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Let's see. OMFG, Psych. Shawn/Lassiter? OFFICIALLY ALMOST CANON.

( Spoiler of part of one line for Lassie's Done a Bad Bad Thing that's hardly worth cutting but I'll do it anyway. )

O AND. I think I may have been getting cruised by some chick at the gym for illicit gymshower sex. Chances are that I totally misread things and it's going to turn out that I'm going to find out that she kept giving me looks because I sit next to her in chemistry or something, but it's a funny story either way. Seriously, though--there was so much eye contact that if I were watching us on TV, I'd have totally been convinced that we were together (see Karen and Jules above, LOL). And when I got off the treadmill, she followed not too long after into the locker room, then she sort of, idk, meanders past into the shower area after catching my eye. Like for illicit gym shower sex. She wasn't really my type (idk what my type is--fictional, I suppose, LOL), plus I'm not the type for illicit gym shower sex, so I just sort of kept putting my sweatshirt and coat on (it's freaking cold here--wind chill's been double digits below zero a couple of times lately--so even though that was miserable for the first 10 minutes or so while I was still hot from exercising, in the long run the bundling up was worth it), and after a few minutes she came out of the shower room. As in, having gone in there for no apparent reason except illicit gym shower sex. Like I said, prolly totally misinterpreting/hyperinterpreting stuff, but I suppose you had to have been there because it's hard to describe all the signals, but I actually seriously think that this may have been what was happening. And that's my story.

IL how BSG credits are spoilers. Fail, giving the 5th Cylon his/her own whole screen on the end credits a few seconds after I pop over to check out the SG-1 on after the premiere. Just got done watching the rerunning of the premiere, though (as Psych was during the first run), but I didn't realize it was on so I still missed the first 15 minutes or so. And spent most of the episode writing an email to my brother and otherwise fiddling with the computer, so I'll really have to watch it again to get it.

Fail at how a few days after getting back, my internet is dead here. The wired box all of a sudden decided to fail--luckily, I'm on the 8th floor, the lobby of which has wi-fi, so I can catch that on and off but it's weak and crappy. And I wasn't sure what the problem was at first, so I didn't put in a work request until Friday afternoon, which means with the weekend and the backlog of more important jobs (one of the other buildings flooded in the middle of the week--as in multiple floors; fifth floor had 4 inches and everything below got soggy--so most of the maintenance people are still prolly on that) that will inevitably be there for them on Monday, I've got no idea when it'll get fixed.

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Still no internets. In the basement computer lab atm. Might hit up some random stores just to have something to do. It's kind of depressing here, frankly, in that though normally I'd be fine engrossed in my computer, everybody's parents came down for the weekend and I'm all post-just having to go back to school (I could have gone back with bleakone this weekend, but I didn't think it was worth fighting my overwhelming school anxiety to pull myself back here after only being gone a week) and menstrual and all low-self-esteemed and my computer's being an utter whore, so I'm wallowing a bit.

The computer? *#)(*$(#@!!. I don't know what its freaking problem is. The interwebs, fine. Those are working only off and on. But the freezing and slow running and near-constant hangups are getting worse and worse. The screen brightness won't change and is stuck at dull (which is a Vista control problem). Plus, the godsdamned warranty repair people still haven't gotten back to me. I'm going to call and tell them that by god, if they don't answer inquiries from their website sent IN THE MANNER THAT THEY SPECIFY IS PREFERRED, they sure as hell better hope that I don't write a letter to Toshiba and ask that they be taken off the approved warranty repair center list. In fact, come to think of it, I might do that anyway.

Speaking of writing letters, I've been using my gym membership from home to get into the gym here, right? Because they told us (bleakone and I) that I could, and then used that to sell bleakone a membership there. Lo and behold, we talk to somebody else when my temporary card runs out and it turns out the girl that did the selling didn't know what the fuck she was talking about, and I could only use my Club Fitness membership for a month (since it's a monthly contract thing) and would have to then buy into their contract (the minimum term for which is longer than I hope to be down here, I think) at some more than double the price per month. WTF. If we had known this, there would have been some considerable rethinking before bleakone bought hers, as the major selling point (that the chick used to hawk the thing) was that we could both work out there. Does that not seem like a bait-and-switch out the wazoo?

I can't even describe how pissed off I was. Now, when I need the thing more than ever (the inexplicable weight gain has continued no matter what I do to try and stop it--it's to the doctor next because I'm starting to wonder about hypothyroidism as I've had those symptoms before and it matches up), I'm essentially stranded. Especially during the winter, you're waiting an hour in the gym at school for a treadmill because there are maybe 6 total in the entire sports facility (which is nothing to speak of) which has very restricted hours anyway; there's a stairmaster in the basement that I can get into anytime, but blech. This also means that there's really no reason to keep up my membership at home, but then what will I do when I go home? There was talk at one point when I was first leaving about setting it up so I was just billed for the days I'd be on break at the proportion of my monthly fee at Club Fitness, but then they decided it was too hard. I'd like to try to get them to do that, but I'm not sure if I'd need to mess with corporate (prolly, as they do the actual billing) or go through the people that I know, the latter meaning a better chance of success.

There's a VIP membership level thing that lets you bring friends as much as you want at the Ozark Fitness here that bleakone might switch up to if it's as cheap to do so as I remember, and that would cover me down here since we drive together anyway and are going to try to find an apartment together for next year. But the "switch up to VIP for free" promotion is over, apparently, and when she asked one of the receptionists it was indicated that that would require a rewriting of the contract. What I really want to do is march up there and put all this to them; how she was sold the membership under mistaken/false pretenses and therefore they really should release her from the contract without penalty, but with a contractual membership place like this they don't give a damn about customer satisfaction because you're already paying them the money, so they could just say "to hell with you" and keep on billing.

But the combination of that and the daily billing at CF would work well. Problem is setting it all up, which is a lot of naggling and conversations (the CF ones all having to be done either through my father or over the phone, the former being difficult because he's kinda gymgoing!fail and the latter being difficult because OMGphonehate) and in the meantime, a lot of long boring stairmastering (at least the workout room in the basement of my dorm with the stair thing has a TV up close to the machine; the fitness center has TVs all the way across the room that you can't hear that are never on anything I want to watch anyway).

Not sure when I'm going places--prolly in the nowish time zone, as I've got to go work out (I've got bleakone's pass to use the gym of customer service fail atm since she went home and is a goddess like that) and don't really want to make two trips. IH all these time restrictions--gym closes at 8, which means I've got to leave by 6:15 or so, which means I wouldn't get dinner because the dining center has shitty hours on the weekend (5-7, and being used to eating dinner anywhere from 7-12 I'm physically incapable of eating at 5), so I've got to go exercise now, but there's nothing on TV. *whine*

Oh, and the roommate's boyfriend is staying the night in our room. Not that there will be sexing or anything (I highly, highly doubt it), but just AWKWARD LIEK WOAH. And bleakone's not even here for me to go camp on her floor. Does not want.