Oh.... that water's clean....

Scott here… just got back from my weekend at home last night. So far stuff is going great. I read 20 pages of geography stuff last night and got a 100 on the quiz about it. So take that….

Its story time! I’m just going to tell it like it happened in as an objective way as possible:

Last night I was unpacking some stuff and I had a bag of clothes on Scholes’ bed. He told me to take the stuff off his bed so I “taunted” (what he refers to what I did as) and put my shoe on his bed. Not a muddy or dirty shoe… just a Birkenstock. He grabbed that shoe and the other shoe that matched it and ran out of the apartment… H.G. blocked me from chasing Scholes, but I reasoned with him that I thought we should lock Scholes out, and he agreed and locked the door for me. We let Scholes back in the room a little under a minute later. He comes in and says that he threw my shoes at the end of the hallway. I grab a pair of his shoes and run out to go get my shoes and leave his shoes where mine were as a sort of equal payback. I can't find my shoes so I come back to the door with Scholes’ shoes and I hear them talking about something concerning my stuff. They open the door to find me just standing there. No biggie. I give Scholes his shoes and go back to my room. Scholes says something about hiding one of my bags (I had my stuff in several bags from traveling home). He tells me I might want to go find my bag before it gets too wet. I think “oh ok, whatever…” and go look in the shower and don't see anything. I go to look in the kitchen in the sink area and don't see anything. I sigh and think of one other place that my bag could be as HG and Scholes try to give me a hint that goes something like “you better hurry up before it gets too… soiled..” I walk to the toilet and open the lid and there it is. The plastic bag that my mom gave me containing canned soup and a jar of salsa is in the toilet. I stand there for a minute and just try to take it in. I couldn’t even fathom how someone would think doing that was reasonable or fair in any way… actually I still can't… maybe I just need to be more mature? Then I'll get it. What do you guys think?
Let me know if that wasn’t objective enough… this isn't me “talking bad” bout anyone and I know Scholes or HG would agree that how I told it was very fair and accurate. It just feels strange when what is reasonable or logical to other people you live with contrasts so sharply with your own opinions. I talked to Scholes later that night and I forgave him and we are good now. I don't think Scholes or my other 2 roommates are retarded, I just think there is a big difference between how they think and how I think…

In other less frustrating news… I had a great weekend at MJ with Mandy… we got off to a rough start though…I left my cell phone at Kmart and couldn’t call her to tell her I was on my way back. I just went directly to her house (from Knoxville) to surprise her but her car wasn’t there and there were about 3 or 4 cars parked outside her house. I decided to check it out anyways. I went to the door and looked and to see her dad, brother, and another younger guy sitting in the living room watching TV. I knocked and they told me to come in and told me Mandy was out with some friends… they said I could use the phone to call her. I called but her phone wasn’t on or it wasn’t working. I was just going to go home and try calling her later, but her dad invited me to watch some TV and hang out with them, and I recall Mandy talking about Chase (last boyfriend), and Whitney (her best friend) and talking about how they got along so well with her dad and could just hang out and do nothing and seem to have a good time with him, and she thought that was a good thing about them…. Sooo… I thought that it would be a good idea of me to sit around and talk and stuff… so I did. Mandy came in about 20 minutes later with Whitney and I don't remember what the first thing she said exactly but it was something like “what are you doing here??”… and that was quite the contrast from the “I missed you this past week, Scott!” ::BIG HUG:: scenario that I kind of had in my head on the ride back home. What happened was, she was out with Whitney, Chase, and 3 or 4 other friends from eating dinner after the mid-state concert. They got back to her house and Chase saw my car there and asked Mandy and she told him it was me, and he kind of got depressed (understandably so because although Mandy told Chase that she was breaking up with him for reasons that didn't involve me at all… the proximity of us hanging out to them breaking up would definitely cause Chase to think that she might not have told him the whole picture) and didn't really say much of anything else to her and just kind of left… so Mandy felt bad because she has been making an effort to remain friends with Chase after their 3 month relationship and I guess its just hard to be friends with someone who would be depressed by who you were dating… but she got better…and she of course wasn’t mad that I was at her house, she just didn't want to make things harder for Chase. I think after about an hour of me telling her to relax and not worry about it she finally started to feel better… I could tell she was bugged by it even when we were watching the movie we rented at my place, so I just paused it and we talked about it for a few minutes and I gave her a hug… she seemed to feel a lot better after that. We hung out for awhile that night and the next day we went and ate dinner with her Mom (she made lasagna) and then went to go see “Along Came Polly”… which I thought was pretty good… there were definitely some parts that I laughed a lot at… like I was telling HG… I just don't think Jennifer A. (from friends- and I don't think I would spell her last name right) is a very good actress… but Ben Stiller was his normal self. We came back to her place- got another movie and took it to my house (yes… we watch a lot of movies… but we talk through about half of them). When we hang out, its just one of those things where we’ll be sitting/laying on the couch there at 10pm and then all of a sudden its 3am… and I just think “how did that happen?”… and its not like this weekend was the first time that had happened… it pretty much happens any time we have time to kill… so we are good at that… so everything went well… I’m still not good at goodbyes and she is definitely better than me… it just always kind of happens that I’m the “I don't wanna go back to Knoxville!” person, and she’s the one saying “oh it’ll be ok, don't be sad”… but that's fine by me… OK I gotta eat and get ready for my 3+ hour Advanced Genetics Lab where we start cloning a gene… but I don't want to… not for moral implications, mind you, but because I’m really tired… and a slacker… gotta go- Scott