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Today's my sister's birthday! She's turning seventeen today. SEVENTEEN. God, I can't believe it. I still think of her as a little twelve year old. She's only got one more year of high school and she's already looking at colleges. I haven't even finished my second semester of college yet. SO WEIRD.
I'm just glad that she seemed pretty happy when I talked to her, since her birthday was almost a disaster. She was supposed to get her driver's license today, but yesterday she called me up, crying, telling me how she can't get her license tomorrow because dad doesn't have the right car, something about not having an emergency break handle. And she's hysterical, talking about now she'll have to wait an indefinite amount of time before she can get another chance and now she has to go to school tomorrow and take a quiz she was supposed to miss and everyone'll be asking her if she passed, etc etc. She's been looking forward to getting her license for MONTHS and it was just the worst timing ever. I hate not being able to be there for her when things like this happen. Spring break can't come soon enough.
And now for something completely different: my roommate story of the day. For weeks now we've had this apple sitting on our windowsill with a straw sticking out of it. It just showed up one weekend after I'd been home. Apparently she wanted to try to dry out the apple, thinking it'd be cool. Well, obviously, it didn't work and instead just started rotting, so today she decided to get rid of it. We had the following conversation:
Roommate: Apples are biodegradable, right?
Me: Uh, yeah. Why?
Roommate: I want to throw our apple out the window! Hee hee hee. (This is how she laughs, I am not even joking.)
Me: Oooookay. *goes back to typing*
Roommate: Ahh, I don't know if I can do it.
Me: What? Why?
Roommate: Well, I don't think the people on the first floor would appreciate it very much.
Me: Um, I don't think they'd even notice really. It's not like you're throwing it into their room.
Roommate: I know. Also, I don't want the apple to just sit there on the ground. It feels like littering.
Me: Dude, one of the squirrels'll probably eat it within the hour. And apples fall off of trees all the time and it's not considered littering.
Roommate: Do you see any apple trees around here?
Me: *headdesk*
I swear, my roommate has her own personal brand of logic that only she understands.
I'm just glad that she seemed pretty happy when I talked to her, since her birthday was almost a disaster. She was supposed to get her driver's license today, but yesterday she called me up, crying, telling me how she can't get her license tomorrow because dad doesn't have the right car, something about not having an emergency break handle. And she's hysterical, talking about now she'll have to wait an indefinite amount of time before she can get another chance and now she has to go to school tomorrow and take a quiz she was supposed to miss and everyone'll be asking her if she passed, etc etc. She's been looking forward to getting her license for MONTHS and it was just the worst timing ever. I hate not being able to be there for her when things like this happen. Spring break can't come soon enough.
And now for something completely different: my roommate story of the day. For weeks now we've had this apple sitting on our windowsill with a straw sticking out of it. It just showed up one weekend after I'd been home. Apparently she wanted to try to dry out the apple, thinking it'd be cool. Well, obviously, it didn't work and instead just started rotting, so today she decided to get rid of it. We had the following conversation:
Roommate: Apples are biodegradable, right?
Me: Uh, yeah. Why?
Roommate: I want to throw our apple out the window! Hee hee hee. (This is how she laughs, I am not even joking.)
Me: Oooookay. *goes back to typing*
Roommate: Ahh, I don't know if I can do it.
Me: What? Why?
Roommate: Well, I don't think the people on the first floor would appreciate it very much.
Me: Um, I don't think they'd even notice really. It's not like you're throwing it into their room.
Roommate: I know. Also, I don't want the apple to just sit there on the ground. It feels like littering.
Me: Dude, one of the squirrels'll probably eat it within the hour. And apples fall off of trees all the time and it's not considered littering.
Roommate: Do you see any apple trees around here?
Me: *headdesk*
I swear, my roommate has her own personal brand of logic that only she understands.