(no subject)
My roommate invited me to go to the Yankees game she won tickets to in a raffle. It's a very cute gesture, but it's going to kill our other roommate who is actually a Yankees fan, haha. Too bad the two of them hate each other...
What the hell is up with livejournal? The text box keeps getting bigger every time it autosaves now. What a pain in the ass.
There's chocolate in my bed somehow... Okay basically I've become addicted to Snickers. Like it's a real problem. I'm not even hungry and I'll want one and then another and before you know it I've eaten seven Snickers in one night. I think there's crack in those things. Just like them Krispy Kremes.
Oy vey, I can't wait to go home and have a room that is not thought to be the domain of a hundred people. It's not just my two roommates who live here now; the two next door come in here before they even think of going into their room, our friend down the hall takes naps in here because he hates his roommate, people use our things as if they're their own so they just come in and out to get them (since they're their own things anyways.) Yesterday like four people just started eating my chips and I just watched them for a second and wondered who they were because I definitely didn't know their names. That is what my room has come to...
What the hell is up with livejournal? The text box keeps getting bigger every time it autosaves now. What a pain in the ass.
There's chocolate in my bed somehow... Okay basically I've become addicted to Snickers. Like it's a real problem. I'm not even hungry and I'll want one and then another and before you know it I've eaten seven Snickers in one night. I think there's crack in those things. Just like them Krispy Kremes.
Oy vey, I can't wait to go home and have a room that is not thought to be the domain of a hundred people. It's not just my two roommates who live here now; the two next door come in here before they even think of going into their room, our friend down the hall takes naps in here because he hates his roommate, people use our things as if they're their own so they just come in and out to get them (since they're their own things anyways.) Yesterday like four people just started eating my chips and I just watched them for a second and wondered who they were because I definitely didn't know their names. That is what my room has come to...