potential blue room morning...
so here i am at 2am on a thursday morning, with mountain dew code red and wild stallion energy drink coursing through my veins. it's the post dumpster diving caffeine high. this is one of those kinds of night where i really do think i'll watch my room turn blue as the sun comes up because i'm still awake playing video games, doing laundry, or just being a plain 'ol night owl.
now for an actual update kinda thing.
sarah went with me to clearwater the other weekend. we had a ball. we walked around st. pete pier, and then toured the town a little. sarah got to meet my parents and my 6 dogs, and a few other close clearwater friends of mine, like my infamous high school pole vaulting coach. we all went out for dinner to the sponge docks, and ate greek food until we had tsadziki sauce (pronounced sad-zee-kee) dripping off of our chins from the gyro sandwiches.
@ some point in the past 10 days, i got to witness part of pegasus pointe apartments catch on fire and send flames 40 feet into the air. that was interesting to watch from sarah's balcony, in my pajamas.
sarah mock came to visit with her boyfriend mike to grace orlando with their presence this past weekend, everyone had a good time playing video games, goofing around, and eating good food.
not much else has been going on that i can think of @ the moment. i'm chasing afer a few job leads. sarah and i are supposed to go ice skating this afternoon, provided she feels better. she's been sick lately, the poor girl. i don't have class today in honor of veteran's day. this friday night is the UCF gaming club's LAN party, from 7p until 5a saturday morning. friday eve is when sarah's mom is coming into town to visit for a weekend. i'm a little nervous, but i think things will be just fine. NEXT weekend i have an orthodontist appointment @ 10am saturday morning. sarah said she'd go with me to clearwater, that should be fun. i replaced the spark plugs in my car, and did some other 'automotive house cleaning' things, maxine (my car) is running nicely again :-).
most people close on happy notes, so just to be different, i'm gonna close on an unhappy one. i fucking hate living with freshmen for roomates. sloppy, messy, never-clean-up-after-themselves, inconsiderate, and an all around pains in the ass to live with. hypocritical as HELL, too. why, oh why God, do you mock me? when will i actually feel like i belong where i live instead of feeling like an alien in my own bedroom? i hate this. i pay money to live here, and feel like THIS. those bastards should be paying ME instead. i feel more --at home/relaxed/welcomed/like i belong-- at my friend's apartments. someone tell me what's wrong with this picture. why the FUCK did some jackass have to flash his money around and take my slot @ ryan and travis' place? i swear it's like God Himself won't let me ever feel like i'm at home. why should He? i haven't lived anywhere longer than 2-3 years anyways. i'm seriously doomed to be a gypsy forever. when will i have the privelege of coming home to my apt and not wonder what the hell exploded in the kitchen, why is the floor sticky, and what the FUCK is that awful smell?...and why the fuck is my front door never locked? not to mention the back door? sure, steal all my shit downstairs. my jackass roomates have nothing to lose, all that shit down there is mine. the TV, the couch, ALL the dishes, cooking utensils, pots & pans, silverware, cutlery, dining table & chairs, table lamp, end table, and let's not forget my beloved $300 cro-moly steel frame mountain bike (with aluminum wheels) that my parents so lovingly bought for me when i was a sophmore in HS. now i know why i spend lots of time @ sarah's place. i can actually relax there. something's gotta change soon, i'm going to have an episode in my own apartment. the rate things are going, i'm gonna start dumpsterdiving @ liposuction clinics to get the fat so i can make soap when i can't sleep, work nights as a projectionist, part time as a waiter @ a ritzy hotel, and start 'underground boxing rings' to keep myself sane, or at least numb me enough so my shitty apt. experience doesn't seem so bad...
now for an actual update kinda thing.
sarah went with me to clearwater the other weekend. we had a ball. we walked around st. pete pier, and then toured the town a little. sarah got to meet my parents and my 6 dogs, and a few other close clearwater friends of mine, like my infamous high school pole vaulting coach. we all went out for dinner to the sponge docks, and ate greek food until we had tsadziki sauce (pronounced sad-zee-kee) dripping off of our chins from the gyro sandwiches.
@ some point in the past 10 days, i got to witness part of pegasus pointe apartments catch on fire and send flames 40 feet into the air. that was interesting to watch from sarah's balcony, in my pajamas.
sarah mock came to visit with her boyfriend mike to grace orlando with their presence this past weekend, everyone had a good time playing video games, goofing around, and eating good food.
not much else has been going on that i can think of @ the moment. i'm chasing afer a few job leads. sarah and i are supposed to go ice skating this afternoon, provided she feels better. she's been sick lately, the poor girl. i don't have class today in honor of veteran's day. this friday night is the UCF gaming club's LAN party, from 7p until 5a saturday morning. friday eve is when sarah's mom is coming into town to visit for a weekend. i'm a little nervous, but i think things will be just fine. NEXT weekend i have an orthodontist appointment @ 10am saturday morning. sarah said she'd go with me to clearwater, that should be fun. i replaced the spark plugs in my car, and did some other 'automotive house cleaning' things, maxine (my car) is running nicely again :-).
most people close on happy notes, so just to be different, i'm gonna close on an unhappy one. i fucking hate living with freshmen for roomates. sloppy, messy, never-clean-up-after-themselves, inconsiderate, and an all around pains in the ass to live with. hypocritical as HELL, too. why, oh why God, do you mock me? when will i actually feel like i belong where i live instead of feeling like an alien in my own bedroom? i hate this. i pay money to live here, and feel like THIS. those bastards should be paying ME instead. i feel more --at home/relaxed/welcomed/like i belong-- at my friend's apartments. someone tell me what's wrong with this picture. why the FUCK did some jackass have to flash his money around and take my slot @ ryan and travis' place? i swear it's like God Himself won't let me ever feel like i'm at home. why should He? i haven't lived anywhere longer than 2-3 years anyways. i'm seriously doomed to be a gypsy forever. when will i have the privelege of coming home to my apt and not wonder what the hell exploded in the kitchen, why is the floor sticky, and what the FUCK is that awful smell?...and why the fuck is my front door never locked? not to mention the back door? sure, steal all my shit downstairs. my jackass roomates have nothing to lose, all that shit down there is mine. the TV, the couch, ALL the dishes, cooking utensils, pots & pans, silverware, cutlery, dining table & chairs, table lamp, end table, and let's not forget my beloved $300 cro-moly steel frame mountain bike (with aluminum wheels) that my parents so lovingly bought for me when i was a sophmore in HS. now i know why i spend lots of time @ sarah's place. i can actually relax there. something's gotta change soon, i'm going to have an episode in my own apartment. the rate things are going, i'm gonna start dumpsterdiving @ liposuction clinics to get the fat so i can make soap when i can't sleep, work nights as a projectionist, part time as a waiter @ a ritzy hotel, and start 'underground boxing rings' to keep myself sane, or at least numb me enough so my shitty apt. experience doesn't seem so bad...