It started out good--wait, no it didn't
Okay, so I got back to my dorm at twelve forty-five last night/this morning. The front doors of my dorm building open into a shitty lounge with ugly couches and a broken TV. My friend Tim was lounging on said ugly couches and watching aforementioned broken TV when I came home. So I borrowed some sweatpants from him and we watched TV for like an hour and a half.
We ate goldfish crackers, M&M's and reclined in Tim's bean bag chairs. It was nice. Except that there was nothing on the broken TV so we ended up talking about sex. Guys are funny about sex. Or I guess I should say that they're funny when it comes to talking about sex. Tim struggled between making himself sound good (I.O.W. "bomb in bed") and making himself sound good (I.O.W. "sensitive and sweet"). I thought it was amusing because I would never think about sleeping with Tim so I didn't understand why he was so concerned with his image. Oh well.
Conan O'Brian raped Simon from American Idol. It was not that funny, I was actually shocked at how rude and blatant the jokes were. To Simon's credit, even though he's a huge asshole, he took the hits with dignity.
I went to bed at like two-thirty. I was lying in bed after having most likely woken Alea up and heard Kerry come in at like two-forty-five. She's crazy like me. We both have class at 8:30 like twenty minutes away from the dorm. So bottom line is that I didn't get any sleep last night.
Ryan came and picked me up to walk with me to class this morning since we both have 8:30 Anthro. We got breakfast and my stomach is not healthy right now so I can't eat much--I'm back on the BRAT diet--and I bought two bananas and juice. But as we were walking to class and eating at the same time I discovered that of my two bananas only about two thirds of one of them was not bruised. So that was a waste. The juice was good though.
Uh, I had chem lab today and I had to buy this really hot lab coat, only they didn't have any of the nice cloth kind so I had to buy the disposable ones that are made out of that weird like coated papery material. I look like a butcher. I also realized that I had forgotten my chem goggles at my dorm and to walk there and back before lab would have been impossible so I had to buy a new pair. Fortunately I got the improved model--they're gray sans vents, instead of green with four vents. In case you care.
I broke a crucible in chem lab. We had to heat them up over a bunsen burner and then mass the suckers. Well, since they're heated up to like a million degrees you have to handle them with tongs. My crucible slipped out of my tongs and broke into three pieces on the floor. I started laughing and my hysterics distracted my sense of logic and I bent down to pick up the pieces and burnt my hand on them because they were fucking red hot. Thank god I somehow thought this was also funny.
Nate Somers and Christine picked me up and we went to Greenlake and sat around and talked. It was mellow and that was nice.
Then I came back to my dorm and Alea was here (never fun to come home to) and I got a message from my mom telling me that my Grandpa had a stroke last night and no longer has any vision. I'm totally freaking out because I love him so much and I know that this is a sign that he's going to die soon. That's what happened with his brother. I've always thought of my Grandpa as the big immortal and invincible Swede. I keep thinking about all the amazing things he's done for me and I'm really scared to have to say goodbye.
We ate goldfish crackers, M&M's and reclined in Tim's bean bag chairs. It was nice. Except that there was nothing on the broken TV so we ended up talking about sex. Guys are funny about sex. Or I guess I should say that they're funny when it comes to talking about sex. Tim struggled between making himself sound good (I.O.W. "bomb in bed") and making himself sound good (I.O.W. "sensitive and sweet"). I thought it was amusing because I would never think about sleeping with Tim so I didn't understand why he was so concerned with his image. Oh well.
Conan O'Brian raped Simon from American Idol. It was not that funny, I was actually shocked at how rude and blatant the jokes were. To Simon's credit, even though he's a huge asshole, he took the hits with dignity.
I went to bed at like two-thirty. I was lying in bed after having most likely woken Alea up and heard Kerry come in at like two-forty-five. She's crazy like me. We both have class at 8:30 like twenty minutes away from the dorm. So bottom line is that I didn't get any sleep last night.
Ryan came and picked me up to walk with me to class this morning since we both have 8:30 Anthro. We got breakfast and my stomach is not healthy right now so I can't eat much--I'm back on the BRAT diet--and I bought two bananas and juice. But as we were walking to class and eating at the same time I discovered that of my two bananas only about two thirds of one of them was not bruised. So that was a waste. The juice was good though.
Uh, I had chem lab today and I had to buy this really hot lab coat, only they didn't have any of the nice cloth kind so I had to buy the disposable ones that are made out of that weird like coated papery material. I look like a butcher. I also realized that I had forgotten my chem goggles at my dorm and to walk there and back before lab would have been impossible so I had to buy a new pair. Fortunately I got the improved model--they're gray sans vents, instead of green with four vents. In case you care.
I broke a crucible in chem lab. We had to heat them up over a bunsen burner and then mass the suckers. Well, since they're heated up to like a million degrees you have to handle them with tongs. My crucible slipped out of my tongs and broke into three pieces on the floor. I started laughing and my hysterics distracted my sense of logic and I bent down to pick up the pieces and burnt my hand on them because they were fucking red hot. Thank god I somehow thought this was also funny.
Nate Somers and Christine picked me up and we went to Greenlake and sat around and talked. It was mellow and that was nice.
Then I came back to my dorm and Alea was here (never fun to come home to) and I got a message from my mom telling me that my Grandpa had a stroke last night and no longer has any vision. I'm totally freaking out because I love him so much and I know that this is a sign that he's going to die soon. That's what happened with his brother. I've always thought of my Grandpa as the big immortal and invincible Swede. I keep thinking about all the amazing things he's done for me and I'm really scared to have to say goodbye.