Previously on Heroes

I think i'm starting to despise my key card. In fact, this may be the truest emotion i have felt here yet, and i don't mean to downplay the rest of my feelings thus far. I have in fact felt famished, stuffed, pissed off, happy, and lonely since i've arived, but this animosity blows the rest out of the water. Every time my card happens to be forgotten in my room or elsewhere, i notice that it isn't MY absent mindedness that left my card somewhere, but some hurtful alterior motive of the electrical strip. Now that i have finally trained myself to carry it with me, i am overcome with a surge of energy, and feel that the card is physically being repelled from my body, but bound in the protective container that is my pocket. I see very little use for the device. One might suggest it could serve as a way to get into the building, but i have noticed that if you look pathetic enough, which isn't a challenge for me as a freshman, someone will open the door. And then there's the "but what about bathrooms" argument, which can be easily shot down with the use of the unisex facilities that can be found in every hall on every floor.
I've noticed that anytime i need to go back to my dorm room, i am consistently overcome with the need to use the restroom. It may have to do with gravity as i walk up my one flight of steps, or maybe a psychological unconcious hope that i'll run into someone i know in the hall, but either way, nature is nature and a girl's gotta go. Today the urge presented itself once again, and as i waddled in the direction of the toilet, that pesky little card made it's bold i-hate-you statement once again. Enough was enough, and i worked my way towards the handle of the unisex enterance. But wait. What's the etiquette for dropping a deuce? Should i spare the other 50% of the population my possible smell and just inflict the women of Prescott 2nd? Or could i sneek in and out unnoticed, and blame it one an evil male? Before my decision could be made by key card had somehow lifted my hand and i had turned the nob without knowing. I was in, and there was no turning back. Luckily, i had not been the first to encounter this problem, which i realized as soon as the door swung open and i was thrown back by a waft of a stench from before. This is not a unisex bathroom, as the sign would lead you to believe, but a place made for a poo.
Today, something inside of me flipped. Yesterday i didn't yet feel that i was at home. Last night i slept horribly, and this morning i had anticipated a wave of cynicism and excessive eating. In fact, that's what may have made me more settled. I spent a solid portion of today in my bed watching Heroes and glaring at the people outside from my second story window. Eventually i forced myself to get out, and saw what it was like to be those fancy-pantsed i-go-outside types. After some free food and company, i came back to the courtyard and read what could have easily been my diary published by a 32 year old gay man. He, and i, unwaveringly decided that living is highlighted by the unwanted moments in time. The best thing to do is to take them in, and write about them.