No More Thanksgiving
Amen to that. To anyone and everyone who might have any kind of influence over the various decisions I make throughout my life: do not let me go home for Thanksgiving EVER AGAIN. Word.
So here's what happened on FRIDAY. I wake up late because my dad woke up late (he was supposed to get me up so that we could go to the museum - there's one plan down the drain, and it's only 11am!). After he tells me that I absoultly must go to Sears and get my picture taken so that said pictures can be distributed (!!) for Christmas (!!), I decide to take a shower. Half-way through shampooing my hair with the amazing shampoo that is for whatever reason in my jankety ass bathroom, my brother Walker starts yelling about there being someone calling for me on the house phone. I go answer the phone wrapped in a towel, shampoo still on my hair (whatev) and find out what the fuss is about. It was nothing really, though. Just Amber from AU Housing & Dining calling to let me know that the window in my room had been left open, causing the heater pipe to first freeze, then explode.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm pretty much over it at this point, especially since I'm being put up in the Hughes Hall RD's apartment (more on that in a sec), but wow was I pissed then. Fucking Victoria either forgot or chose to ignore my warning of "Don't leave the window open" and ta-da. Instant sauna in T-13! Un-fucking-believable. So now my room is a complete shambles and while I don't think too much of my stuff got permanently damaged, it's still a huge pain in the ass to deal with. Plus my computer may or may not be functional, I'm not sure. Given that I have a 15 page paper due a week from Tuesday, this is just fantastic.
On the bright side, I'll be in the RD's apartment until Monday, possibly until late Tuesday. This means sleeping in a double bed (!!), having my own bathroom (with bathtub - OMG!), kitchen, and washer/dryer, and basically getting to ignore the state of my room until after Victoria gets back (vindictive much?). All in all, a pretty sweet deal. As soon as Karen wakes up I'll get the TV from her, set that up, and possibly spend all day watching movies and "The X-Files."
LENNON: We're watching "24" tomorrow. You, me, Pat. No arguments. Period.
Okay, but yeah, the rest of my so-called vacation: ate pho with dad, which was deeeeeelicious. Also went to the North Face outlet and got a light but warm fleece and a down jacket. Pretty damn sweet if you ask me. Oh, and the flight back wasn't all that bad. I think I slept for most of it, but I couldn't be absolutely sure. Seat next to me was open, though, which meant I could stretch out all over the place. There was an Indian lady sitting in the aisle seat and at one point she was lying down with her head in the open seat while I was leaning against the wall of the plane, legs up on the table of the open seat. It was actually kind of comfortable. No jokes.
Oh, and I had Tom Hanks as one of my flight attendants. He was pretty much the shit and made sure my chocolate tort didn't melt. Mmmm, tort....
So here's what happened on FRIDAY. I wake up late because my dad woke up late (he was supposed to get me up so that we could go to the museum - there's one plan down the drain, and it's only 11am!). After he tells me that I absoultly must go to Sears and get my picture taken so that said pictures can be distributed (!!) for Christmas (!!), I decide to take a shower. Half-way through shampooing my hair with the amazing shampoo that is for whatever reason in my jankety ass bathroom, my brother Walker starts yelling about there being someone calling for me on the house phone. I go answer the phone wrapped in a towel, shampoo still on my hair (whatev) and find out what the fuss is about. It was nothing really, though. Just Amber from AU Housing & Dining calling to let me know that the window in my room had been left open, causing the heater pipe to first freeze, then explode.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm pretty much over it at this point, especially since I'm being put up in the Hughes Hall RD's apartment (more on that in a sec), but wow was I pissed then. Fucking Victoria either forgot or chose to ignore my warning of "Don't leave the window open" and ta-da. Instant sauna in T-13! Un-fucking-believable. So now my room is a complete shambles and while I don't think too much of my stuff got permanently damaged, it's still a huge pain in the ass to deal with. Plus my computer may or may not be functional, I'm not sure. Given that I have a 15 page paper due a week from Tuesday, this is just fantastic.
On the bright side, I'll be in the RD's apartment until Monday, possibly until late Tuesday. This means sleeping in a double bed (!!), having my own bathroom (with bathtub - OMG!), kitchen, and washer/dryer, and basically getting to ignore the state of my room until after Victoria gets back (vindictive much?). All in all, a pretty sweet deal. As soon as Karen wakes up I'll get the TV from her, set that up, and possibly spend all day watching movies and "The X-Files."
LENNON: We're watching "24" tomorrow. You, me, Pat. No arguments. Period.
Okay, but yeah, the rest of my so-called vacation: ate pho with dad, which was deeeeeelicious. Also went to the North Face outlet and got a light but warm fleece and a down jacket. Pretty damn sweet if you ask me. Oh, and the flight back wasn't all that bad. I think I slept for most of it, but I couldn't be absolutely sure. Seat next to me was open, though, which meant I could stretch out all over the place. There was an Indian lady sitting in the aisle seat and at one point she was lying down with her head in the open seat while I was leaning against the wall of the plane, legs up on the table of the open seat. It was actually kind of comfortable. No jokes.
Oh, and I had Tom Hanks as one of my flight attendants. He was pretty much the shit and made sure my chocolate tort didn't melt. Mmmm, tort....