This is horribly pathetic, I know, but not having my laptop feels so lonely! I'm suffering from phantom limb syndrome, I think. My laptop and I used to have such a great relationship... full of laughter, good times, and web browsing. Then things soured, the hard drive crashed and corrupted a bunch of my files, and I find myself in the computer lab at school trying to recover from the heart break.
Laptop will be back... it should be back in my arms in a few days, but I think the hurt and damaged trust from this experience might last a lifetime. I don't need to give you all the petty details of the three grueling hours I spent in the apple store last night, but I will say that the nice people working at the genius bar certainly made up for the horrible situation.
The upside to this whole situation is that it led to my discovery a mac computer lab in one of the lower levels of my school's library. It houses an ENTIRE room full of those HUGE screened Mac desktops. How cool is that? It even has one of those nifty slender keyboards. I'm actually really enjoying making use of it right now.
I also wrote an entire essay by hand when I got home last night (it was due today and I had no other way to write it) and I think it really built some character. It threw me back to the days where computers weren't so terribly common and handwriting essays was something I did all the time. It did give me a chuckle... how dependent I had become!
After the harrowing experience with my laptop, by the time I got home and finished writing that essay I was ready for a good sleep. Unfortunately, my roommate is so remarkably unintelligent that he managed to set off the fire alarm AGAIN. In less than a week. So impressive, so irritating, and I really shouldn't be so surprised. Instead of a little bit after three a.m. like last time, this incident occurred at 2:51 in the morning. I'm not sure which point he walked away from the burning hot dogs, but that's about the exact moment I woke up choking on hot dog stench and failure. The blaring fire alarm didn't help matters either. I'm sensing a pattern, and the rest of the neighborhood probably is too.
Shout out to anyone in my classes: if I smell like hot dogs today, feel free to go blame my roommate. In person. Preferably with some kind of blunt object.
Showing posts with label roommates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roommates. Show all posts
Friday, April 1, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Back in the swing of things...
Nothing gets you out of the vacation mindset like a huge dose of reality, right?
I slept through my alarm by two hours this morning! This almost NEVER happens to me. The good news about the whole situation is that I had set my alarm two hours early the night before, so it didn't do much damage aside from being a general fail. Hooray! Aside from being defeated by an alarm clock, I looked out the window and noticed it was snowing. You heard me. Snowing. This is what I call a lose-lose. The snow loses because it has to be here knowing nobody likes it, and I lose because all I've been dreaming about for weeks is sunshine and green grass. I'm just so glad the weather feels comfortable enough in our relationship to cover my dreams in an avalanche.
The next dose of reality came about as abruptly as being smacked across the face with a slab of ham. I have roommates. Who doesn't, right? Smart people, that's who.
My roommates like to eat. A lot. Cool. Specifically, they like to eat things that I don't eat (meat, dairy, heavily processed things, dog shit, hamburger helper, etc.). As long as you're not shoving a fifty cent hot dog smothered in chili that both smells and looks like diarrhea down MY throat, I don't really care. At least...usually I don't care. The circumstances in which do I care are very few, but they do include particular episodes like the one that occured this morning. I was trying to sleep like a normal person and instead I was woken up around three in the morning by billows of thick, putrid smoke and a screeching smoke alarm. Turns out, one of my roommates thought that he would cook his nightly dose of hot dogs in a pan instead of boiling them (what he usually does). What clearly didn't occur to him was that once a hot dog goes on a pan it needs to be closely watched and turned consistently. Yes, even me, the vegan, knows this.
Instead, he decided to go watch some T.V. while he waited for his food to hop off of the stove and climb into his mouth. This resulted almost immediately in an apartment filled with smoke, destroyed hot dogs, and disappointment. So glad I came back, can I move into one of the supply closets at school now?
I'm not bitter about it. I'm sure this will all be but a painful memory to be repressed in about eight years.
Lunch today is barley and lentils sauteed with onion and a green salad. A delicious and uncomplicated way to begin the week! I'm going to go, because my sister aka bestfriendinthewholeworld just facebook chatted me!
