Mysteries.
FUCKING TICKETMASTER WON'T LET ME BUY TICKETS TO ANYTHING I WANT TO GO TO!
/end rant.
I have class soon. I just came in early to print my Jane Eyre essay, which surprisingly didn't take me too long. I was only awake till midnight, and technically I went to bed early because I had to come into school two hours earlier than usual.
I think my landlord may be dead or missing or something. She hasn't come home in three days and I can hear water running somewhere in her part of the house all the time, although it may just be a fish tank. The light above her stove has also been on continuously, day and night, since Tuesday. Her cat is also gone. It's very bizarre. Please don't be dead. I like my apartment too much.
And even though I haven't worked since Tuesday, my apartment is a disaster area. I bypassed cleaning for writing essays and doing readings. I've run out of dishes and although I got some laundry done last night while working on my essay, I need to vacuum up the sawdust from when I "borrowed" a saw I found in my landlord's work area to cut off the base of my bookcase so I could finally unpack all my books. Clearly my dad was never going to actually do it and I was getting sick of tripping over boxes and the bookcase itself, which had to be on its side all the time. But now it's up and full and pretty.
Gotta run to French. I think I may have a presentation but I'm not exactly sure because I didn't write the date down. But I remember writing "le 13 octobre" on the sign-up sheet for some reason. I'm prepared anyway. I hope it wasn't last Friday...because I definitely did not go to French last Friday.
P.S. Fuck it's cold outside!
/end rant.
I have class soon. I just came in early to print my Jane Eyre essay, which surprisingly didn't take me too long. I was only awake till midnight, and technically I went to bed early because I had to come into school two hours earlier than usual.
I think my landlord may be dead or missing or something. She hasn't come home in three days and I can hear water running somewhere in her part of the house all the time, although it may just be a fish tank. The light above her stove has also been on continuously, day and night, since Tuesday. Her cat is also gone. It's very bizarre. Please don't be dead. I like my apartment too much.
And even though I haven't worked since Tuesday, my apartment is a disaster area. I bypassed cleaning for writing essays and doing readings. I've run out of dishes and although I got some laundry done last night while working on my essay, I need to vacuum up the sawdust from when I "borrowed" a saw I found in my landlord's work area to cut off the base of my bookcase so I could finally unpack all my books. Clearly my dad was never going to actually do it and I was getting sick of tripping over boxes and the bookcase itself, which had to be on its side all the time. But now it's up and full and pretty.
Gotta run to French. I think I may have a presentation but I'm not exactly sure because I didn't write the date down. But I remember writing "le 13 octobre" on the sign-up sheet for some reason. I'm prepared anyway. I hope it wasn't last Friday...because I definitely did not go to French last Friday.
P.S. Fuck it's cold outside!