Sunday, March 06, 2005
Heat Wave
Tiffany's back from Florida and brought the weather back with her. Mom says it's supposed to snow on thursday, so it's the perfect time for things to heat up here in town. And when it's hot outside, it's hotter inside. The dorms run on old boilers. We get heat or air conditioning, not both. Right now, the heat's on. Everybody has theirs turned off, but it's not helping much. And in my room, the windows are taped and glued shut. The ground floor's not a good place for lockless windows, so that was some previous tenant's idea of security. I've considered breaking it.
It's probably hotter in here because of all the extra bodyheat. Thursday was nice, we had a pretty fun time. Friday night it was still ok. By the end of saturday night tempers were getting a little thin as we beat X-Men. Now, Sunday, I'm ready to tie people up and throw them out. Poor Tiff got back for my foul mood, and I think she's interpreting it as somehow on occasion of her. I'm trying to be nice to her, since I am really glad to see her back, but since she slept all through the only time the room was empty and woke up only once everyone piled back in, I've given off an irrepairably bad impression. So I'm in the corner, on my laptop, brooding. I told them I was working on my take-home midterm. It's sitting open beside me. I'll get started on it eventually. Right now I need to rant.
Los fled.
I would, if I had anywhere to flee to. Isn't one's room supposed to be a place of privacy? What happens when that's taken away? This, obviously.
I'd never survive on the open sea, crammed in some hold with 50 other people and 28X60 inches of space per person (British Navy required minimum during the Age of Sea).
So I'm writing for escape right now. Escaping into my laptop, the glowing white page waiting for my text to fill it. People are twiddling things in my room again, probably going to break something again, but at least they're not oogling my girlfriend. Yes, I'm playing the name game with you, but I really am feeling mostly annoyed with the species as a whole.
A nice set of mixes from OCRemix.com is helping block out the world. Poe's going to help in a minute, too, along with Melville and Hawthorne. A regular literary party on the page. Lucky me.
Spring Break's in 12 days and counting. ¶ 0 comments
It's probably hotter in here because of all the extra bodyheat. Thursday was nice, we had a pretty fun time. Friday night it was still ok. By the end of saturday night tempers were getting a little thin as we beat X-Men. Now, Sunday, I'm ready to tie people up and throw them out. Poor Tiff got back for my foul mood, and I think she's interpreting it as somehow on occasion of her. I'm trying to be nice to her, since I am really glad to see her back, but since she slept all through the only time the room was empty and woke up only once everyone piled back in, I've given off an irrepairably bad impression. So I'm in the corner, on my laptop, brooding. I told them I was working on my take-home midterm. It's sitting open beside me. I'll get started on it eventually. Right now I need to rant.
Los fled.
I would, if I had anywhere to flee to. Isn't one's room supposed to be a place of privacy? What happens when that's taken away? This, obviously.
I'd never survive on the open sea, crammed in some hold with 50 other people and 28X60 inches of space per person (British Navy required minimum during the Age of Sea).
So I'm writing for escape right now. Escaping into my laptop, the glowing white page waiting for my text to fill it. People are twiddling things in my room again, probably going to break something again, but at least they're not oogling my girlfriend. Yes, I'm playing the name game with you, but I really am feeling mostly annoyed with the species as a whole.
A nice set of mixes from OCRemix.com is helping block out the world. Poe's going to help in a minute, too, along with Melville and Hawthorne. A regular literary party on the page. Lucky me.
Spring Break's in 12 days and counting. ¶ 0 comments
