But the fire is so delightful,

There are a lot of details I haven't covered, for example, food. And then there are a lot of major items I haven't covered, like my debates with Joël and Alex.

I'll start with food. It's an easy topic. I mostly eat cafeteria food, but that gets boring. I mix it up with Pizza from the local pizza place, pi*r^2. If I'm lucky, I'll find an excuse to go into Vancouver for a meal, like the chocolate. Mostly thought, I eat food from my own stash in residence. I bought a rice cooker, have a constant supply of chopsticks from the cafeteria, and bags of rice from the local grocery store cost twelve dollars for eight kilograms (a 30 gram bag of chips costs a dollar, one kilogram is one thousand grams). I also have nachos with cheese, (a grater, ) and salsa.
I spend most of my time sitting in the lounge, which is also the closest thing we have to a kitchen. We've added several chairs to it from other floors, filled the fridge, and burned many bags of popcorn in our broken microwave. The engineers of our floor often use it for group sessions, and Alex have many of our debates in here. It's also where many a drunk party have happened, and where I often clean them up. I don't mind, having worked at a bar, it's not bother to me and I enjoy cleaning.

As to the debates, anything less than a whole entry wouldn't do it justice. So I'll leave those alone for now. I am working on typing them up formally either way, so I hope to have something to post soon.

I also spend some time on third floor (I live on fifth). There're some cool guys and some hot girls. One in particular has caught my attention. I remember meeting her after a night of failing to find a party. Ever since, we've been friends. Mostly, we watch movies together, chick flicks, classics, and winter themed movies. She knows that I'm attracted to her, but... I don't know. Maybe I've made a fool of myself in front of her too many times, maybe (definitely) I've been way too obvious while never actually having the courage to ask her out. She's funny, nice, attractive, and I just like being around her.

I don't think I love her, I don't even have a meaning for the word love (well, I do: undefined*, but that doesn't help). It's more than attraction, which is simply seeing someone as being beautiful. The word I use is affection**, although my meaning for the term may be different from what you'll find in a dictionary. It's the same feeling I had for a girl in pink shoes from a few years back, though I purposely let that transform into friendship. This... I don't know. I want to ask her out, but...

Part of the problem is that I value her too much as a friend to risk it. Another factor is that I keep hear about the boys she goes out with. I hear so many girls talking about how much of a jerk their recent ex-boyfriends are (actually they just say that all guys are jerks, or assholes). This doesn't make me feel very good about my gender, actually it makes me feel like crap. I think about it and wonder how I would compare, how much of a jerk would I be. I would like to think that I'd be good to her, that we could get over any issues that come up, and that if it were necessary, I could break it off without breaking her heart (of course that's assuming I would get close enough, but even causing turmoil from a break up is undesirable to me).

Anyways, you're probably tired of reading about girls from me, so I'll stop myself there. It's three-forty-five, and I use a twenty-four hour clock. Good morning, I'm going to sleep.

*Undefined means having no definition, but it also means limitless. In mathematics, it's often used to represent infinities caused by dividing by zero.

**My use of affection is the state of having someone's emotion and mood directly affecting one's own, a feeling of strong empathy. Which usually drives me to try to make such a person happy, if I can.