Baby, it's cold outside
I've officially been without power in my apartment for over 48 hours. And I'm sure you're reading this going, "Boo-freaking-hoo, you can't play on the intra web and listend to your mP3s." but you're a sadist and it's not like that. Having no electricity has, in addition to having limited time on the line, equates to no heat and no way to study in the apartment past five.
While I realize that electricity was a luxury one hundred years ago, I have no clue how our forefathers lived that this. I've tried to get back to my roots. Talk to people, pack with no happy christmas tunes, and assume a normal lifestyle but when your apartment is registering in at forty degrees and you have an entire refridgerator full of food that's going bad, it's hard to be happy and study.
First off, now, I need props to go to the bathroom. Our bathroom has absolutely no windows so I get to bring a flashlight. Second, going into my empty apartment reminds me of the Blair Witch Project where they enter that abandoned house. I've seen way too many scary movies and Lifetime movies to not be freaked out by the prospect of alone time. Thirdly, I can't shower in cold water yet need to shower. It's a sickness of cleanliness. Don't judge. I'm currently dirty and without clean clothes. I feel homeless and at least in the old west they had a washbin to wash their clothes. I instead have a sink full of dirty dishes because none of my roommates felt like cleaning up a little before leaving. Finally, my roommate is lighting candles which scares me because while I love Jessi, she can be a little forgetful and if the apartment burns to the ground, I'm going to be ripped.
Last night, I played drunken Scrabble by candlelight, just like the people on the Mayflower. Then I found out why everyone shacked up ASAP. It's freaking cold in a bed alone, you need company. In conclusion (because too many finals have me thinking I'm constantly being evaluated and not to conclude would be bad form), I still want to have a kid and name it Duke Power (probably Dane Cook's love child because I think he'd be cool with that) but I hate the actual electric company named Duke Power. Screw you guys, you eat your Ruby Tuesday's and not come and do shots for my roommate's birthday and fix our electricity. It's cool. No, not really, you suck.
The end.
While I realize that electricity was a luxury one hundred years ago, I have no clue how our forefathers lived that this. I've tried to get back to my roots. Talk to people, pack with no happy christmas tunes, and assume a normal lifestyle but when your apartment is registering in at forty degrees and you have an entire refridgerator full of food that's going bad, it's hard to be happy and study.
First off, now, I need props to go to the bathroom. Our bathroom has absolutely no windows so I get to bring a flashlight. Second, going into my empty apartment reminds me of the Blair Witch Project where they enter that abandoned house. I've seen way too many scary movies and Lifetime movies to not be freaked out by the prospect of alone time. Thirdly, I can't shower in cold water yet need to shower. It's a sickness of cleanliness. Don't judge. I'm currently dirty and without clean clothes. I feel homeless and at least in the old west they had a washbin to wash their clothes. I instead have a sink full of dirty dishes because none of my roommates felt like cleaning up a little before leaving. Finally, my roommate is lighting candles which scares me because while I love Jessi, she can be a little forgetful and if the apartment burns to the ground, I'm going to be ripped.
Last night, I played drunken Scrabble by candlelight, just like the people on the Mayflower. Then I found out why everyone shacked up ASAP. It's freaking cold in a bed alone, you need company. In conclusion (because too many finals have me thinking I'm constantly being evaluated and not to conclude would be bad form), I still want to have a kid and name it Duke Power (probably Dane Cook's love child because I think he'd be cool with that) but I hate the actual electric company named Duke Power. Screw you guys, you eat your Ruby Tuesday's and not come and do shots for my roommate's birthday and fix our electricity. It's cool. No, not really, you suck.
The end.