Winter Break, The Memory Bank

Well finals are over, classes done, and back home for a three week break. I got back yesterday afternoon to seeing the cat asleep on my bed, such a cute thing laying there with his face plunged into the pillow. It's these small reminders that I always have something important and cheerful to come back to, even when it seems like life just kicked my ass. Another important get away are video games, at least for me. Today, after going out with our long time family friends, the Halls, to get xmas trees, I just sat in my room playing Banjo-Kazooie on the N64. Such fond memories of that game. A friend and I used to play it together when we were younger. Always talking about how far we got, which levels we thought were just pains etc. Nostalgia, gotta love it. Thinking back to when times were simpler, and life was less complicated. And what better time to do that than xmas time. Seriously, that's what I love about it the most. Not the gifts or food, but the memories it brings back of family, family lost and gone to the river of time. I realize now in my older age that I have to cherish these times now because they wont be around for much longer. More back story to it, but don't want to go into that.

Going to a different topic now, college life, and getting back home. I come from a well off family, so I have accumulated a decent amount of stuff. Going to college, it's hard to decide what stuff goes, and what stuff stays behind. I have since learned that I took too much stuff, so now I have to cut it down to a smaller version of my stuff. If this sounds familiar, wither you went through this experience before, or you have heard George Carlin's skit, A Place for My Stuff. Now that I have brought stuff back, I know that I will be taking little of it back with me. Dont need so many clothes, or games, or towels, among other things. Before all that though, I need to clean my room...Also doing something with family tomorrow, but i can't remember what right now. Further I forgot to do my fun fact friday, but I will try to remember to do that when I wake up in the morning.
(Sneak Peak: Genomic Fault Zones, now when creationsists say you use faulty logic, you really can and still show them their ignorance of science)

Another fun college experience I need to think about... getting an apartment next year, yaaaayy. Well I already have ideas for roommates, but have yet to tell them about it. Need to think about where also, clearly in Davis but where. These are the updates and ramblings in my life for today.

I Want to Meet People, I Really Do

Having just gotten back from lunch with some friends I noticed the seating arrangement compared to social interaction ratio and have concluded that a good group size is about 6 people. The seventh person just isn't within the group enough to be able to be a part of the conversation so just seems like a spare tire on a big rig. Even if someone does leave they still sit awkwardly on the side not really being a part of anything because they can't hear what's going on. An 8th person helps a bit, but at that point it's still worse than even two people eating together. One side of the table will be trying to pay attention to the conversation, but can't hear it very well. If a conversation gets striked up between the two on the lonely side, it doesn't last very long because they're still trying to pay attention to the main discussion between the center 6 people. So bring in a 9th and the equation settles itself out because three on one side will just start up their own thing because the one on the very outside can't hear squat.

While I'm on this topic, those of you who are going to college I have a suggestion, get one of the larger buildings. I'm in one of the small buildings, and people just aren't social at all here (it doesn't help that Drew just closes the door every time he's in). I know more people in even one of larger buildings than I know in my own building. In those buildings the floors have more people than my building even does. In that kind of environment floormates all know each other and do everything together. But in my pathetic little slice of the population people have their doors closed making you feel unwanted in the desolate hallway. In those larger buildings it's the exact opposite, all the doors are open, people just come and go as they please, just so much more friendly than in my gloomy den.