I have found I have been making most of my recent entries the mornings after all-nighters. This is giving the impression that I never sleep. This is not true, I go home, and sleep and eat healthy green vegetables on a regular basis. This is the story I tell my mother and I am sticking to it.

Tonight I have been studying integer partitions. I am feeling much more confident about this topic now. I will read over the website notes tomorrow, and go see the prof in the afternoon to answer any questions I still have. noam_rion lent me a really neat book on the topic. He said he would be by at about 7pm to pick up; but I have not seen him; not that I mind, as I am still using it.

The next little while will be crazy. I have my linear algebra midterm on wednesday, and then my combinatorics midterm on thursday, then a calculus assignment on friday, and an essay worth 20% of my russian studies course on Tuesday.

The new roommate seems to be working out well.

Another morning (correction: afternoon) after no sleep. It is very weird how sometimes staying up all night working hurts so much, and other days, other than the odd feeling of having a hollow head, I am perfectly awake. In another hour, my last class of the week will let out; and I will make my way to nearest bed for some sleep.

I went out drinking to celebrate T's 20th birthday last night. It may be the illusion of not having slept; but somehow q commuting variable made more sense under the influence of the girly cocktails K introduced me to; but I think I like beer better.

The new house mate from Germany seems to be working out. I have only spoken with him for an hour. I have barely been home all week. Not that this is abnormal; but I hope it works out.

So, I have been really terrible about updating my live journal for last, almost, two weeks.

Frosh week ended. My hair is still maroon. I got beaten up during capture the leader. My legs are still bruised, and the scrapes on the rest of my body have almost healed.

Class has started. I have math 245 with Jackson. He wasn't there today; but he was there this morning!! This guy is so awesome. The accent keeps making me think of Dylan Thomas (for obvious reasons). I have math 247 with Spronk. He seems really nice; and I have heard good things about him. I have math 249 with Godsil, who, although I know I have heard his name, no one seems to have a review of his teaching.

Last night I went to my first 'Intro to Russian Thought and Culture' lecture. It seems like it is going to be interesting; but very, very, very easy. My other elective course this term in Econ 101 with Larry Smith. It is being held on Thursday from 7-10pm, so I haven't heard any lectures yet. I was going to take CS 240 as a sixth course; but I went to the lecture yesterday, and came to the conclusion that I would never stay awake, and could learn more just studying some books on data structures and algorithms on my own.

The roommate search continues. Almost everyone still looking is looking for a place for only four months. Over the weekend, when I didn't have a chance to check my e-mail, eight people sent in requests for information. Two more arrived since last night. One wrote back to say she found a place. One I turned down because he was looking for a place for only two months (good luck!). One other has gotten back to me. She is graduate student at Laurier, and wants to see the house tomorrow evening.

I have been feeling kind of nervous after my run-in with the potential roommate who didn't understand the meaning of NO. I talked to him, and felt kind of funny; but I didn't know what to make of it. Anyway, the second to last time I talked to him, I said "I can't promise you anything, until you talk to J." Apparently, he interpreted this to mean "Sure, you can move in tonight.", because what he said next was "Cool, I'll be there this evening with my stuff." and hung up. I tried to call him back; but he wasn't picking up. Anyway, in person he made me even more nervous than on the phone, so I turned him away. This has never happened before. I have never met anyone I didn't feel safe around. I am locking my doors and windows as soon as I get home now.

So, I dyed my hair for frosh week. I wanted a really shocking bright pink, but I ended up with maroon. My hair matches my leader shirt now. I have had my new hair colour for only an hour and a half. I still like it, which is good. I kind of like being a leader. I walk around, frosh and their parents approach me with questions, and I get to be really helpful.

I finally got ahold of my landlord today, and got him the rent. He seems really nice and easy going. And I LOVE the house. I am totally in love with my little room. Everything just fits for me with it. My bed comes up just level with the window ledge, my dresser, night table and bed just fit along the wall. My bed is just short enough to let me still open the closet door all the way. I am so taking all of these things as good omens. But I need another awesome roommate...

I am still unpacking, trying to find everything. I found my printer. I found my printer cable. I found the USB cable to connect my printer to my laptop (which I never lost sight of); but I can't find printer paper. I posted info on the room on line at UW housing today. I am going to see if there any of those red tags in the SLC for housing. Then I have to get printer paper and post signs everywhere. There has to be someone good left, there just has to be.

I am posting from the SLC, I still have to get busy and call Bell. Ugh, I am lazy. I meant to do stuff last night; but I ended up crashing with Holden for the third night in a row. It is so good to see him again after four and half months apart.

My aunt and uncle finally left yesterday afternoon. I was starting to really go crazy. They just start doing everything for me, like I am a little kid. Maybe I am just sensitive because of my baby face. Yet, I can't complain because they are very, very generous to the child they think I am. They bought me so much food I don't think I'll need to buy anything for a awhile. It is so weird. They bought all this food they usually feed me when I am visiting them, so it is nothing like what I eat when I am at home with my parents or when I am completely on my own.

I am living off-campus this year. I have a house, I have an awesome roommate. We have three bedrooms, we need a third roommate. We have found a third potentially awesome roommate. Two rooms are bigger than the other. The small cannot be taken by my awesome or potentially possibly awesome roommate. I, on the other hand, own a small twin bed, and can take the smaller room. I would like the smaller room. I would be comfortable in the smaller room. I treat my room as a place to crash and keep my clothes. These two functions can be fulfilled with a bed and dresser, which can be fit into the smaller room.

The complication? My loving, doting, caring Aunt and Uncle. They believe the room is too small for me. It is too small for a bed, a dresser and a desk, this is true. I don't want a desk in my room. I don't study in my room. This I cannot convince them of. The work you will be doing will be different this year, they say. Different? You mean harder? This means I should spend less time in my room, where I always end up studying my games more intently that my texts. They will not be budged. The smallest room is unacceptable for their niece.

The solution? I am reduced to pretending I am moving into the middle room. As soon as they have left town, I will be moving everything into the small room, except for the desk, and whatever other unnecessary junk they feel is necessary. Maybe they are right about everything, and I will regret this; but I wish they would let me find out for my own. Spending time with them is very frustrating for me. They never let me make mistakes.

As I write this, I hear the cosmic laughter. This sounds most unmistakably to me like the set-up for a sit-com. My life is becoming a sit-com.

I have a house to live in next year! Well, a 97% certainty of a house. I am sooo excited to have a place. I will gush more about it when the lease has been signed.