Two Days Of Surprises, Both Very Good And Very Disgusting
GOOD SURPRISES:
-seeing all my friends at once (pretty much)
-having Matt help me change the bed on its frame so my refrigerator can fit underneath
VERY VERY VERY GOOD SURPRISE:
-Surprise Orientation free concert...
YO
LA
TENGO
!!
DISGUSTING SURPRISE:
-This morning when I reached over my 3' high bed to pull the blinds up, a cockroach fell out of the blinds and into my hair. INTO MY HAIR. I stood on my chair on the other side of the room for ten minutes, screaming and beating my head with a shoe. When I called my mom, she very calmly said that I should comb out my hair. COMB OUT MY HAIR. Because there might be cockroaches still in it!! So then I spent another ten minutes on the chair, screaming and hitting my head with the shoe. I've decided to dull my horror at this cockroach-thing by draining my flask (into my mouth). 1:50 pm...it's gotta be cocktail hour SOMEWHERES.
So I'm still setting up my room, which looks to be a long-term process, since my shit is only guaranteed to get to my room in fourteen days (a fortnight).
Countdowns:
days until my junk is guaranteed to get here: 14
days until CONAN!: 12
days until I'm no longer a teenager and never will be again: 9
say WHAT??
days until my much-appreciated television premieres: 2 and 4 (Rory Gilmore and Seth Cohen, respectively)
days until I can legally drink: 374
days until I can legally drive: -1451
days until I scratch my ear: 0
days until Christmas: 111
days until Mark's birthday: 0
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK
-seeing all my friends at once (pretty much)
-having Matt help me change the bed on its frame so my refrigerator can fit underneath
VERY VERY VERY GOOD SURPRISE:
-Surprise Orientation free concert...
YO
LA
TENGO
!!
DISGUSTING SURPRISE:
-This morning when I reached over my 3' high bed to pull the blinds up, a cockroach fell out of the blinds and into my hair. INTO MY HAIR. I stood on my chair on the other side of the room for ten minutes, screaming and beating my head with a shoe. When I called my mom, she very calmly said that I should comb out my hair. COMB OUT MY HAIR. Because there might be cockroaches still in it!! So then I spent another ten minutes on the chair, screaming and hitting my head with the shoe. I've decided to dull my horror at this cockroach-thing by draining my flask (into my mouth). 1:50 pm...it's gotta be cocktail hour SOMEWHERES.
So I'm still setting up my room, which looks to be a long-term process, since my shit is only guaranteed to get to my room in fourteen days (a fortnight).
Countdowns:
days until my junk is guaranteed to get here: 14
days until CONAN!: 12
days until I'm no longer a teenager and never will be again: 9
say WHAT??
days until my much-appreciated television premieres: 2 and 4 (Rory Gilmore and Seth Cohen, respectively)
days until I can legally drink: 374
days until I can legally drive: -1451
days until I scratch my ear: 0
days until Christmas: 111
days until Mark's birthday: 0
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK
posted by Becky at 1:41 PM
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i just shreaked for like an hour. my voice is gone, gone. ga-ross! bah!puh!
that bug thing is really gross. disgusting. you said it.
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