My roommate's cell phone has rung over 10 times. It's killing me. It's not even a good tune. Plus, I'm slightly envious; Mine didn't ring today.
(Finally, a voicemail.)
And...another ring. I'm going to silence her phone. I'm so close to it. I can feel it.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
When angels deserve to die
Sometimes I creep myself out; this one time I was listening to "Destination Anywhere" while looking up lyrics to songs by System of a Down. I thought that "Destination Anywhere" reminded me of a song I used to hear on the way back from work with Ben, but really it was the next song on my list, Chop Suey.
The harder I push the further I fall
If you'll excuse this post; I just feel like writing. :) Writing, then playing piano, then eating.
I used to tell pointless stories that people found more anticlimactic than amusing; I think I've fallen back into the habit.
My amusing experience from this morning starts last night: I was cleaning some miscellaneous socks that made it on to my floor somehow. I expressed my opinion that I thought I had been a bad roommate in as few words as possible and apologized promising I wouldn't snooze any more. Fast-forward: This morning I woke up a few times, but the most prominent time was when my roommate was blow-drying her hair - in our room. I didn't really care because I wasn't tired at this point; I just thought it was a curious gesture. I went back to sleep and sometime later my roommate must have been talking on the phone. All I know is that suddenly I was awake, and I knew what she had said. "I was a bad roommate this morning." It's nice to know my old sleeping habits are restored. " I blow-dried my hair in the room while my roommate was sleeping." Should I warn people that I typically wake up when people reference me?
I'm fond of my new ring tone. Part of that probably has nothing to do with the tone itself but lies in the sense of pride I feel knowing that I changed it without needing the screen to work. (I keep having dreams that it sometimes works or that the backlight is just turned off.) Either way, I like to pretend that I'm really sensitive to it now and won't miss any rings, since I never know when I have missed calls (leave messages!).
People had superpowers in my dream last night. Some people were good, and some weren't. I shot people. I kept having problems cocking the guns I used; they all seemed to cock in a different way. I'd be trying to look intimidating, but I'd be struggling to cock the gun. Amazing.
I thought I'd part my hair in a slight zig-zag last night after my shower. I woke up this morning and it looked like it had parted itself. After trying to switch it back to a normal part, I eventually gave up and pulled it back in a clip. Yay for trying new things...
I used to tell pointless stories that people found more anticlimactic than amusing; I think I've fallen back into the habit.
My amusing experience from this morning starts last night: I was cleaning some miscellaneous socks that made it on to my floor somehow. I expressed my opinion that I thought I had been a bad roommate in as few words as possible and apologized promising I wouldn't snooze any more. Fast-forward: This morning I woke up a few times, but the most prominent time was when my roommate was blow-drying her hair - in our room. I didn't really care because I wasn't tired at this point; I just thought it was a curious gesture. I went back to sleep and sometime later my roommate must have been talking on the phone. All I know is that suddenly I was awake, and I knew what she had said. "I was a bad roommate this morning." It's nice to know my old sleeping habits are restored. " I blow-dried my hair in the room while my roommate was sleeping." Should I warn people that I typically wake up when people reference me?
I'm fond of my new ring tone. Part of that probably has nothing to do with the tone itself but lies in the sense of pride I feel knowing that I changed it without needing the screen to work. (I keep having dreams that it sometimes works or that the backlight is just turned off.) Either way, I like to pretend that I'm really sensitive to it now and won't miss any rings, since I never know when I have missed calls (leave messages!).
People had superpowers in my dream last night. Some people were good, and some weren't. I shot people. I kept having problems cocking the guns I used; they all seemed to cock in a different way. I'd be trying to look intimidating, but I'd be struggling to cock the gun. Amazing.
I thought I'd part my hair in a slight zig-zag last night after my shower. I woke up this morning and it looked like it had parted itself. After trying to switch it back to a normal part, I eventually gave up and pulled it back in a clip. Yay for trying new things...
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