Fri 05.09.25

Took the train to campus at around noon. My mom was coming over to my door and yelling her guts out about how terrible I am for skipping school. She went yelling to my dad twice as many times, his response being "she is a moron, what can we do about it?" (thanks for the misgendering father, very nice of you). She told me to go to school. I told her to go to hell. Well, it was in russian - literally, I told her to go to ass, because ass is also used to describe/name a very bad place to be in russian.

On my way out, she announced to my father that lunch is ready. I asked what is for lunch. She told me to go to ass. Starving, I made my way onto the train.

It was nice, I talked to mino and grim. Well, I didn't really want to talk to grim, but I did anyway. He is sweet and deserves the time and attention.

I thought about going to the buisness building bob showed me yesterday - tall and open, windows on all outer walls, city skylines and such in view. But I want a grounded place. Like the science building. Brick and cement, plant, somewhat unappealing chairs, and a view into a path and another building. That place is small and cozy, preferred by no one whatsoever it seems, no outlets, but nice nonetheless. No, it's not nice despite - it's nice because of all of this.

The buisness building is clean, it feels sterile. It looks like a hotel lobby, smells like mcdonalds fries, and comes with a vending machine and a fancy color printer. And the other place he likes, the psychology graduate building, feels less sterile but pretty fancy. The doors and outsides look from a botanical garden that old rich people go to. Things are white, walls are beige, door handles are golden, with many ceiling and wall lights and outlets and comfy, sleek wooden chairs.

I'm in said graduate building right now, because they had non-dairy creamer and a microwave I was interested in using. I wanted to make a pumpkin spice latte, in the empty cup I took from starbucks, because I had spice and instant coffee and water in my bag. I think their creamer is pretty bad, though, i'll have to fetch some from the wawa near my house. I don't mind the building at all, though the air conditioning is a bit too much. I should get a wooden bowl or some such thing, something to microwave stuff in. I could make instant noodles here, or warm up my lunch if I ever succeed in grabbing any. Bob might find it weird that I don't want to microwave in a plastic container, but I want a wooden bowl anyway. Or whatever I find that's not hazardous and doesn't shatter.

I'm thinking of going to annoy bob at his job. He's leaving in an hour, because he needs to get his last rabies shot. I haven't seen him yet today, but, for the sake of distance and attempted rebelling against dependency, that may be best. I could always bother him tomorrow, anyway. He works nearly all day saturdays.

I keep telling myself I need to do my homework. Luckily it's only one article, but this isn't a habit I want to cultivate. At least it's not due for another 3 days. I feel mad that I care, or that I am trying to care. But I need to be a good student this year, and, in this environment, I don't mind at all.

Calluses form on the tips of my fingers, and the uncovered sides of my pointers have thick, dry skin, sometimes like sandpaper. I don't know what's up with that.

I'm hungry, very hungry. If only I had a bowl for my instant noodles.

14:10