Soon to Mendacino (sp?)

So nothing really exciting is happening right now. So, I’m gonna do a self-indulgent blog, so I can actually remember the little bits and pieces of this year thirty years from now.
Currently sitting in my 18’x10’ room at the fold-down desk, laptoping away. No internet, so this is just a word doc, I’ll hop over to the other dorm tomorrow to upload it. My roommate is lying in bed (trying to sleep? The lights are still on), and the movie that was playing in the lounge (Austin Powers) ended while I was in the shower. I love that
The only person left in the lounge was one of my former podmates, Dustin. Someone evidently tried to volunteer at the nearby Planned Parenthood recently, because there were a couple of PP condoms lying on the table. They expire in 2014.
When I look back at long periods of my life, one of the things that really connects me to the past is remembering the almost-unnoticeable elements of my everyday routine that I take for granted in the moment.
The way I keep track of my parachute-chord lanyard keychain. My electronic passcard that opens the doors on campus, my Americorps ID, and the key to my room. All strung up on a length of parachute cord I brought and mini-carabineers that rode my backpack for years waiting for moments of use like this. I clip it to my belt loop during the day, and hang it on the end of my bed when I’m in dorm. I know I’d lose it.
I stick my laptop inside the box my steel-toed boots came in whenever I leave the room for a while. Then I push it under the bed and it’s just another piece of teenage organization.
By nine every night I’m exhausted. Combine 5 am wakeup with non-adjustment to west coast time, and you get Sam. Night-owl energy will kick in if I stay up past 11.
Slowly I add produce stickers to my nalgene whenever I find a new one. Apples, bananas, tomatoes, anything with one of those little stickers, as long as it’s new and unique.
The things that I bring with me everywhere: 1 nalgene, 1 cell phone, 1 wallet, 2 pens (one writing, one flow for doodling), 1 handkerchief, 1 lanyard, 1 slip of paper to draw on, and sometimes The Three Musketeers, which I am reading slowly and steadily.
I wear my crocs to shower. Water tends to puddle in the soles, but it can be drained my doing toe-stands before getting out. I’ve never owned a pair of flip-flops.
Tomorrow I’m going to get Google Sketchup and make a model of my room and possibly surroundings. If I have time. Maybe I can even post the file online.
I think my roommate is getting sick. I was sick while he was gone last week, so I hope I already got it and he’s not bringing something new back from the east coast (he went back on emergency leave for family). But hurry care package, which I hope contains vitamin C supplements. My backpack stash (which were probably a few years old anyway) dried up four days ago.
Wooow. Little to long possibly. Bedtime, up at 5:15 for PT