guess what I'm studying for
We're in the third or fourth week of the semester, I forget already. I have been to exactly one biochem class, syllabus day. I have learned essentially nothing that will be covered on the exam tomorrow. My medical nutrition therapy test will suffer a similar, but not as drastically awful fate. I'm over staying up all night popping adderall and drinking coffee and then being tired for days and developing a cold that I can't kick for a week or two. I've done that too many times and the extra hours really don't help that much. I'd rather sit here eating my low fat ben and jerry's and drinking wine. Maybe an hour of studying and I'll turn in.
The guy living above me, creepy McCreeperson, if you will, is a creep. I've only seen him once or twice from afar, but I hear him virtually every second of the day. He's a heavy walker and stops across the room constantly. Once in a while he'll sit in what I presume an arm chair recliner thing, because the creak echoes through my house and then more stomping. He's a cougher. I think he has TB or cystic fibrosis or something, he coughs about every twenty seconds, it's aggravating to say the least. I have never heard him speak a word to anyone or even himself. Sometimes he has the television on, but it is barely audible. No music. His windows are shaded at all times and I don't think he sleeps. Even on my latest nights, I can still hear him creaking across the floor and when I wake up I loathe hearing the squeeks of his chair as he rocks back and forth.
Anyway, the reason I tell you all of this is because I needed something to combat his noise pollution. Being too lazy to get up and put a record on, and working on my newly purchased, used ibook that has yet to be supplemented with music, I randomly typed in grateful dead online radio to find something to listen to. It's been a while since I've listened to the dead and I'm always rather fond of them so I thought it would be a good idea, but whatever station I landed on is playing the absolute worst bootlegs I've ever heard. I've never heard Jerry sound more wretched and the band sound so pitiful. I'm getting up to find something else. Oh, and to get back to studying.
The guy living above me, creepy McCreeperson, if you will, is a creep. I've only seen him once or twice from afar, but I hear him virtually every second of the day. He's a heavy walker and stops across the room constantly. Once in a while he'll sit in what I presume an arm chair recliner thing, because the creak echoes through my house and then more stomping. He's a cougher. I think he has TB or cystic fibrosis or something, he coughs about every twenty seconds, it's aggravating to say the least. I have never heard him speak a word to anyone or even himself. Sometimes he has the television on, but it is barely audible. No music. His windows are shaded at all times and I don't think he sleeps. Even on my latest nights, I can still hear him creaking across the floor and when I wake up I loathe hearing the squeeks of his chair as he rocks back and forth.
Anyway, the reason I tell you all of this is because I needed something to combat his noise pollution. Being too lazy to get up and put a record on, and working on my newly purchased, used ibook that has yet to be supplemented with music, I randomly typed in grateful dead online radio to find something to listen to. It's been a while since I've listened to the dead and I'm always rather fond of them so I thought it would be a good idea, but whatever station I landed on is playing the absolute worst bootlegs I've ever heard. I've never heard Jerry sound more wretched and the band sound so pitiful. I'm getting up to find something else. Oh, and to get back to studying.