Back to the place
*big breathe*
AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnndd... I'm back. To school, I mean. All the shit I intended to move in is moved in, and I merely work and eat and sleep and hopefully write, until the much beloved roomies arrive and school starts. (Uh, when clearly all those things will still occur, just not like, alone.) Move-in was hot. Ugh, and muggy. I think we've previous discussed my innate hatred for air that feels like it's touching you. At any rate, It was hot and I moved the last box in and tried to build my fan. Mostly, I succeeded in building said fan. I say 'mostly' because it totally works and is currently working it's cooling magic on my desk while aimed at my bed. However, it doesn't have a front grill. Ok, yeah that sounds maybe a little dangerous but the fan blades aren't metal or anything, and I know not to touch then while they're whirling. So as long as it works, I'm okay with it. Hopefully one of the roomies will procure a screwdriver and then the fan can be complete!
Went out to dinner with the parents before they left me for good. I figured, 'Yay, free meal!' and then Dave was all 'I want to go to Fridays.'
...
*big sigh* Ok, I hate TGIFridays. That is, very seriously, not real food. That is a whole menu of HOT MESS seasoned way out it's butt and served with a picture of (stupid fucking) Guy Fieri like that makes it actually edible. Which... what? Anyway, Mom says no to Bertucci's and we're not dressed for Papa Razzi and Dave vetos Uno. Fine. Fridays it is. However, the outrageous amount of complaining that that pair did over their tasteless, lukewarm food was like... hilarious. YOU WENT TO FRIDAYS. I'M SORRY, WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING, EXACTLY? I, being the only one with tragically low standards, was the only one who did not complain. Although, that said, I rarely complain about the food I'm eating while I'm eating it, possibly because my parents choose to do so ad nauseum.
Regardless, there was free food, which I ate. BUT, after the free food and the hugs goodbye, and the dropping off: THERE WAS MUCH WATCHMEN. Hopped over to Towers to join a crew who was watching the Director's Cut. Okay, yes, long, but also awesome sauce. Sauce'd with awesome. Also, if you ever get the chance to do so, watch that shit with someone who knows comic books/graphic novels. I had a lot of 'Oh, this symbolism is totally legit and awesome I wonder if it's intentional' moments while watching it in theaters, and having someone who was really familiar with the storyline and of it's creator's intent present was just sweet. Much discussion of Ozymandias! My heart!
Then left my phone there. *facepalm* It's okay though. My VP's got my back and already went and snagged it for me and is gonna bring it to meals. Problem? Working through most meals today. We'll see what we can do.
I had a dream last night where SJ and I moved furniture in the room around. Seriously, that's all the dream was about. Then some guys knocked on our door and wanted to come in and we were like 'we don't know you... so no.' And then there was like... a forth bed we used as a couch. But it was normal. Idek, you guys, my brain has a weirdness.
Gonna probs listen to music to wake me up, now.
AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnndd... I'm back. To school, I mean. All the shit I intended to move in is moved in, and I merely work and eat and sleep and hopefully write, until the much beloved roomies arrive and school starts. (Uh, when clearly all those things will still occur, just not like, alone.) Move-in was hot. Ugh, and muggy. I think we've previous discussed my innate hatred for air that feels like it's touching you. At any rate, It was hot and I moved the last box in and tried to build my fan. Mostly, I succeeded in building said fan. I say 'mostly' because it totally works and is currently working it's cooling magic on my desk while aimed at my bed. However, it doesn't have a front grill. Ok, yeah that sounds maybe a little dangerous but the fan blades aren't metal or anything, and I know not to touch then while they're whirling. So as long as it works, I'm okay with it. Hopefully one of the roomies will procure a screwdriver and then the fan can be complete!
Went out to dinner with the parents before they left me for good. I figured, 'Yay, free meal!' and then Dave was all 'I want to go to Fridays.'
...
*big sigh* Ok, I hate TGIFridays. That is, very seriously, not real food. That is a whole menu of HOT MESS seasoned way out it's butt and served with a picture of (stupid fucking) Guy Fieri like that makes it actually edible. Which... what? Anyway, Mom says no to Bertucci's and we're not dressed for Papa Razzi and Dave vetos Uno. Fine. Fridays it is. However, the outrageous amount of complaining that that pair did over their tasteless, lukewarm food was like... hilarious. YOU WENT TO FRIDAYS. I'M SORRY, WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING, EXACTLY? I, being the only one with tragically low standards, was the only one who did not complain. Although, that said, I rarely complain about the food I'm eating while I'm eating it, possibly because my parents choose to do so ad nauseum.
Regardless, there was free food, which I ate. BUT, after the free food and the hugs goodbye, and the dropping off: THERE WAS MUCH WATCHMEN. Hopped over to Towers to join a crew who was watching the Director's Cut. Okay, yes, long, but also awesome sauce. Sauce'd with awesome. Also, if you ever get the chance to do so, watch that shit with someone who knows comic books/graphic novels. I had a lot of 'Oh, this symbolism is totally legit and awesome I wonder if it's intentional' moments while watching it in theaters, and having someone who was really familiar with the storyline and of it's creator's intent present was just sweet. Much discussion of Ozymandias! My heart!
Then left my phone there. *facepalm* It's okay though. My VP's got my back and already went and snagged it for me and is gonna bring it to meals. Problem? Working through most meals today. We'll see what we can do.
I had a dream last night where SJ and I moved furniture in the room around. Seriously, that's all the dream was about. Then some guys knocked on our door and wanted to come in and we were like 'we don't know you... so no.' And then there was like... a forth bed we used as a couch. But it was normal. Idek, you guys, my brain has a weirdness.
Gonna probs listen to music to wake me up, now.