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(Well, there certainly aren’t just three things on my mind, but my newspaper readings haven’t been giving me much to bite on, lately. And I just feel like rambling, even if I have nothing to say.) Some days, I am really glad that I can be assertive. A future roommate of mine, H., has a major problem with confrontation. She’s also having major roommate problems. She came into my room this afternoon, frustrated and crying about her roommate’s latest transgression; Kitty Cat, Bridget, and I all attempted to help. It was interesting: I could predict everyone’s suggestions based on their personalities. Bridget wanted H. to start hiding the things her…

Apparently, radiator hoses decay from the inside out, and should be checked every couple of years. Twenty-one year old radiator hoses are bound to fail. Along with the old people never driving the car anywhere (a plus), they never had the damn thing serviced (a minus). Coolant stinks, and the odor lingers. Nikolai likes to be chauffeured, and his car (some old Volvo) is hella fun to drive. A car that easily goes above 80 miles an hour without getting all “floaty”? Hell, yes… A car left on the side of an interstate overnight will be muddy and have an “Abandoned Vehicle” sticker on it, left by the police. I…

I like paintings. When I got to Mae’s this morning, she asked me what I liked, and what I wanted to see at the museums today. I told her I wanted to see anything and everything, because I’m too ignorant to have a preference. She was willing to oblige. The only areas open at the IMA are the European and African areas, due to construction. We spent the first couple of hours in the European section, where I found myself lost in the minute details of many of the paintings, studying proportions, musculature, and hands. I found myself shying away from more Romantic and impressionist art and the dotted art…

Everyone high-tailed it out of here Friday night, and by Saturday afternoon, it was just me and one other girl, who I think is here because of softball. Last night, after returning from taking Bridget to the airport, I went to hang out with “Nikolai”, who I promised I would hang around over break. He just needs someone to prattle to while his two favorite girls are gone. And I can nod and say “uh-huh” every now and then for the opportunity to play some good ol’ mindless video games. So I whooped ass (yeah, right) at Soul Caliber while he talked about… well, hell if I remember. Somehow, however,…