Hmm.
A little bit since I've updated.
I am tired and bored off my rectal region in class and at home. Homework, work, school, work, homework. Haha, I've actually found a way to have fun although it does require me to enter into my own little world, dun dun dun. There isn't really much more for me to do at school. I'm still not quite sure why I'm here, but I am, and its amusing. I have found things that I can do, even thought it makes little sense of why I am doing them. My friends are all on the same thought pattern out here, so its all a giant mess of one big blegh. You saw us, you'd probably think we were drunk, when in fact we are all just dorks. I only got to see my room mate for about 30 minutes this week. It will be cool when her and I finally get some quality roommate time with each other. You know, the tradition throat lunge by tammy followed by a diffused wimper on my part. Ah, potential good times.
Then we will bicker about stupid things like the oven mitts and their current location in the apartment. She will scream, "I WANT THEM IN THE SECOND DRAWER FROM THE RIGHT!" and I will sternly claim, "THEY ARE IN THE SECOND DRAWER FROM THE RIGHT!"...There WILL be a pause. Then she will throw the toaster at me as I shout "OH NO! A MEDIOCARE SIZED BLUE OBJECT!" I will retaliate by throwing my little red pencil sharpner at her, just to be amusing. Knowing my luck, however, the pencil sharpner will explode into about a hundred smaller, sharper pieces of debre which will then wisp past her in an angered fury, some pieces, of course, lodging themselves in her eyes. She then weeps in horror at her newly acquired Canadian Eyes, each one viering to the left and to the right. I will be greatly wieghed with the feeling of guilt as I stare into her now irreversible eye...mode....Then we will sit down, all will be forgiven in chanting "Songs from the Native Lands, Vol. 2" and we will continue our day with a hot cup-a-joe and a nice hefty pat on the back. The End. (Aww)
I am tired and bored off my rectal region in class and at home. Homework, work, school, work, homework. Haha, I've actually found a way to have fun although it does require me to enter into my own little world, dun dun dun. There isn't really much more for me to do at school. I'm still not quite sure why I'm here, but I am, and its amusing. I have found things that I can do, even thought it makes little sense of why I am doing them. My friends are all on the same thought pattern out here, so its all a giant mess of one big blegh. You saw us, you'd probably think we were drunk, when in fact we are all just dorks. I only got to see my room mate for about 30 minutes this week. It will be cool when her and I finally get some quality roommate time with each other. You know, the tradition throat lunge by tammy followed by a diffused wimper on my part. Ah, potential good times.
Then we will bicker about stupid things like the oven mitts and their current location in the apartment. She will scream, "I WANT THEM IN THE SECOND DRAWER FROM THE RIGHT!" and I will sternly claim, "THEY ARE IN THE SECOND DRAWER FROM THE RIGHT!"...There WILL be a pause. Then she will throw the toaster at me as I shout "OH NO! A MEDIOCARE SIZED BLUE OBJECT!" I will retaliate by throwing my little red pencil sharpner at her, just to be amusing. Knowing my luck, however, the pencil sharpner will explode into about a hundred smaller, sharper pieces of debre which will then wisp past her in an angered fury, some pieces, of course, lodging themselves in her eyes. She then weeps in horror at her newly acquired Canadian Eyes, each one viering to the left and to the right. I will be greatly wieghed with the feeling of guilt as I stare into her now irreversible eye...mode....Then we will sit down, all will be forgiven in chanting "Songs from the Native Lands, Vol. 2" and we will continue our day with a hot cup-a-joe and a nice hefty pat on the back. The End. (Aww)