Sep 01, 2009 10:59
My tonsils are coming out in about two weeks. Then I'll have two weeks to recuperate. I can't wait for two weeks off, how sad is that? I'm excited about being in awful pain.
Weird.
The kids upstairs in my house are idiots. They took my wet laundry out of the washer to wash their own, leaving mine on a chair...seriously, what is this? A fucking dorm building. That only happened to me once in a year in the dorms - and that was like 450 kids using 6 washers. This is 9 people using 1 washer. You can wait twenty fucking minutes. That really bothered me.
Boris moved out. Ran away from home, quite literally. Wrote a note for us and for his parents and hopped a plane to Seattle. Weird fucking kid, but I doubt I ever forget him because of it.
Some new kid is moving in today. Stuart. I already have qualms about it for reasons unbeknownst to me.
I was up cleaning until 3:30 this morning, yet I couldn't sleep later than ten. That doesn't seem fair.