Death to obnoxious, ugly girls in trucker hats.
black wasabi pea, you confuse me.
I'm not sure if it was the 2 lbs of wasabi peas I ate, or the cayenne pepper from the pasta, but my knuckles were inflamed and searing a day ago. Eat enough of those peas fast enough and you get the equivalent of an ice cream headache.
So as I swing off the bus yesterday I slash open my pinky, but don't really notice. Once in class I reach for my bag and end up smearing blood all over my shirt. I end up bleeding on my notes for the rest of the class.
WinCo cheese sauce mix has let me down. So very lacking.
How do you tell someone you're not interested in them like that when they haven't even brought up the matter but insist on holding your hand? Oh bother.
I, and everyone else on the bus, overhead a girl at the front of the bus yelling to a girl near the back of the bus about a spodie party tonight. Drinking? In Pullman?!? These clever kids...
Went to Dalene's going away party last night. I think Rico's is the only bar I can stand here. Not full of douchebags and sluts. Oh, and my social skills blow. Hard.
My room. Chaos. I just look at it and think, "AHH!@#" Cleaning doesn't seem to help... it's something else. The layout or something.
For anyone that has had random roommates before, it looks like we've reached the toilet paper war phase. That is, the point when nobody wants to be the person to buy the next batch of toilet paper and people start using anything else at their disposal or hiding rolls in their room. This isn't the first time I've had this issue with roommates. It's great fun.
Enough rambling. There is work to be done...