the ASSassins thing is hilarious. people have thrown themselves into it with typical, neurotic, competitive, overachieving swattie flair. can you tell how jealous i am? i missed it first semester too, for reasons that elude me at the moment. eliz vs. becca is the best match anyone could devise. i won’t begin to guess who’ll win. rebecca’s coldblooded and merciless; then again, eliz’s babbling panic is likely just a devious front for the same.
there’s a friend of my suitemate’s who calls from time to time (usually late at night/early morning), and, apologizing madly, asks me to do things for her. mostly leave messages for my sleeping suitemate, tho once it was to meet her downstairs to open a door for her. last nite it was to give her a 7 a.m. wakeup call. i can’t say no to her; i barely know her; and anyway somehow it’s too funny. so i woke up at 7, called her with a chipper good morning, and having lots of time after getting ready, took the elevator downstairs to find out my housing fate, chanting quietly, “dana dana dana. it’ll be dana, it’ll be dana. it’ll be fine. it’ll be dana.”
lo and behold, it was (is.) brig and i are sharing an outside double on dana 3rd. the building is the twin of the one where i lived freshman year. it has a rep for being quiet but considering the swarm of us taking it over (sarah c., sorelle, eliz, brig, me …) i’m sure we’ll make short work of that.
despite this morning’s viewing of roman polanski’s death and the maiden — the first film in a while i’ve watched most of with my eyes closed — i’m in a much better mental state. nothing changed, of course; nothing does. i just woke up this morning and saw in color, and that was enough for me.