Good People Do This
My dear roommate Amy Popp is just a good person. Her response to the creepiness of Bill Quinn is to pick up a piece of pie, drop it off at his house, as well as give him her number and tell him if he needs help with anything like shoveling off the steps during winter, to just call. She also wakes up at 6:45 in the morning only to take me to work. She always does her chores. She always helps with the dishes. She likes buying drinks for people. She would loan you money even if she couldn't afford it. She's really considerate and even if she didn't like the gift you got her for Christmas, you would never know.
I go home today... meaning Wooster, Ohio. This excites me for only a couple of reasons and makes me sad for even more.
My future:
Ok so in 1yr. this is what i could be doing...
1.) Going back to Wooster, being roommates with my sister, and save up money, while applying for grad school and the peace corp.
2.) Stay in Athens, keep my awesome house, stay with good roommates, find a job, save up money while applying for grad school and the peace corp.
3.) Apply for grad school now and the go in the fall.
Tell me what you think!
Famous Person Siting
While I was walking to work today, I swear I saw Michael Moore (the documentary guy not my friend). He was driving a little beat up Mazda... I think he would do that. Also, you guys know about the Tony Danza look-alike in Athens right? Well the other day someone told me that he looks nothing like Tony Danza...whatever.
In other news... this is how I am feeling. Do you ever feel like being a good listener gives you the short end of the stick? Maybe I am just jealous, but I feel like all I do is listen any more. I know that this is a good thing in terms of the whole Bible "talk less, listen more" thing. Do you ever get to a point though, when you just want people to ask you what's going on with your life, not just because they see you acting strange, but because they care that much. I guess a little bit is my fault, because I don't volunteer information, right I am a piece of selfish crap.
Creepy or Nice
Ok Bill Quinn is who we are to discuss today. Yes that's right, the old man who lives beside me. This summer he turned 84, and all of us at 159 wanted to be nice to him. He's nice to talk to, he's slow walking, but he's way too curious. Ok so lets rewind to last night around 5pm. Jacklyn, Amy, and I have all fixed ourselves dinner and have settled down at the dining room table. We were about halfway through our meal when I noticed Bill exiting his back door and preceeds to stare at us. I did what any polite person would do, be discreet, act like I didn't see him, continue to eat, but inform my housemates that our old man neighbor is staring at us. They didn't seem to care that much. Since I couldn't stare back I was unaware after five minutes if he was still there. So, I took my plate to the sink and as I was entering the dining room I turned off the light so I could see outside. To my relief Bill Quinn was not there. I sat back down to further converse with my roomies. Then only two minutes later I see his back porch light go out and him step outside to further peep at us. Umm ok creepy old man please stop. My roommates started to wonder too, but since he turned off his light to better disguise himself we had no way to judge how long he was/would (be) look(ing) at us this time. So dinner time was over, Amy was about to go to the basement to change laundry, and I had to run upstairs to get my laundry basket so I could move my clothes out of her way. Still curious, I peered through my window to investigate Bill's location. Would you believe me if I said that he was so close to our windows that I don't know how we couldn't see him. I screamed and said he was still there. In fear we decided to all go to the basement, because maybe he would get bored and leave us alone. We only waited about 5 minutes but sure enough when I checked from upstairs again he was not there. I talked to Chris about this later and he said that he was pretty sure he did this when they lived there too. Eww. I am trying to be objective and just understand that he is lonely... but what if the situation is the worst kind of all. That we are living next to a con man, that his cane and age are just a ploy, that he is scoping out the situation so that he may some day enter our home. What if he is the misterious man who showed up at 5:55 in our neighbors bedroom. (There was a break in up the street around Thanksgiving) All of this fear you see here haunts me every morning on my walking commute to work. The dark silence is the creepiest thing to me.
Sensational
Do you watch Desperate Housewives... I wish that I could say that I did regularly, and at the same time I wish to deny that all together. Anyway, there is this character that is the perfect house wife, and today I felt what I would think she would feel. I opened at The Front Room, it was snowing the perfect amount, I picked out the perfect flavor of beans, I put on some perfect Christmas music ( I hate Christmas music), the tree looked perfect on stage, the lighting was perfect, and my board looked great too. I felt the most odd sense of perfectness. It was very similar to the feeling that I felt last night when I finally finished rearranging my room and cleaning it. The rest of the house is pretty clean right now too, and Lydia, Amy, and I decided to have some Ben & Jerrys. I got Oatmeal Cookie Chunk, just because I had been thinking about Emily and Mae lately. I also felt a similar feeling when I was planning out Christmas gifts today. I was talking to someone and they gave me some great advice on how to get/make these things cheaper! Hoorah! Today is shaping up perfect and it's only 12:30.
Sankofa
Do you remember that movie? I re-lived it last night. I am taking a class right now called Black Communication Styles, and our midterm is due today. I am writing about the movie and life on the plantation and what that means today. So this isn't very interesting...but that's ok because nobody will read it anyway:)
Changing It Up
Hi. My name is Talya, and my previous posting can be found at confianza.diaryland.com. The reason I am switching or even having a "blog" is because I am a sheep and a poser.
I like you.
