*pant pant*

[grammargirl]

So, after a three-ish hour Psychotic Cleaning Spree of Doooom, my bedroom finally looks like a bedroom again. We're not even talking surface tidying up, here-- I basically re-moved into my room. We're talking, like, objects placed at right angles. It's amazing. It's also, unfortunately, rather Spartan at the moment, as all of my posters got bent all to hell during the waterproofing debacle and rather than fight with the walls, which scoff at posters at the best of times, I've decided that now's as good a time as any to move on from the posters-as-decoration phase of my life in favor of something a little less dorm-room. Of course, I'm also broke as hell right now, so my walls are just gonna have to stay blank for a while.

I'll be sleeping alone tonight, for the second night in a row. Poor B. had to get up at something like 7AM this morning after all of about 5 hours of sleep, so he needs to crash and burn in a big way. If I went over there now I'd just keep him awake. I'd bitch about this, but then I remember that hey, at least my boyfriend lives in the same area code as me and I keep my mouth shut.

Best roommate repartee of the evening:

"This mix is definitely more of a montage than my last mix, which was very linear. I might even go so far as to say it's a series of vignettes, but I think it's more of a montage."

"I will kill you, you pretentious fuck."

And on that note, I am off to lose myself in Possession, my Pretentions Literature Du Jour.

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just keep reminding yourself about that area code thing *grin*