This week has been the longest/shortest week of my life. Seriously.
Every day feels like it is just creeping by, but I actually can’t believe that it’s already Thursday! I get to go home tomorrow! I’ll probably end up doing the usual; hanging out with Marlyse on Friday and Zach on Saturday. I also have three papers I need to work on, and a math test to study for Oi vey!
I only worked out twice this week, and I think it’s contributing to my melancholy demeanor. I always feel better when I work out every day, but this week has been so hectic.
Last night, or I guess I should say this morning, the fire alarm in our building went off at like, 1:15. It was seriously terrible. I am so tired, because I could NOT fall back asleep. My roommates and I exchanged some expletives and ideas about how to exact revenge on the puller of said fire alarm while we were sitting in Kellie’s car.
My elbows are really warm. It’s weird.
My roommate’s boyfriend has taken to sleeping on our couch from about seven in the morning to around two or three in the afternoon, and none of us are very happy about it. So I’m going to write it on here and be passive aggressive about it. TAKE THAT.
February 25, 2010 at 8:18 pm |
Would you like me to be less passive agressive about it? It’s one thing at night, it’s another during the day when the people that pay rent might want to sit on their own couch or not have some sleeping guy in their apartment. Come on Chantel, take care of that shit!
BTW–you had lots of readers until you started getting al sporadic about this shit!
There, I swore twice; do I fit in with you college kids? I mean, things were different way back in 2009 when I graduated…
February 25, 2010 at 8:23 pm |
loud creepy music (Air Supply?) and gaseous discharges would encourage him to find an alternative napping local, I would think.
February 25, 2010 at 11:20 pm |
Oh my heck! Janell cursed twice in one post. I’m shocked, flabbergasted even! Discombobulated, too. That’s discomBOOBulated. As in BOOBIES!
Be able to sit on your own sofa in the your own apt that you pay for when you want? Now there’s an odd concept. Being able to sit in your own home. How strange.
BTW Mikey, I don’t think Air Supply is creepy so much as drippy — but I still like ‘em. You need to play something weird to get his attention. Maybe something from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. That might do it.