Is it just me or...

So, I was planning on writing this blog last night (or this morning, rather) at about midnight (no, this has nothing to do with my OCD with promptness, I was just looking out for my fellow best of friends classmates who just want to comment on the blog and head out for fall break). Unfortunately, I passed out (sleep, not drunk...who's drunk on a Tuesday night? Don't answer that) while watching The Office from the prime viewing spot of my top bunk. I don't have a TV in my room, so free full episodes of The Office, SNL, and Conan O'Brien on NBC.com is my new favorite thing, besides sandwiches, because I really love sandwiches and they are my favorite thing. I digress...there's a recurring article in TV Guide, which I usually just read for the pictures, you know, called "Is It Just Me, Or..." Being the creative person I am, I'm going to steal it. I got my Last.fm radio station set up (play similar artists: Matt Costa) and about twenty minutes before class, so here it goes.

• Is it just me or does taking a shower here make you feel a gazillion times dirtier? By "dirty", I mean like "Hey, I just took a shower in the same place that fifty other girls took a shower in, not to mention the many girls before us, and the possibility that this was once a boy's hall..." Shower shoes are of no consolation.
• Is it just me or do colds spread like STD's around here? I don't mean like you get a cold by having certain sexual acts...even though it's possible, but seriously when one person on the hall or in the class starts coughing or sniffling, that sickness will track you down and make you its hoe. I've dealt with this by compulsively washing my hands after making so much as eye contact with a person possessing the sickness.
• Is it just me or if you don't have rainboots, you're officially screwed? College life without a pair of rainboots dooms a person to a day filled with squeaky shoes and about a foot of wet denim fabric clinging to their ankles from the ever-social rain puddles.
• Is it just me or do I miss my parents more than they miss me? Not that I'd ever admit that...
• Is it just me or are home cooked meals just against my religion now? I call and hear "Oh, hey honey, I was just fixing supper..." Fixing supper? Who fixes supper anymore? I hand over a CatCard to be swiped and go at it at the salad bar. My mother goes into great details about the tender chicken and the slow-cooked macaroni and cheese being consumed at my household. I firmly believe a home cooked meal would put me in a coma for the rest of my life.
• Is it just me or do drivers go out of their way to hit pedestrians? Save for the friendly CatTrain bus drivers, I've been in the middle of the road and hear the gunning of a motor belonging to the most intimidating 95 Camry I've ever seen. My afternoon run turns into a sprint for my life. I guess it's good training.
• Is it just me or is sympathy easy to get here? By this I mean, all I have to say is "Yeah, we don't have a TV in my room" and the person I'm talking to gets a little teary-eyed and wants to give me a hug. Seriously? Is the lack of a TV draw the same pity as a close relative passing away? Like I said, NBC.com has got my back.

Is it just me or do I write a thousand times more than I talk? My bad. Go enjoy your fall break. Go spend time with your boyfriends, your friends, and your family. Not in that order. I've got a two-week-old niece waiting for me back in the 704 (that's the area code, I apologize for my slang) and a phobia of dropping small children that I'm holding, so I'll let you know how that goes. Happy fall break!