Now that I'm back at school I have to get up at a decent time and read things. One of my classes is about poetry and fiction, so I get to read honest to goodness stories.
I like stories. What I really like that I don't get enough of are object-based stories. Those are the kinds of stories that have limited to no direct human involvement in them. Consider a greasy haired kid lying facedown and motionless on a table in a library. Books and papers surround him. That's an object-based story. Though a story is never explicitly told, one can connect the pieces and create some sort of narrative based on clues they have.
Picture books can be good at object based storytelling. So can video games. So can rooms.
Still don't have my U-Pass yet. Apparently I'm going to have to wait about a week to get it. It's frustrating but I suppose it's not to be unexpected. These things happen when you have a large organization attempting to work with a college that has ties to another large organization.
My roommate came back sometime around midnight last night. Kind of an odd time to move in, but whatever works, I guess. My first indication that he was back was when he started putting the sheets on his unmade bed around four in the morning. I pretended I was asleep. Some hours of the day do not make a good time to say hello.
I don't think the medication has kicked back in yet again. I'm functioning, but I really have to force myself to do stuff. Some of the stuff is harder to do than other things - for instance, getting out of my dorm to socialize is often much more of a struggle than it should be. Tomorrow I intend to seek out a therapist. I'm hoping to purchase a generally positive outlook on life and I hear they sell them.
A certain person I talked about was on American Idol a couple of nights ago. Again, though I was never really close to her in school, seeing her on TV was really neat. The only surreal thing about it, though, was the backstory that they presented her with - that her dad had divorced her mom and she'd been having trouble at home as a result. While I don't doubt that that's true, reality TV has a way of handpicking particular portions out of a person's life and tailoring them to fit a narrative's purposes. And the way that Katelyn was presented on Idol, her entire life and persona was condensed to "I'm sad because my dad left," which is obviously no genuine way to portray a person as, you know, a person.