why can't he pick up his shit?
16/04/2004 // 11:19 pm
as a way of avoiding my paper writing, i participated in bsd activities at the sucky sucky sucky sucky roadhouse. yeah. so i was there with a bunch of friends after hanging out at their apartment. i called mike, told him to meet us there if he felt like it (he was going to go see bubba hotep since it's playing again).. then i called him and told him not to bother coming due to my realization that he would be a hater of the venue. except he didn't have his phone with him. so somehow it's my fault that he paid $10 cover to get in to a place he didn't want to be. he whined and complained for all of 20 minutes before i got fed up and agreed to leave with him and walk home (instead of taking the train) in the freezing rain. i should have just told him to go home by himself. he started being a total ass and reading captions of of club's webpages he would rather have gone to. then he went to bed while i did the stack of dishes he said he'd do 3 days ago.
god damnit. how can it only be 11:20? i may as well just keep working on my paper. i think len-len and i are gonna sleep on the orange corduroy couch tonight. we're pissed to the max.
hog jogs and pigloos
15/04/2004 // 10:45 pm
len-len has forced me to acquire a leaner meaner gag reflex. i actually bought something called a "can-o-crickets" today, to supplement the "can-o-worms" already in my fridge. he gobbles these things up like he's scared he'll never see another in his life... it's not just the insectivore diet that's slightly disturbing about him, but the anointing process he goes through every time he finds a new smell. he froths up a nice substance, squishes his head around, and licks the frothy rabid looking substance all over his back quills. mmmm. yummay. despite his oddities, the little guy is so cuddly. sometimes i think he forgets he has a sharp bum. actually... i wonder if he even knows he has a sharp bum.
mike bought a wheel today. a wheel for an animal to run in. i'm not really sure what the animal is. i thought he was going to get another betta. wheels are good too, i guess.
i expect we'll have a house full of rat babies before long. i think he's trying to compensate for leonard's disdain for his socks. it's not that len hates him, he's just known me longer and likes me better. the other night, leonard was strolling around the living room while i was watching tv and mike was reading the news online. he strolled right up to mike's foot and clamped on. he bit sock, for the most part. i'm not sure what the message was. probably something like, "your feet taste good" but mike thought it meant "i hate you, *crunch*" and now we have a small animal wheel on our living room floor.
maybe it's just a message to leonard from mike for the next time he's out strolling.
why am i not writing my paper right now?
hot damn.
14/04/2004 // 11:21 am
the peole downstairs must be furious right now. the fixer upper guy just came and gave me the ability to adjust the heat in this house. that means i won't have to wear a coat indoors and carry leonard around so we don't freeze to death during the day (and night!) anymore. wearing a t-shirt.. inside.. in the winter.. that's ludicrous! i'd rather pay a higher gas bill than inhibit the mobility of my entire body by bundling up in every article of winter clothing i own (only to take it off when i have to go outside so as not to over heat).
oh. it's snowing out today. what is up with the weather here? it hasn't snowed in months. literally. i'm thinking early february was the last time, maybe even before that. it's nuts. and it'll probably snow again too. how'm i supposed to go on a dig with snow on the ground... i guess i could just shovel the snow, but i doubt any artifacts of ancient plains indians (i'm surprised we still call them that academically) will be found in my snow screen. ugh.
must write stupid paper. i have less than a week to do it now. not good. it's going to be an incoherent mass of text.
the heat came on again.. this is so great!
happy cold easter
11/04/2004 // 12:58 pm
EVERYBODY (except gary?) is at my parent's house for easter. my little brother called me. we talked. then my mom and i. the whole call lasted 19 minutes. the first time i'd talked to any of them since the end of february. ugh. i don't know... part of me wants to go home for a few days this summer, after i'm finished spring session... but.. i dunno. leonard was invited to come home with me. i guess that's a plus.
my mom can just make me feel so bad. it's her new found understanding and charitability. it takes her two seconds to make me feel like shit.
i got totally robbed for easter. my eggs primarily consists of chocolate filled with granular peanut butter flavored sugar. i hate that stuff. i'm so much more considerate in my easter candy purchasing (including a fair representation of the granular peanut buttery treats in the mix). but then i bitch about how cheated i was. seriously. i buy candy i know other people will like. not what i personally like.
but back to my mom. i wouldn't go so far as to call her a heinous breeder of discord as kim refers to her mom. just... bad at familial interactions.