I slept through my alarm by two hours this morning! This almost NEVER happens to me. The good news about the whole situation is that I had set my alarm two hours early the night before, so it didn't do much damage aside from being a general fail. Hooray! Aside from being defeated by an alarm clock, I looked out the window and noticed it was snowing. You heard me. Snowing. This is what I call a lose-lose. The snow loses because it has to be here knowing nobody likes it, and I lose because all I've been dreaming about for weeks is sunshine and green grass. I'm just so glad the weather feels comfortable enough in our relationship to cover my dreams in an avalanche.
The next dose of reality came about as abruptly as being smacked across the face with a slab of ham. I have roommates. Who doesn't, right? Smart people, that's who.
My roommates like to eat. A lot. Cool. Specifically, they like to eat things that I don't eat (meat, dairy, heavily processed things, dog shit, hamburger helper, etc.). As long as you're not shoving a fifty cent hot dog smothered in chili that both smells and looks like diarrhea down MY throat, I don't really care. At least...usually I don't care. The circumstances in which do I care are very few, but they do include particular episodes like the one that occured this morning. I was trying to sleep like a normal person and instead I was woken up around three in the morning by billows of thick, putrid smoke and a screeching smoke alarm. Turns out, one of my roommates thought that he would cook his nightly dose of hot dogs in a pan instead of boiling them (what he usually does). What clearly didn't occur to him was that once a hot dog goes on a pan it needs to be closely watched and turned consistently. Yes, even me, the vegan, knows this.
Instead, he decided to go watch some T.V. while he waited for his food to hop off of the stove and climb into his mouth. This resulted almost immediately in an apartment filled with smoke, destroyed hot dogs, and disappointment. So glad I came back, can I move into one of the supply closets at school now?
I'm not bitter about it. I'm sure this will all be but a painful memory to be repressed in about eight years.
Lunch today is barley and lentils sauteed with onion and a green salad. A delicious and uncomplicated way to begin the week! I'm going to go, because my sister aka bestfriendinthewholeworld just facebook chatted me!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
THE incident.
I know this is the second post of the day (I fear I am becoming fanatical), but I have something to share. I really needed to get this off my chest, and is there a better place to disclose utter humiliation than a public blog? I don't think so.
Here it is. Roommates use a lot of toilet paper. I am not home often and don't use much, so when the last bit of the toilet paper I put money into was used up I decided I am not going to put my money into a toilet paper pooling system anymore, I will simply purchase my own and save myself about 5.7 million dollars a month. I also am very sore from a strenuous workout yesterday that was intensified by my gym activities this morning. Ergo, I am not feeling up to walking all the way to the store for this quality purchase. This act is so shameful, but I can't help but center on my need to explain myself. Let me just tell you what happened...
Like a hobo, I stole a roll of toilet paper from the school bathroom...and yes, I am justifiably filled with shame.
The thing is, I promise I'm going to go actually PAY for some tomorrow and I'm also going to stop trying to rationalize this. I am an animal.
I'm sure the best part of this story might be the looks I got from passers-by as I exited the bathroom with an uncomfortably sized bulge under my sweatshirt. I need better clothes for this...like a black ninja outfit.
Was thinking this was a new low but on the other hand I'm fairly certain there are times in my life that I've sunk lower...
Here it is. Roommates use a lot of toilet paper. I am not home often and don't use much, so when the last bit of the toilet paper I put money into was used up I decided I am not going to put my money into a toilet paper pooling system anymore, I will simply purchase my own and save myself about 5.7 million dollars a month. I also am very sore from a strenuous workout yesterday that was intensified by my gym activities this morning. Ergo, I am not feeling up to walking all the way to the store for this quality purchase. This act is so shameful, but I can't help but center on my need to explain myself. Let me just tell you what happened...
Like a hobo, I stole a roll of toilet paper from the school bathroom...and yes, I am justifiably filled with shame.
The thing is, I promise I'm going to go actually PAY for some tomorrow and I'm also going to stop trying to rationalize this. I am an animal.
I'm sure the best part of this story might be the looks I got from passers-by as I exited the bathroom with an uncomfortably sized bulge under my sweatshirt. I need better clothes for this...like a black ninja outfit.
Was thinking this was a new low but on the other hand I'm fairly certain there are times in my life that I've sunk lower...
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