Movin' on up...to the east side (of tremblay that is)

Yesterday was spent mostly in bed...not wanting to move. The heat of the left side of tremblay was not functioning right proper and so I slept till 1 under the warm blankets. Usually in tremblay the heat is up so high you feel tropical. So we saw Prudence and Lola at the campus center and they told us they wanted to move to the crappy side of tremblay and give us their smaller but quieter room. So for five hours, with the help of Jesse and Kate, we moved into Tremblay 108. It's a nice room, the bathroom is nicer, and at night, you can only here the sound of your own breath. No more acid flashbacks from stoners, no more loud obnoxious 80's music coming from Catherine and Julie's room. If I listen closely, I bet I can here the sounds of Colin and Ali have sex, oh excuse me "intercouse." Yep, it's going to be a good semester.
Last night, since Bard is stupid and doesn't have TV for all us kids, we gathered around Porter's alarm radio and listened to the State of the Union address on NPR. There's something really romantic and magical about the radio because it really helps you use your imagination. I pictured our ape of a president shaking his finger about "being deceived by Iraq" and having all these fat white Republicans stand and cheer for war. It was kind of fun. Now if only I could start listening to the radio more, then maybe it could be the new TV. Though all I could listen to would be NPR, and that would kinda suck sometimes.
I found out that Alex's "gun totin' gal" Maggie is going to be at the West Point formal this saturday. So I finally meet the girl that likes to go down on Alex. Let me ask this question: who would actually want to do something like that? Oh I know the "infamous cadet raggio" is going to comment and tell everyone I'm "frigid" and you know what, maybe I am...but I think it's important to be tasteful in discussing sexual matters with people. My friend Sekse's away messages are always chock full of innuendo and it makes me and my best friend Sean really disturbed. You will never see an away message from me that says, "Over at Braden's and we're fucking like rabbits" and I'm not going to boast to Alex or anyone else (unless they ask) about anything sexual ever. I never wanted to know about Alex getting sucked off...12 times for that matter. Some things should be kept to yourself. Although I told everyone about Johnny...but ironically, it was the only time I felt sexually stimulated. Now the story is a bit different. I don't tell every detail...every sordid disgusting detail. I haven't even told my therapist because I'm embarassed.
That's my problem and I'm going to admit it. I have a fear of intimacy. There, I said it. So Alex, laugh away...say "I told you so" and laugh some more. That's fine, you can laugh at my problem...I don't really care.
But I'm going to get that fixed...and stop pretending like I am some sexual goddess.
I'll admit it, I don't have any credentials...I'm a phony professor.