Last night, Becky, Chrissy and I went to Dissmores (grocery store) and purchased the fixins for pasta, with salad and garlic bread and we prepared quite a feast. Of course we just used Prego spaghetti sauce but still, it was like the first "home-cooked" meal any of us had had in a while and it was wonderful. We cooked our meal in the first floor lounge of my building (where Becky lives, I'm on the third), and we watched Role Models which happened to be on HBO at the time.

In my GenEd class, the entire class was split up into teams of 14 people. Each team had to come up with a team leader, and being the power hungry control freak that I am, ended up being the leader. When my team was choosing the leader, no body wanted to do it, and so I lied and said "I guess if no body else will do it, I can do it", the truth is "I don't want anybody else to do it, I want to be the leader!", haha but I didn't want my love of leadership positions to be apparent.

Today my plans are fairly simple, at noon, Becky and I are going to hit up the states largest university recreation center here at WSU, and put in a good hour-long work out, because I desperately need it. I haven't worked out in over a month, so hopefully my stamina is as good as it was circa December 2009.

After our grueling work out, I'm sure I'll be heading back to Becky's room where I will begin doing my homework for the weekend. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure all of my homework this semester, has been done in Becky's dorm room. She keeps me focused, because she doesn't get distracted easily at all, so she stays focused on her work and it inspires me to do the same. I've got my math to take care of, and being the team leader for my GenEd team I have to organize the team paper that's due tomorrow. Lucky for me, the only part I'm writing is the summary. Not that I didn't want to do more, but it just turned out that way. However I still have to assemble the entire paper based on the different parts people are emailing me so this should be interesting.

My french class is amazing. For some reason I was scared of my french professor (before I met her). I guess I'm just scared of french people, I don't want them to hate my french speaking abilities or lack thereof. Lucky for me, my amazing french professor, who is a native of France, is an amazing woman. She is so funny, and so nice, and has the most beautiful accent. Despite my love for the language, I've found that the French accent isn't always a pretty one, but hers is wonderful. Every day she surprises me more and more and it's great. She is incredibly patient and understanding, and is just an amazing teacher. When mastering a language I think it's equally important to know all the slang and colloquialisms of the language as well, and she certainly has that accomplished. I never have to worry about if she'll understand what I'm saying or if I should speak more formally, because she gets it all. She speaks a lot of english too which I find really helpful because if I have a question, I don't have to worry about always putting it into perfect french (which in turn gets screwed up in translation anyway), I can ask the question and precisely as I want it, and get the best answer from her. Oh I could go on forever about how much I love her and the class (which I have about 5 friends in).

So next year, oh boy. So this past week I was just sitting in my dorm, wasting time, and I get a text from my good friend Janie that says "we want you to live with us next year" I'm flattered and yet torn. I always thought it'd be fun to live with Janie and my friends Meagan and Alisha, but they had all planned on living together in a house, and I'm more of an apartment person (at least in Pullman). The thought of living with those girls had crossed my mind, but I was pretty set on living in a one-bedroom apartment next year (which I'd love, trust me I love my privacy). So initially when she said that, my thought was "no I don't want to live in a house, they're gross here", but the more I thought about it, the more the idea started growing on me.

First off, I would save a lot of money, probably, by the end of one year, I'd save maybe over 1500-2000 bucks by not living in a one-bedroom apartment. Also, there are a few really nice homes in the area, despite the numerous dumps that also exist. The houses are all much closer to campus than any of the apartments are, plus I'd be living with some really cool girls. I know I'd be the only guy, but I think I'd manage. The problem is, even this isn't completely certain. The three girls are still on the lookout for three bedroom homes, so if they find one, then it'll just be them, which I'll be fine with. Also, Becky and I might live together, but that depends on a number of things, that I do not care to get into right now.

Back to the whole living in a house thing. I know my parents don't really want me to do the house thing because of the nightmare Amy went through in her house. I too was certain that I'd never deal with a house and just go straight to the apartments, but I'm kind of changing my mind. I know many of the houses aren't nearly as nice as the apartments, but I think it could be a lot of fun living in a house. Closer to campus, closer to nightlife, the situation is really ideal. Plus I'd be living with some people that I really like, who I know I can trust and have a good time with. So we'll see, chances are Becky and I won't live together, and the girls might find a nice three bedroom, and I'll be back to my original plan of living in a one-bedroom apartment.

I may have not a single iota of an idea as to where I'm living next year, but I do know for certain that I'll be extremely happy wherever I'm at.

I'm baaack! It's been about a month, but it feels good to be back. I have an hour break between my first and second classes so I'm just sitting here in the Compton Union Building on my laptop and waiting. Last semester I had a similar break, and I'd usually go back to my room because I'd have it to myself, but this semester it's different, and my roommate doesn't have class until noon, so I don't have the room to myself anymore.

I was getting excited to sign a lease for an apartment, but after emailing Dabco Management (the company that owns the apartments I'll be living in next year), I discovered that I can't sign a lease until march, so that's just wonderful.

I really don't have much to talk about right now since my time back here in Pullman has only just begun. I'm stoked for this semester to be back in full swing and for my social life to resume to normal. Last night was miserably boring, Becky and I just sat around and talked for hours, ate some food, watched some shows on TV, then I went to my room and slept like a baby. Again, I really have nothing of substance to talk about right now so I'll just end this little post right here and I'll post again as soon as I have something adequately entertaining to tell you.