so today i sit down to write a paper. my roommates knew i had this paper to write and had previsously encouraged me to get down to writing it. i announce, "okay, i'm going to start writing my paper now," and i start doing just that. mere moments later i am interrupted when Chelsea proclaims "I FEEL LIKE BEING LOUD!!!" and starts screaming incoherently and louder than any noise ordinance laws would allow. it was terrible. thankfully this only lasted about 20 minutes, because she had to go to class.
THEN i went to finagle a bagel to get some dinner. i placed my order and recieved my number, which was 13. i get the same thing every time so i know what it looks like when they make it. they had just wrapped my sandwich and said "number 13" and i went to go get it, and another woman has also gone to the counter to attempt to claim the food. i said "i think this is mine" and finagle a bagel man was like "what number do you have?" and the dirty wench said "i have number 14, but this looks like my food." what? WHAT? no. this looks like MY food, you obviously deranged woman. now this nowhere compares to the
soup disaster of '04 or even the
cheeseburger incident of early '05 but still, it was pretty traumatic as far as food-incidents go.
in other news, me and Cedric Robert Pattinson are probably gonna do it.