I spent most of today in AcBu and just got back to the apartment a little bit ago. My roommate was nice, but I really have no energy to deal with her happy, peppy, little life. She was talking to her boyfriend on the phone when I came in so I told her to go back and talk with him and I would show her what I bought later on.

My brother drove down and we saw Suicide Squad then bought a few things for the apartment. When he left I went straight to the computer lab and stayed there for the remaining few hours.

While I was sitting here I had the door cracked and my roomie peeked in to say goodnight. Mind you, when rearranging my furniture, I moved the tallest dresser in the far corner so I could sit on {{kind of like a perch I guess}}. I have no idea why it makes me feel so comfortable, but it does. Anyways, she saw me sitting on the dresser and asked if I was okay. I assured her I was fine and told her to go talk to her guy. She asked one more time before going into her room and shutting the door. A few minutes later I heard her BF ask, “so she’s just sitting on the dresser?” Of course this peeked my interest, so I hopped down and got close to the door so I could hear her. I missed most of it, but heard him say {{since he was on FaceTime}} something along the lines of, “Does she wear bracelets a lot?…that makes sense.” I could not make out what she said, but apparently whatever she told him ‘made sense’.

Great. Now she probably thinks I am some eno freak slicing up my wrists with rocks. I am not even sure if I want to see her right now. I do not want to have to explain myself to her anymore.

I just find it funny though. Out of all the weird things she has seen me do, she questions why I am sitting on a dresser in the corner of my room? Clearly she has not paid attention to my actions at all.