schedules not coinciding, evidently it was an unannounced game of cat and mouse. So at 10PM, when my roommate ordered the aforementioned girl out of the room, we had a nice conversation.

The questions came up that needed to be brought up, namely: Why the hell are these two girls in this room so damn much??? I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything while these two rude as hell girls are sitting in this room acting either high or drunk when they are neither. Then, when I ask them to leave, I get snide remarks and looks. I focused on the fact that all of his friends were in here on Friday night when he was not even here. Now I have no problem with most of the people that were over but I was having a really bad night. I don’t want to scare them off, they are (to an extent) a joy to be around… But it’s my room too. So that is what I told my roommate.

I think my roommate wants me to swap with one of his friends in the dormitory one building over, not nearly as much as his friend wants to move in here. It isn’t going to happen. I have had my fair share of moving and I like it here, except for the fact that I am forced to entertain “guests” that I have no desire to entertain much less be within 50 yards of at any one time.

If nothing else, this ordeal (if it is even worthy of being called that) is amusing. Everyone involved will live, hopefully with some of them less likely to constantly live within ear shot of me. Drama makes good blogging.

I am in College. I live in a dormitory. I have a roommate. Just one. He’s a nice guy. His friends aren’t. They are loud, annoying, disrespectful, and down right rude.

Friday Night one of them (a female) was drunk rather early and was passed out over our toilet in our room’s private bathroom. Now I didn’t have a problem providing a roommate’s friend with a post-binge lavatory, but I’m not going to lie: after the first hour I was getting kinda pissed. My roommate had all of his friends over in the room watching a movie and using my stereo system, but my roommate wasn’t there. When my roommate came back I tried to get this girl out of the fucking bathroom. I didn’t want to worry about her, have the bathroom tied up for our guests, and honestly have anything to do with that situation. When I voice my concern, everyone in the room gets pissed off at me. Sorry, it’s my fucking room too. When my roommate came back, totally drunk, he brought a ton of people with him. This isn’t the biggest room ever…. Having a bit of alcohol in me, and being slightly off kilter, I started to totally freak out. Information overload I will call it. I wanted it to stop, I wanted everything to stop and my drunk ass roommate to get the girl out of the room and sit his ass down. The night ended with my roommate telling me “he wanted to talk” to which I said “I will talk with you when you are sober.” He didn’t remember that he wanted to talk.

I was off on the near south side Saturday night and came back late to find my room empty and dark, my roommate passed out. He had gone to bed early, good.

Sunday at 12:30 PM the door bust open. It was the girl who was drunk on the floor and one of her friends. They kicked the door and were let in by my roommate, awoken by the knock himself. The girls rushed in, loud as fuck, and started talking in their normal voices. After about a minute or two I just yelled at them, telling them that I was sleeping and they woke me up. They left, making snide remarks as they left. Fuck them.

It’s 2:20 AM, and who waltz in (unable to sleep) as I am watching a movie. The girl who passed out on the floor. As I sit here with them behind a partition in the middle of my room, they keep getting louder and louder, to which I ask them to quiet down… Only to have them get louder and louder. They ask me questions from time to time, to which I just mumble and they leave me alone, only to ask the question again later. I keep saying that I am watching the movie and they keep talking.

I am seriously about to buy nerf products and throw it at them…

Update: Part 2 is Online

There is this girl that seems to always pop up in our room… Kathleen. She is a good friend of my roommate, so even if I had complaints about her (I don’t) it would be inappropriate for me to even bring them up. She personifies the “college girl” stereotype- constantly worried about the smallest things and speaks a million words a minute. A lot of my roommate’s friends are like that, and I have no complaints… If it wasn’t for my roommate and his bringing people in, I would probably be alone a good percentage of the time (my friends at the other dorm are more accessible online than anywhere else.) Maybe he doesn’t get enough credit for putting up with the likes of me… Thanks Anthony.

Bedtime, if she ever gets the fuck out of my room.

Update: I now have complaints

Another Wednesday. I spend my Monday/Wednesday/Fridays at Loyola’s downtown campus. It is nice, but insanely annoying to have to go to. I start out with a wonderful Theology Class (no, seriously, it’s wonderful) then move to a Writing Seminar with a great professor teaching a horrible class. Then it is off to this class: Computer Science 150. Now you would think this class would be easy, right? Well, it is. Sorta. It is a room full of computers where everyone (including myself) spends their time typing away at the lab computers as the teacher discusses something he will later put up on his staff webpage. The items are rather basic and he never really “assigns” anything that I can not turn in later. If it wasn’t 4 floors away from my writing class I would probably never show up. Even when I do show up, it isn’t for very long. I will be surprised if I stay for more than 20 minutes longer before making my way to my next destination.

Theology was interesting today in that we discussed some of the Devotional Practices in the Catholic Church. It focused on something that I always found odd at mass: Why we do some of the little rituals involved in mass. For example, genuflection (kneeling to your right knee as you enter the church or pew) is based on the idea that you would bow to a roman ruler as a method of reverence. Then there is the idea of blessing with holy water (see: title of this post) and what holy water really is. I found out that Holy Water is really just water that has been blessed by a priest. Everything that there is to do with holy water in the church is to simply remind the participant of their baptism in the Catholic Church. Spiffy.