I've been going to bed very early these days. The latest I've gone to bed is 11:30 and it happened only once after we watched Happy Gilmore in a common room. I wish I could be one of those people who are awake till 2am and worry about waking up early. Or do I? I used to be one of them in Vancouver. ... Okay, maybe not.
But the fact that I go to bed early is a proof that I haven't settled in. The usual me would not go to bed before midnight. Getting tones of homework might help me stay awake that long. And I think it will happen pretty soon.
Having a roommate is sometimes good because from time to time I don't want to be alone and just have someone by myself although we may not talk. But most of the time I DO want to be alone and enjoy solitude all by myself. My roommate is almost just like me, though. It is a bit weird to see. She wouldn't probably think that I'm like her, but how she behaves and talks is pretty similar to the normal me. Oh well...
I'm mostly very content living with her but I am afraid I might go a little crazy during the night. As some people know, when I am stressed, even at a subconscious level, I sleeptalk and sometimes sleepwalk. Heavy, uneven breathing is just another thing. I hope she's sound asleep enough not to hear me should I ever do such things (or have done).
Last night, for some reason, I was so tired that I just went to bed without brushing my teeth and washing my face. I was watching Amelie on iPod and just slipped into a dream. My roommate came 'home' around 10:30pm and I was awake for like two minutes. I thought about brushing my teeth and stuff but I was just too tired to care. I wonder why.
Yesterday dinner was pretty unpleasant. They had chilli, which I really like, but they almost ran out by the time I got there. I couldn't take all of the rest, out of good will. (Riiiiiiight...) I took chicken as well and... oh-em-gee. OMG. It was tasteless as hell. I almost felt sorry for the chicken whose life was sacrificed for this abominable dish. There was no seasoning at all. It was just... cooked. Edible. Outside that 'edible' area, Nada. I almost never leave food lying about on my dish when I'm done, because of what might happen after death, (hardy har har) but this chicken... i just had to let it go.
Chilli was quite good except the rice was horrible. There is a Korean expression which refers to "grains of rice sticking up upon one's tongue." This usually applies when the person doesn't have an appetite (thus forcing oneself/being forced to eat) or is under stress/pressure while eating. It doesn't necessarily have to do with critiquing the cook's skill to serve a bowl of rice. ... In my case... it was quite literal. It actually stood up. I wondered if the rice was even cooked properly. But I was a bit hungry in the sight of chilli so I just ate them without complaining. (Besides, a student service manager was right in front of me... It wouldn't be 'dulce et decorum...' - a little literature joke right there.)
My parents will probably be relieved when I say I haven't lost appetite since the first two days. I think, because the former ISC occupants at UBC forewarned us how horrible the food quality was, it seemed relatively okay.
Today I have another math (this time REAL class), Spanish and English. I have all of those with people I know except for English. And it's at night. (7:30~8:50.) I hope I don't freak out when I walk back to the dorm. Academic wise, today should be pretty easy. Math is okay because I've done some calculus and my knowledge is far more recent that other people (because they took it in Gr.11 and forgot the most) -if I have any, that is- and Spanish... come on. I've got freakin' 92% in Spanish 12 provincial exam. Of course I'm gonna fry the others. (Now I'm really cocky...) But English... well... I'll see how it goes. It's just a first class and she/he'll spend most of time talkinga bout the course outline. .. hopefully.
