Logan

Logan is killing me. The only interaction I've had with anyone all day is with the guy who lives upstairs. He has now borrowed the first five Harry Potter movies from me. He comes down, gives me which ever movie he has finished with, and asks for the next one. I give it to him, and he leaves. It started last night, and he's been here three times this afternoon. I thought about going up and watching it with them, but I didn't.
So instead, I've watched 8 episodes of Scrubs, started a blog, made fried rice... and that's it. I almost went running, but I waited too long. Now it's dark. I keep waiting for my roommates to come back, but I haven't seen anyone. Except the guy from upstairs.


Logan reminds me of this poem:

Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town." 

I really enjoy this poem. I think my time in Logan would be more enjoyable if I felt more like the bird. Or if it was a little closer to winter. One of my roommates is violently opposed to turning the air conditioning on, so we're sweating it out. 

Anyway. I'm on episode 9. 5 more weeks til school starts and Logan becomes populated again. But who's counting.