I love your velvet hat
Saturday at long last. I'm pissed because I kind of noticed a vague soreness in my throat. It's not as bad now, but who knows if I'm getting sick or not. It's not like I pass a bong around with like eight different people a day.
It's a three day weekend which only sweetens the deal. I'm starting to wonder if my roommate has any friends at all here. Sure he goes out on the weekends, but during the daylight hours he does nothing but trudge back and forth between his bed and his desk to check IMs and laugh and talk to himself occasionally. I mean, I'm not like exploring the Earth or sipping tea at the Algonquin roundtable...but I leave the room for sizeable chunks of time. I might find myself down the hall with Franz, Alex, Max, Luca, and Joe in one combination or another. Sometimes I go to the library just to get out and do my work in a different environment. There is one thing that remains a constant, though. When I come back to my room, I'll find my roommate tangled in his covers, half-asleep, with the TV cranked all the way up even though it's on Telemundo or something. Oh, man. Maybe he picked up on my thoughts as I was writing this...he just ventured beyond the threshold of our room. Wearing shorts. (It's cold)
It's a three day weekend which only sweetens the deal. I'm starting to wonder if my roommate has any friends at all here. Sure he goes out on the weekends, but during the daylight hours he does nothing but trudge back and forth between his bed and his desk to check IMs and laugh and talk to himself occasionally. I mean, I'm not like exploring the Earth or sipping tea at the Algonquin roundtable...but I leave the room for sizeable chunks of time. I might find myself down the hall with Franz, Alex, Max, Luca, and Joe in one combination or another. Sometimes I go to the library just to get out and do my work in a different environment. There is one thing that remains a constant, though. When I come back to my room, I'll find my roommate tangled in his covers, half-asleep, with the TV cranked all the way up even though it's on Telemundo or something. Oh, man. Maybe he picked up on my thoughts as I was writing this...he just ventured beyond the threshold of our room. Wearing shorts. (It's cold)