"What are these?" "Crepes ala my ass!"

I've been in such a funk lately. I hate lying in my room by myself, but it's too cold to sit outside, plus I have little purpose sitting out there because I'm not talking to anyone or smoking. One can only sit outside for so long here (I sat for 3 hours on Friday night). The group I spent all last year hanging out with has splintered and all they want to do is smoke pot and watch television. I cannot relate to them when they're in that state, so more recently, I've just been leaving. I used to stay no matter what, but it used to not happen quite so often. I just can't do it anymore. I didn't even drink this weekend, so something must be wrong (That was a joke).
Veronica and I brainstormed forming a new group, but there are not enough socially capable geeks who are disenchanted with BSSFA. In fact, I think there might only be three or four of us. Most of the time I just want to sit and talk to Veronica or Robert or Ted or Nate. I feel comfortable with them, like there is a reciprocated interest in conversation and like I'm not talking too much and like I'm home. I hate saying they "remind me of my home friends" because they are unique individuals who are all quite unlike Kevin, Sarah, Jonathan, Christi, or Caitlin, but they remind me of all the qualities you have and happiness I feel when I'm with you guys back home.
Today in film class, one of the professors said, "'Live long and prosper.' Who said that?" Instead of a chorus of answers, I only heard myself loudly say, "The Vulcans." People kind of looked at me for a second and Ben and Kate laughed. Yeah, it was funny, but it also made me realize how fucking lonely I am here. I like the school and I like the people, but I'm just not happy a lot of the time. I used to be. Maybe I need to get involved in some activities. I should have done Fair Wisconsin or something with The League of Pissed Off Voters, get back to my past-time of choice--political activism. I miss handing out stickers and ribbons, making signs and shirts, watching the news and movies about Howard Zinn, and ranting endlessly in class and to friends. I was too silent in this election. Granted, I'm registered in Tennessee and had to spend $15 to express mail my vote for Harold Ford, Jr. and against the Gay Marriage Amendment, but I still could have done some good here I bet.
I need to snap out of it, and I do sometimes. During the day I'm happy, except when I have to get up for Pablo's 8 o'clock, but after dinner my good mood ebbs as I settle down to spend useless hours on the internet or writing a shitty English paper. I have no motivation and I just want to sit in the cold until someone I can relate to materializes out of nowhere to share hilarious revelations about socialism and deep thoughts about comic book movies.
That's not going to happen anytime soon.