as i climbed down from bed this morning this thought crept into my head, "ah... yes, 'tis a wonderful morn, broseph. i only have to survive 5 more days and i get to flee this rat hole." [10 days for thanksgive break, little lady!] little did i recall at that time the hell that was going to confront me within the capacity of these next 5 days. the hell isn't much different from any other week of my life this fine semester, but i was hoping for maybe a little break following the horribleness of the week previous to this weekend. i needed to get started working this morning but i just now collected the balls to turn my tv off. the only problem is that my computer is still on. drat! i made some progress though, i printed out homework for chem, and my next phil essay question. but, it wasn't till after i had stapled the necessary pieces together did i realize that the printer had pulled the paper crooked and now the print-outs look totally ghetto.
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okay, also -- i need to exit dorm life. immediately! although earlier i was starting to think it wasn't so bad now that i have friends in close proximity that i can tolerate and what not. also this year i've had a "holier than thou" approach to most of the frosh, and it's good to feel superior... but anyway, these thoughts of running away forever arose when something went haywire. something so totally heinous that should never occur in real life. today i had my first encounter of the semester with someone dropping a deuce in the bathroom while i go in to brush my teeth. my whole cleansing ritual of brushing my teeth in the morning was shot. just thinking about the process of pinching a steamy loaf in the vicinity of someone brushing their teeth... it makes me all queasy... uh oh, i just threw up in my mouth a little bit.


Slapped up here on 11/11/2001 05:51:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...