My Current Purpose

[illusionofjoy]

Last night I had set my little analogue travel alarm clock on the other side of my room, the theory in doing so being that if I had to walk across the room to cease it's annoying little chirp, I would be less likely to go back to bed. While this theory has been disproven time and time again (probably because the chirp of that clock is not nearly as jarring as the buzzer on my clock-radio), I still place a grain of hope in it. What's life without hope, right?

I had set the alarm to go off at 8:30AM, which would leave me plenty of time to shower, grab a bagel and set off upon my tasks for the day. The alarm began chirping at it's appointed time, and I wearily rolled over, stumbled out of bed, grabbed the little clock, pushed its snooze button, reset the alarm for 9:00AM and carried it to the other side of the room, placing it on the dresser next to my bed before I resumed sleeping. I performed all these actions while half-asleep, mind you, which is quite impressive, though not very pragmatic.

The clock faithfully performed it's new assignment, chirping now at 9:00AM just as it had done a half hour earlier. I clicked it off, and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for a few moments. "I should get out of bed now," I mused, and within seconds, I found myself heading towards the bathroom.

I actually got a fair amount accomplished today, despite my desire to not go outside. Still, I ventured into the sunny 0°F air. Carrying a manila folder containing my recently updated resumé, I went to the temp agency downtown to try and aquire some spare funds before I leave Potsdam for once and for all. I was told that they didn't have much available; that I should have come in three days earlier, however they still interviewed me and said that they would look for something. I was also told that I needed to bring in a second form of identification, as my driver's license alone was not adequate.

After the temp agency, I went to one of the local banks to inquire about accounts, fund transfers, etc. This was followed by a trip to the SUNY Potsdam campus when I turned in my room key to residence life and my mailroom key. With that, any immediate ties I had with the school were severed. For the moment, my business with that school is finished and they should have no reason to call upon me in the near future.

As I was on-campus, I decided to drop by the Darkling's dorm and see if she was in. She was and we ended up walking downtown together, freezing our collective arses off in the process.

Recently, Darkling's roommate (whom I've referred to as "that vapid turbo-slut who doesn't have sense enough to just allow me to ignore her") decided that she would extend the olive branch to me. What inspired this particular action on her part is pretty much a mystery to me, though I do have my suspicions as to what her actual motives are. I had entered Darkling's room with the intention of visiting with Darkling - I never go to that room with any other purpose. As it were, the roommate happened to be there. I steeled myself to ignore her, and dole out the usual snippy comment if necessary. It was then that she began speaking.

"I just want to talk to you," she began. I stood, frozen on the spot, avoiding eye contact on the premise that she may have developed some sort of freaky hypnotic powers over the winter recess. After her introductory sentence, she launched into a lengthy apology, that I regarded as unnecessary and slightly suspect. "I'm sorry if I ever said or did anything to offend you," she began, still oblivious to the fact that we would get along the best if allowed the least acknowledgment of the other's existence. She continued, "I now realize that you are [Darkling's] friend and that I should respect that. From now on I'm going to treat her the same way I treat you." That last sentence reverberated in my head, bringing forth visions of Darkling's roommate using my hairbrush, borrowing my clothes without permission and constantly suggesting that we get matching tattoos and piercings.

Once the diatribe was finished, I stood there, slightly stunned that she had bothered to construct the paragraph and a bit disheartened that I had to wade through all that verbal muck before I could actually get to the reason I'd come to the room in the first place. She sat there, looking at me, as I still endeavored to avoid direct eye contact. She wanted some indication that I had heard her words, understood and was now prepared to move her from the barren lands of personal distaste into the fertile plains of my forgiveness and good graces. I quickly shrugged and said, "okay," turning my attention to Darkling immediately afterward.

Ever since that happened, Darkling's roommate has been acting as if she has just met me, which means that she must believe that I will eventually fall head over heels for her spell. When I stopped by the room today, Darkling and I spared little time in going elsewhere.

She and I eventually ended up at my house, where I discovered that one of the local music stores had received the CD I had special ordered the day prior. Being that I was at the house, it was still cold outside and I would have to go downtown again anyhow to present two forms of ID to the temp agency, I asked my mother if I could borrow the car. She allowed the use of her vehicle, and Darkling and I set forth upon the tundra of northern New York, this time in a heated fibreglass box.

I presented my two forms of identification to the temp agency, traded the majority of a gift certificate for a CD and dropped Darkling off on-campus. At that, my work for the day was done.

Of course, seeing as how I managed to get up early enough so that all my tasks were completed by mid-afternoon, I'm now faced with the question of what to do with the rest of my day. High Fidelity is on Comedy Central today...I think I'll see how much they butchered the film to make it fit on a network cable station.