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honoumikoSo, I don't think I've updated since the craziness.
Thursday night/Friday morning:
Okay, it's 2AM, and I realize "crap, I should go to bed. But I'm kind of hungry." So I ask Lauren, who just came in from the lounge (but would go back out in about two seconds) "hey, can I make myself a peanut butter sandwich?" After all they were her ingredients. She said yes, and I proceeded to eat.
Not a few minutes later, I see something scurry across the floor.
Dorotea is asleep, and somehow sleeps through me freaking out. So I can't find my glasses for the next ten minutes or so, but I'm in the lobby and start saying something just ran across the floor. Lauren is horribly sleep deprived and freaks out a bit but thinks it's more funny than anything and wants to keep it as a pet. People in the lounge say it's probably a mouse, and I said "yeah, I think it was about that size." So I'm afraid to go back in. I don't know what kind of diseases the thing has. And of course when I tried to show Lauren, it wasn't there. So whatever, a few minutes later I peek back in and look, and (now that I'd found my glasses) it's a COCKROACH. It's about two and a half inches long, so I call out to the lobby and Patricia comes in carrying her flip flop in her hand and whops it. I RESPECT that. That thing was huge. She said it was about normal...
Anyway, so after that I couldn't really sleep that easily, so I hung out with Lauren as she finished her paper. Then I got to bed around 5AM, with an 8:30 class that morning. It sucked.
I didn't nap, mind you.
So that night we went to the Inner Harbor, my personal quest being to find roach motels. But, to my dismay, by the time we got out of dinner, all the stores were closed (except for Bath and Body Works, which was nice and let us in late). So, we retired back home (Charles Street this time - and no one hit us up for money!), without any roach motels. And then David calls. The conversation went something like this:
David: Hey, we're going to Wal-Mart, do you need anything?
Me:.....*GASP* COULD YOU GET ME A ROACH MOTEL??? :D :D :D
David:...Um, sure... *cracking up*
Me: OH MY GOD! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!
David: Er, no problem...
I believe he later described my tone of voice as sounding like it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, and that I sounded like a little kid getting a huge toy.
So, we were bored, and we decided to watch some anime. I FINALLY saw an episode of Ranma!! I'd been wanting to for SO long and I finally did. FUNNY stuff. And then, we watched some of my first love - Tenchi. Oh, Tenchi, I'd abandoned you for so long for Chobits. But you were my first love, and I should never do that ever again. I fricking love you. Chobits too, but yeah. You're my old faithful.
Now, last week, Ian had never seen Princess Mononoke (yeah, I know, gasp. but you know I hadn't seen Ranma so it's all cool now), so we watched that. And a little ways through the movie, there was a small chatter going on that went something like this:
Dorotea: Ah, how old is Ashitaka, do you think?
Me: I'd guess about seventeen or so?
Dorotea: Ah. My age. *nod*
*both chuckle*
So the other night, a similar conversation occurred:
Dorotea: Ah, Tenchi, how old is he, do you think?
Ian: Maybe sixteen? I dunno.
Me: No, he's seventeen.
Dorotea: Ah. My age. *vigorous nod*
*Dorotea and I chuckle*
Ian: Well, how old is he by the end of the series?
Me: I think by the end of this box set, he's eighteen.
Ian: Oh, see, my age.
*pause*
Me: Dude, you can't say that.
*Dorotea and I start giggling like a bunch of thirteen-year-old girls, possibly out of an anime*
Ian: What the hell am I missing???
So he paused the DVD until we did. It was funny.
So yeah, we were up until 2:30 or so, and then I just can't fall straight asleep after having fun, so I got to bed late.
I also got to bed late last night... >_> haha.
And it is 10:30 and I have essentially not touched my homework.
I need to get back on some sort of schedule... O_o
THE END!
Thursday night/Friday morning:
Okay, it's 2AM, and I realize "crap, I should go to bed. But I'm kind of hungry." So I ask Lauren, who just came in from the lounge (but would go back out in about two seconds) "hey, can I make myself a peanut butter sandwich?" After all they were her ingredients. She said yes, and I proceeded to eat.
Not a few minutes later, I see something scurry across the floor.
Dorotea is asleep, and somehow sleeps through me freaking out. So I can't find my glasses for the next ten minutes or so, but I'm in the lobby and start saying something just ran across the floor. Lauren is horribly sleep deprived and freaks out a bit but thinks it's more funny than anything and wants to keep it as a pet. People in the lounge say it's probably a mouse, and I said "yeah, I think it was about that size." So I'm afraid to go back in. I don't know what kind of diseases the thing has. And of course when I tried to show Lauren, it wasn't there. So whatever, a few minutes later I peek back in and look, and (now that I'd found my glasses) it's a COCKROACH. It's about two and a half inches long, so I call out to the lobby and Patricia comes in carrying her flip flop in her hand and whops it. I RESPECT that. That thing was huge. She said it was about normal...
Anyway, so after that I couldn't really sleep that easily, so I hung out with Lauren as she finished her paper. Then I got to bed around 5AM, with an 8:30 class that morning. It sucked.
I didn't nap, mind you.
So that night we went to the Inner Harbor, my personal quest being to find roach motels. But, to my dismay, by the time we got out of dinner, all the stores were closed (except for Bath and Body Works, which was nice and let us in late). So, we retired back home (Charles Street this time - and no one hit us up for money!), without any roach motels. And then David calls. The conversation went something like this:
David: Hey, we're going to Wal-Mart, do you need anything?
Me:.....*GASP* COULD YOU GET ME A ROACH MOTEL??? :D :D :D
David:...Um, sure... *cracking up*
Me: OH MY GOD! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!
David: Er, no problem...
I believe he later described my tone of voice as sounding like it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, and that I sounded like a little kid getting a huge toy.
So, we were bored, and we decided to watch some anime. I FINALLY saw an episode of Ranma!! I'd been wanting to for SO long and I finally did. FUNNY stuff. And then, we watched some of my first love - Tenchi. Oh, Tenchi, I'd abandoned you for so long for Chobits. But you were my first love, and I should never do that ever again. I fricking love you. Chobits too, but yeah. You're my old faithful.
Now, last week, Ian had never seen Princess Mononoke (yeah, I know, gasp. but you know I hadn't seen Ranma so it's all cool now), so we watched that. And a little ways through the movie, there was a small chatter going on that went something like this:
Dorotea: Ah, how old is Ashitaka, do you think?
Me: I'd guess about seventeen or so?
Dorotea: Ah. My age. *nod*
*both chuckle*
So the other night, a similar conversation occurred:
Dorotea: Ah, Tenchi, how old is he, do you think?
Ian: Maybe sixteen? I dunno.
Me: No, he's seventeen.
Dorotea: Ah. My age. *vigorous nod*
*Dorotea and I chuckle*
Ian: Well, how old is he by the end of the series?
Me: I think by the end of this box set, he's eighteen.
Ian: Oh, see, my age.
*pause*
Me: Dude, you can't say that.
*Dorotea and I start giggling like a bunch of thirteen-year-old girls, possibly out of an anime*
Ian: What the hell am I missing???
So he paused the DVD until we did. It was funny.
So yeah, we were up until 2:30 or so, and then I just can't fall straight asleep after having fun, so I got to bed late.
I also got to bed late last night... >_> haha.
And it is 10:30 and I have essentially not touched my homework.
I need to get back on some sort of schedule... O_o
THE END!
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