weird
the bathroom frequently smells of food, and i just don't understand why. it's nowhere near the kitchen, and i can't smell the same food anywhere else in the hallway. not gonna lie, it kinda bothers me. a lot. seriously... do you want to smell dinner while you're pooping???
i'm fairly certain i'm going to have george michael's "careless whisper" stuck in my head for a while. that song tends to have that effect on me anyway, but i heard it twice tonight... first in the caf at dinner (on top of some random jazz clarinet... that was a strange mix that prompted discussion about the song), and then paul kim sang it on american idol. i was, however, highly disappointed at the lack of saxophone in the idol version.
my boobs are sore. is my period seriously going to be this early??? it's like a whole friggin week ahead of schedule. that's dumb. i have been quite emotional lately... damn pms.
my kitchen is a disaster. my god. dishes in the sink. shit on the counter. flour/powdered sugar/cocaine on the floor/couch/table/porn chair. pieces of produce on the floor. what the fuck. oh yeah, and i think someone decided that the table would make a decent cutting board. my god, have these girls been hanging out on 4th floor north or something? god dammit. i seriously am tempted to take pictures and put them in an email to the floor titled "what the fuck?"
that's probably not appropriate.
probably a bad idea as i'm reapplying for the RA job...
maybe i should get someone who is not reapplying to do it for me... teehee
i'd better get to bed. gotta get up at the ass crack of dawn and play my horn. apparently padre needs brass at 8 am. ash wednesday something-or-other. on sunday he told me that mr. hughes was supposed to talk to me about it. today mr. hughes told me that he had just heard from him today. so... yeah. i love how padre always makes up stories about who was supposed to do what. he told me it was a brass ensemble thing. he told mr. hughes that they only needed one player, and that this was apparently a student project that someone never put into motion. so i don't know what the hell i'm doing at 8 am, but if i'm going to show up, padre sure as hell better have something for me to do. and it would be nice if he could supply me with a horn part if i have to play with anyone else... i don't want to transpose at 8 in the morning.... it's just not a good idea.
he apparently also needs someone at noon and 9. i told him i could do 9 if i'm back on campus in time (army test tomorrow night!), but i have a noon class. so... he's on his own there.
done ranting about campus ministry. in case i didn't do enough of that at dinner.
bedtime.
i'm fairly certain i'm going to have george michael's "careless whisper" stuck in my head for a while. that song tends to have that effect on me anyway, but i heard it twice tonight... first in the caf at dinner (on top of some random jazz clarinet... that was a strange mix that prompted discussion about the song), and then paul kim sang it on american idol. i was, however, highly disappointed at the lack of saxophone in the idol version.
my boobs are sore. is my period seriously going to be this early??? it's like a whole friggin week ahead of schedule. that's dumb. i have been quite emotional lately... damn pms.
my kitchen is a disaster. my god. dishes in the sink. shit on the counter. flour/powdered sugar/cocaine on the floor/couch/table/porn chair. pieces of produce on the floor. what the fuck. oh yeah, and i think someone decided that the table would make a decent cutting board. my god, have these girls been hanging out on 4th floor north or something? god dammit. i seriously am tempted to take pictures and put them in an email to the floor titled "what the fuck?"
that's probably not appropriate.
probably a bad idea as i'm reapplying for the RA job...
maybe i should get someone who is not reapplying to do it for me... teehee
i'd better get to bed. gotta get up at the ass crack of dawn and play my horn. apparently padre needs brass at 8 am. ash wednesday something-or-other. on sunday he told me that mr. hughes was supposed to talk to me about it. today mr. hughes told me that he had just heard from him today. so... yeah. i love how padre always makes up stories about who was supposed to do what. he told me it was a brass ensemble thing. he told mr. hughes that they only needed one player, and that this was apparently a student project that someone never put into motion. so i don't know what the hell i'm doing at 8 am, but if i'm going to show up, padre sure as hell better have something for me to do. and it would be nice if he could supply me with a horn part if i have to play with anyone else... i don't want to transpose at 8 in the morning.... it's just not a good idea.
he apparently also needs someone at noon and 9. i told him i could do 9 if i'm back on campus in time (army test tomorrow night!), but i have a noon class. so... he's on his own there.
done ranting about campus ministry. in case i didn't do enough of that at dinner.
bedtime.