Marc
Maybe the movie thing wasn't all that great of an idea. I've got a paper due on Thursday, and I'm having trouble deciding when to write it. Tomorrow night seems best, because I have nothing planned. Tuesday's booked solid- class all day, drive up to Kankakee to rock all night, and hopefully drive back to Bloomtown that night. Wednesday is the Last Resort, b/c Thursday would be too late. But when, oh when, will I have time to watch three movies this week? I'll take a break. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Tonight was kind of a wash. I spent most of the rest of the evening trying to steel myself to finish cleaning the apartment, but the living room will probably be a weekend-long ordeal. And we just moved in here! Note to self: stop having people over. Some asshole keeps coming over, drinking halves of Old Style - can after can, mind you - and then leaving. I must have let about twenty fluid ounces seep onto my shoes today when I took it all out to the dumspter. Bollocks!
In five years of dorm/apartment living, I've never been around anyone nearly as loud as the girl who lives above me. And I said it, you didn't read it wrong. It's a frickin' girl. What's worse? She blasts country music all the damned time. I've lived in a 3,000 occupancy dorm (twice), in an apartment building filled to the hilts w/frat boys, and even above a goddamned bar. They all pale in comparison to this chick. Enough with the Travis Tritt and the Shania Twain. My headphones are begging you to stop. Please?
Sod off.
Maybe the movie thing wasn't all that great of an idea. I've got a paper due on Thursday, and I'm having trouble deciding when to write it. Tomorrow night seems best, because I have nothing planned. Tuesday's booked solid- class all day, drive up to Kankakee to rock all night, and hopefully drive back to Bloomtown that night. Wednesday is the Last Resort, b/c Thursday would be too late. But when, oh when, will I have time to watch three movies this week? I'll take a break. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Tonight was kind of a wash. I spent most of the rest of the evening trying to steel myself to finish cleaning the apartment, but the living room will probably be a weekend-long ordeal. And we just moved in here! Note to self: stop having people over. Some asshole keeps coming over, drinking halves of Old Style - can after can, mind you - and then leaving. I must have let about twenty fluid ounces seep onto my shoes today when I took it all out to the dumspter. Bollocks!
In five years of dorm/apartment living, I've never been around anyone nearly as loud as the girl who lives above me. And I said it, you didn't read it wrong. It's a frickin' girl. What's worse? She blasts country music all the damned time. I've lived in a 3,000 occupancy dorm (twice), in an apartment building filled to the hilts w/frat boys, and even above a goddamned bar. They all pale in comparison to this chick. Enough with the Travis Tritt and the Shania Twain. My headphones are begging you to stop. Please?
Sod off.
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