Feb 24, 2005 16:36
Edith Hamilton's version of the Pandora story didn't seem to be quite so explicit.
Today is so blah. It was snowing earlier. We watched a movie in philosophy today and when I walked outside it was just as dark there as it was in the classroom. I could really go for a nap now. Last night Bonnie and I cleaned our entire room for health inspections. Dusted, vacuumed, cleaned off the heating vent. And then Erica never came to our room! I guess when she was in here watching "Jack and Bobby," she considered it our room inspection, even though it looked like a bomb exploded in our room and we were most likely violating some health code. The other day Bonnie realized she left a half-eaten bowl of Ravioli-Os on her dresser for a few days and it was growing mold. But alas, now our room is amazingly clean and we have no one to share it with. I did my laundry today, too. Again, I ran out of socks. This time was so much better than a few weeks ago. When I went down to take my clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer, some kid had just put all my clothes on top of the washer and started using it. This would not have been so terrible if I didn't have class with this kid and that load had not included bras and underwear.
I'm so excited about this weekend. We're going down to U of I to visit Nik and see a hockey game. And there will be Pokey sticks! What more could I want in life?
Bonn: He has a straw in the Benadryl!
Me: That's what you need for your Nyquil.
Me: Why are we watching this? . . . Did Dad just leave it on this? . . . He doesn't even like college basketball. . . Who's DEP? . . . DePaul? . . . Yeah. . . Thanks, Mom. I just had an entire conversation with myself.
My mom: Just like when you were little.
"You're going to hell anyway. You might as well live it up." --Bonnie
Bonn: You do have a worse life than me.
Court: Thank you!
"I just want to know how I ended up in the garbage room." --Joe
"Courtney lives by her own rules, doesn't she?" --Brad, Bonnie's boyfriend