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I dislike it when someone puts an aim conversation in their away message, profile, or facebook and/or myspace page in which they deliver the "punchline" or (supposed) clever retort. It makes your friends like you just a little bit less.
In other news, I think my roommates had a party last night. They were cleaning when I returned home this afternoon and that made me really, really, really happy. It's still only clean by male standards, but it's something.
I'm currently tidying up my own little cave. It was really a complete, chaotic mess. One of the boys' friends made fun of me because it was such a disaster. He called me a "clutterbug" (I know right? Preeeetty cute) and said I was turning into Travis, whose room is an exceptional mess. I knew then and there that things had gone TOO FAR. So I'm cleaning. Everything's pretty much done except for my desk. Why do I have so much paper? Little scraps of varying levels of importance, books and books and books, cards, a zillion receipts, 3 moleskin notebooks (why? why?), documents, paycheck stubs, billz, etc forever. The only thing worthwhile on top of my desk is the Whitman Sampler that I bought for myself and there are only 2 chocolates left. This entry is so exceedingly dull.
But that won't stop me from continuing to complain about the most mundane and annoying shit ever.
I am still extremely unsure about these new sheets I bought. My mom bought me a very pretty and very expensive duvet cover and matching pillowcases. I wanted to get some light colored sheets to compliment the lighter colors featured in the set so I got some white sheets. When I brought them home I realized that the lightest color involved is ivory. So I don't know if I should keep the white sheets or take them back and get Ivory sheets. I suppose it couldn't hurt to have white sheets in my life, but I don't know if it is going to bother me if I put them on my bed. I think it might and I will worry about it every day. I don't know what to do. In fact, I'm going to call my mom and ask her what to do right now.
p.s. - I've been reading a lot lately. Everyone had been going completely crazy about Middlesex for some time so I finally read it. I didn't absolutely love it and that was really disappointing. I didn't think it was superior, but it won the Pulitzer, so I'm tempted to think the fact that I didn't love it indicates that there is something wrong with me, as opposed to the book being faulty. I just finished The God of Small things and it was incredible. Read it. At one point I was so overcome while reading that I started to cry. I had to take a break because I happened to be on the T. Now I'm reading Jakob Von Gunten which is so incredibly glib and intriguing. Superb little book.
In other news, I think my roommates had a party last night. They were cleaning when I returned home this afternoon and that made me really, really, really happy. It's still only clean by male standards, but it's something.
I'm currently tidying up my own little cave. It was really a complete, chaotic mess. One of the boys' friends made fun of me because it was such a disaster. He called me a "clutterbug" (I know right? Preeeetty cute) and said I was turning into Travis, whose room is an exceptional mess. I knew then and there that things had gone TOO FAR. So I'm cleaning. Everything's pretty much done except for my desk. Why do I have so much paper? Little scraps of varying levels of importance, books and books and books, cards, a zillion receipts, 3 moleskin notebooks (why? why?), documents, paycheck stubs, billz, etc forever. The only thing worthwhile on top of my desk is the Whitman Sampler that I bought for myself and there are only 2 chocolates left. This entry is so exceedingly dull.
But that won't stop me from continuing to complain about the most mundane and annoying shit ever.
I am still extremely unsure about these new sheets I bought. My mom bought me a very pretty and very expensive duvet cover and matching pillowcases. I wanted to get some light colored sheets to compliment the lighter colors featured in the set so I got some white sheets. When I brought them home I realized that the lightest color involved is ivory. So I don't know if I should keep the white sheets or take them back and get Ivory sheets. I suppose it couldn't hurt to have white sheets in my life, but I don't know if it is going to bother me if I put them on my bed. I think it might and I will worry about it every day. I don't know what to do. In fact, I'm going to call my mom and ask her what to do right now.
p.s. - I've been reading a lot lately. Everyone had been going completely crazy about Middlesex for some time so I finally read it. I didn't absolutely love it and that was really disappointing. I didn't think it was superior, but it won the Pulitzer, so I'm tempted to think the fact that I didn't love it indicates that there is something wrong with me, as opposed to the book being faulty. I just finished The God of Small things and it was incredible. Read it. At one point I was so overcome while reading that I started to cry. I had to take a break because I happened to be on the T. Now I'm reading Jakob Von Gunten which is so incredibly glib and intriguing. Superb little book.