Friday, July 30, 2004

 I just spent over half an hour staring at two squirrels play fight over an acorn. It was soooo cuuuute. Once again proving what happens when I get way too much sleep the night before -- I get freaky. Sleep deprivation keeps me distracted, punchy, and less weird. Squirrels, dude, wtf.

Roomie is leaving Saturday to go home for a month. His friend - a girl - is moving in for the month because she can't stand her own roommates. My first introduction to the girl: being startled from a chat session by a high-pitched, melodramatic, obnoxious scream that sent me out the door to see what was happening. And what was happening? She had seen a fly. Oh, sorry, a huge fly. I have nothing against flies. My squealy squeamish girlie girl moments are reserved for spiders so I guess I can sort of understand where she's coming from. But she's a theater major and if it turns out she's inexcusably prone to histrionics, we may have a problem next month. (Oooh, another excuse for a vacation in September! Like I needed another one.)

In other apartment news, the PoohBro is using the PoohApartment for his sekrit rendezvous with a "friend." (I kid because it's supposedly a guy friend and probably a weekend of crushed beer cans and luring unsuspecting girls to a "party" than any kind of "friend" stuff. *blink*) I'm not going to be around that much, what with working on freaking Saturday, but it'll be the most action the apartment's seen since... well, let's just say for awhile. And as usual, any and all action will happen when I'm absent. Story of my life, it seems... not that I want to be there for any PoohBro action cuz that's just disgusting. (I joke, because he's a good kid... I think)

|| posted by Pooh at 6:28 PM ... ||

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