Don't Know How To Work This Thing
For the past, uhhh, unspecified amount of time (that sounds good, let's go with that), I've been sitting in the TV room with a variety of three girls ranging the gambit of those in Playground. Minus the born-again Christian religious fanatics, however. We just talked about them and how ironic it is that they're rooming with the most nonreligious ones possible. Because that's what we do, we're girls. We talk about other girls (or guys, or ferrets for god's sake) who annoy us so that we don't go get into a cat fight. It makes sense. Most girls will understand this path of logic I have come up with. Bitching about the lack of taste our guy friends have in chicks is also highly entertaining. Seriously... a seventeen-year-old girl from Illinois you have never met who appears to be a blonde bimbo? No... just no, we don't do that. No. Bad boy, and not a good kind of bad boy.
Anyhow, we are currently watching the Fresh Prince of Bel-air, which still kicks ass. We would be Mandy, Jenn, and myself. We have just decided that we are going to go to breakfast when the MP opens in an hour. Then back to bed (for me) followed by a rigorous routine of studying. Really can't wait until my roommate leaves, though, because then I will be able to clean my room. It's been making me twitch lately. But cleaning my own side isn't working so well, because the other side still looks exactly the fucking same and I can't do anything to make it better! This does not sit all that well with me. It's flashbacks to cleaning the entire house - it was never half-assed. That entire fucking house was sparkling by the time mom got home. But with the leaves on the walls and the dirt kicked under her bed after being caked up on her combat boots? Yeah, I can't get to that because it's on her side, not my side, and I do not go on her side except for opening the shades or window. Not cool, not cool at all, and I have no idea why I'm ranting on that now. Maybe it's because it's a quarter to six in the morning and I'm sleep deprived. That's probably it. Yes, that's it.
Look at that! Only forty-five minutes until breakfast time ^-^ Followed by bed. A nice, quiet, dark, empty room. Warm too, under the blankets. But cold outside of the blankets or I'll wake up sweating like the past three mornings. Insomnia... insomnia is the devil. If, you know, I even believed in the devil. As is, I think it's some form of evil belonging to a larger form that has not yet been discovered/given a name/whatever.
But whatever it comes from; snowplows come from there too. Because they are determined to make the roads all pretty and clear so that we have school. -_-; A plague on them! Just don't die or anything, because then I'll feel bad.
Me: Goddamn snowplows!
Jenn: Can't we just... throw somebody in front so they get in trouble?
Me: You volunteering?
Jenn: I'll do it, I'll throw myself in front of them.
Me: You'll do it for...?
Mandy: For the students!
Jenn: Yeah!
Me: for the students! For the SNOWDAY!
Jenn: YESS!!!!!
Mandy: I just pictured you out there in the middle of the sidewalk, screaming 'for the students!!'
Anyhow, we are currently watching the Fresh Prince of Bel-air, which still kicks ass. We would be Mandy, Jenn, and myself. We have just decided that we are going to go to breakfast when the MP opens in an hour. Then back to bed (for me) followed by a rigorous routine of studying. Really can't wait until my roommate leaves, though, because then I will be able to clean my room. It's been making me twitch lately. But cleaning my own side isn't working so well, because the other side still looks exactly the fucking same and I can't do anything to make it better! This does not sit all that well with me. It's flashbacks to cleaning the entire house - it was never half-assed. That entire fucking house was sparkling by the time mom got home. But with the leaves on the walls and the dirt kicked under her bed after being caked up on her combat boots? Yeah, I can't get to that because it's on her side, not my side, and I do not go on her side except for opening the shades or window. Not cool, not cool at all, and I have no idea why I'm ranting on that now. Maybe it's because it's a quarter to six in the morning and I'm sleep deprived. That's probably it. Yes, that's it.
Look at that! Only forty-five minutes until breakfast time ^-^ Followed by bed. A nice, quiet, dark, empty room. Warm too, under the blankets. But cold outside of the blankets or I'll wake up sweating like the past three mornings. Insomnia... insomnia is the devil. If, you know, I even believed in the devil. As is, I think it's some form of evil belonging to a larger form that has not yet been discovered/given a name/whatever.
But whatever it comes from; snowplows come from there too. Because they are determined to make the roads all pretty and clear so that we have school. -_-; A plague on them! Just don't die or anything, because then I'll feel bad.
Me: Goddamn snowplows!
Jenn: Can't we just... throw somebody in front so they get in trouble?
Me: You volunteering?
Jenn: I'll do it, I'll throw myself in front of them.
Me: You'll do it for...?
Mandy: For the students!
Jenn: Yeah!
Me: for the students! For the SNOWDAY!
Jenn: YESS!!!!!
Mandy: I just pictured you out there in the middle of the sidewalk, screaming 'for the students!!'