So I went out and bought a big sheet of red paper, the most economical way to cut out 13 paper hearts for the various folk in my building. As of the 14th I’ll either be adored or shunned. I’m hoping for immaturity- most people I know are delighted toget noticed, even trivially. The only thing I worry is that people will take it the wrong way.
That and my neighbour, who I share a bedroom wall with, is probably borderline homocidal from the loud sex noises. Correction- loud pleading for mercy, hitting -and- sex noises. There’s really no way to flog someone quietly, and I’ll happily listen to her play guitar round the clock is she forgives us for having kinky sex less than a foot away from her bed.
To facilitate better studying, I gave up web surfing. So far it hasn’t been so difficult, though I find I have more ways to goof off than just mindless clicking. On the other hand I’d rather watch episodes of “Sassy Girl” or write bad fantasy fiction, so it suits me even if I’m not the perfect angel one might hope.
Speaking of Sassy Girl, I’ve noticed that it tends to be an excellent motivator where noting else works. The sort of literature that espouses the power of human potential makes me feel bathed in glurge, and I’m naturally repelled by the genre of productivity porn, where if you just order your contact list the right way, somehow the magic zen wealth gnomes will give you the ability to achieve more than you ever imagined. But give me a happy over achiever story in fiction or some housekeeping books and I’m happily embroiled in my studies right away.