Observing my roommates

I'm sitting on the couch observing my roommates. They're discussing how the Olympics make them cry. And watching Olympics commercials. And crying.

When I'm at home with my family, I forget that I'm... different. But when I'm at school, it's glaringly obvious. I'm just on a different wavelength from everyone else.

One roommate was discussing how uncomfortable she and her classmates in high school felt around a girl who was probably lesbian. And everyone was agreeing. And I was silent, because no one listens to me when I talk about anything remotely social-justice-y. So I've ended up blogging about it. I hate how so many people who believe that homosexual activity is wrong end up ostracizing and discriminating against anyone who isn't straight, and don't even realize that they're doing it.

My roommates are weird. They think I'm odd for my internet culture, but when it makes its way to their lives, they think it's amazing and hilarious. And whenever I manage to get something internet-y to them, they love it. I don't understand people.

In other news, one of the most attractive boys I've ever seen has just moved to a nearby apartment. I'm gonna give him a codename in hope that I'll actually have things to say about him on here. His codename shall be Hawking.

I ran into an old friend today! I hadn't seen him since I was fourteen. He walked me hope while we caught up on life. I'm so glad to have reconnected with him. We're both very fond of each other, but not with any romantic chemistry. Though I do wonder if perhaps he could be happy with one of my roommates...

New semester is going pretty well. Nothing very interesting to report.