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My roommate doesn't seem to notice my disinterest in hearing him talk about boys, or that I only grunt quietly when he tries to show me these boys' Facebook pictures. I would much rather replay scenes from Baby Mama (which was surprisingly adorable) in my head than hear about his latest conquest/disappointment.
My housemates have finally started to get annoyed with him as well. Some of them have called me a good roommate for being patient with him. However, I just finished reading Wicked and am seeing wonder how similar this is to Galinda's snobby friends telling her that she was a saint for dealing with the impossible Elphaba.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll ask him about his current obsession.
Today I trained my replacements for SOSAS. We hung out in a park until it rained. Adorable little dogs kept interrupting us and trying to eat my gladiator sandals. It was hard to resist throwing my training guide away and run away with them, screaming "Fuck it. You're on your own guys!"
We had dinner at an exorbitantly expensive and delicious yuppie Vietnamese restaurant. A part of me wanted to be offended that none of my comfort food staples were on the menu, but the other part of me was in too saturated with taste orgasms to care.
I'm kind of astounded at how fast things are winding down and that they are wrapping up so well.
In 3 weeks I will be home and in 15 weeks I will be in England.
My housemates have finally started to get annoyed with him as well. Some of them have called me a good roommate for being patient with him. However, I just finished reading Wicked and am seeing wonder how similar this is to Galinda's snobby friends telling her that she was a saint for dealing with the impossible Elphaba.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll ask him about his current obsession.
Today I trained my replacements for SOSAS. We hung out in a park until it rained. Adorable little dogs kept interrupting us and trying to eat my gladiator sandals. It was hard to resist throwing my training guide away and run away with them, screaming "Fuck it. You're on your own guys!"
We had dinner at an exorbitantly expensive and delicious yuppie Vietnamese restaurant. A part of me wanted to be offended that none of my comfort food staples were on the menu, but the other part of me was in too saturated with taste orgasms to care.
I'm kind of astounded at how fast things are winding down and that they are wrapping up so well.
In 3 weeks I will be home and in 15 weeks I will be in England.