Complaining
It is so friggin' hot and humid here. I'm so sweaty and stinky, it's gross. I'm taking showers every two hours or something. I have no clue how I used to live here. I'm wearing tank tops and shorts and I'm still dying, and I used to wear jeans and long sleeves and sweaters and jackets--how did I do it?
My brother is leaving Aug 30 for college, and is taking the ethernet cable with him. If I'm leaving with him, then I'll be travelling, so I won't be online. If I'm not leaving with him, I won't have an ethernet cable so I won't be online. I guess I could just go and buy one, but we need a really long one, because this extends from upstairs down to the first floor, so it's kinda complicated.
On top of all this, Sorin just left for a vacation in France with his parents, so I won't be able to talk to him for the next two weeks.
I should stop complaining.
My brother is leaving Aug 30 for college, and is taking the ethernet cable with him. If I'm leaving with him, then I'll be travelling, so I won't be online. If I'm not leaving with him, I won't have an ethernet cable so I won't be online. I guess I could just go and buy one, but we need a really long one, because this extends from upstairs down to the first floor, so it's kinda complicated.
On top of all this, Sorin just left for a vacation in France with his parents, so I won't be able to talk to him for the next two weeks.
I should stop complaining.