Is it hot in here or is it just me?

It's hard to find alone time here, and when i do, i tend to feel like it's being wasted. 976 lost games of mindsweeper doesn't exactly give me the peace of mind that i'd have hoped for, contrary to popular belief. Even if i do choose to exit my riveting game of MS (i'm clearly too comfortable with minesweeper when i start acronyming it), i somehow end up on facebook, which is the internet equivalent of a giant fucking party. I think the issue is that i like playing host a little too much. If we're gonna get analytical then i think it's best that i delve into my childhood, a time when i vehemently was against playing house with the rest of the class, mostly because for some reason i was always voted mom. What in the world qualified me as the most matriarchal of all my fellow jewish female friends is beyond me. I figure that now i'm just compensating. This may also be the source of my anti-children attitude. Thanks PJA, you severely fucked me over as far as conventional housewives go.
I think Thoreau had it right when he wrote Walden, aside from the fact that he's a loony. It should also be noted that when i typed the word loony, an instant picture of Thoreau chasing after Roadrunner and getting hit by an unexplainable amount of TNT popped into my head. Where can one actually find time to reflect when we're surrounded by distractions like making other people E-Z mac and blowing yourself up via old school computer games? All of these factors have also made it pretty hard to be one on one with people, since i can't even stand to be one on one with myself. This also explains my severe hatred for phones, and most things that mimic a phone. Sorry liat. You seem to be on the losing end of this distaste, but i swear i want to talk to you :). I mean, i love spending time with people, but sometimes when it's just me and someone else i get this prodding anxious feeling. It may be because when i'm in a group, there's little to no opportunity for the room to totally clear out so i can get my time for myself, but when i'm just one person away from my mini-finish line, my unconscious goes psycho and does all it can to clear that person out. The truth is i tots miss my old life, despite how much i love it here. I can't find the same comfort, which is to be expected since it took 4 years to find my place at home. I just miss the unconditional acceptance and complete understanding that my friends seemed to be naturally equipped with. Plus to add more to my mental stack of work, i have to choose my clases for next semester, and, let me tell you, i have far too many options. Among these are an american culture class called "beatniks, hippies, and punks", an astronomy class explaining the big bang, an art history class which is perfect for my neglected art background and lack of interest in art altogether, a creative writing course, spanish readings, psychology of language, and to top it off a "frauds and fantastic claims" archeology seminar. You know, strictly the necessary basics for a girls college experience. This weekend need to all sorts of low key for me to organize my distraught state-of-mind. Alls i can say is thank goodness for thanksgiving.