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I don't know why I get so mad at people when they are incapable of sleeping quietly but I totally fucking do. Right now I'm at Sal and Ian's, "sleeping over." I put it in quotes because I have yet to actually sleep here...it's mostly just listening to Ian snore because I can't go sleep on the couch. Ian's got this kid staying with them until 9:30 this morning which means I have to wait until then to get any actual sleep. Quite a pain in the ass. My alternatives were to lay in bed with Ian and Claire in hopes of actually getting some sleep (unlikely, seeing as Ian is currently alternating between snoring like a chainsaw and doing this breathing thing where his nose squeaks every time he exhales) or to get up and hope to maybe accomplish some homework. For whatever reason their internet network wants to lock me out of my Marquette wireless connection so I can't go on JStor, meaning that the answer to the question of "which do I do?" is a resounding "none of the above."
On a sidenote, I'm coming home in...twenty seven days. God that's weird. I spent all of last year freaking out about coming here and now I'm leaving in less than a month. That's more than a little strange, to me at least. I'm looking forward to seeing my family and friends, though; some big changes have gone down while I've been away and I want to come home and finally confront them.
God their apartment is freezing right now. Ian's got this loft bed and it was sweltering up there but now I'm cold all over again.
Today was actually pretty good. I spent most of it hanging out with Claire and I got my screenplay done for Creative Writing on Wednesday; I'm actually really proud of it. We watched America's Next Top Model and had some quality girl talk and I've gotta say, I really miss hanging out with girls. I mean, I live in an apartment with all girls but I spend most of my time here with Ian and Sal. They're both awesome but still, it's not quite the same.
Ian, Claire and I stayed up until about three thirty in the morning telling children's stories. I revised the one I tell my sister about the disappearing town so that all three of us were in it and Ian told one where Claire and I were bunnies and there was a thunderstorm and Biggie Bunny got scared. I never really had anyone tell me stories as a child and I really should be embarassed that I'm twenty years old and listening to bedtime stories but there was something immensely gratifying about the whole experience. I wanted to see how my life would be if I weren't in control of the situation.
Anyway, I think I'm going to sit in the bathroom and try to get some work done...oh, Marcuse. How you torment me.
♥ mj.
On a sidenote, I'm coming home in...twenty seven days. God that's weird. I spent all of last year freaking out about coming here and now I'm leaving in less than a month. That's more than a little strange, to me at least. I'm looking forward to seeing my family and friends, though; some big changes have gone down while I've been away and I want to come home and finally confront them.
God their apartment is freezing right now. Ian's got this loft bed and it was sweltering up there but now I'm cold all over again.
Today was actually pretty good. I spent most of it hanging out with Claire and I got my screenplay done for Creative Writing on Wednesday; I'm actually really proud of it. We watched America's Next Top Model and had some quality girl talk and I've gotta say, I really miss hanging out with girls. I mean, I live in an apartment with all girls but I spend most of my time here with Ian and Sal. They're both awesome but still, it's not quite the same.
Ian, Claire and I stayed up until about three thirty in the morning telling children's stories. I revised the one I tell my sister about the disappearing town so that all three of us were in it and Ian told one where Claire and I were bunnies and there was a thunderstorm and Biggie Bunny got scared. I never really had anyone tell me stories as a child and I really should be embarassed that I'm twenty years old and listening to bedtime stories but there was something immensely gratifying about the whole experience. I wanted to see how my life would be if I weren't in control of the situation.
Anyway, I think I'm going to sit in the bathroom and try to get some work done...oh, Marcuse. How you torment me.
♥ mj.