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Ugh - was it really only 60 degrees last week or the week before? What has happened??? I'm so not used to 90 degree weather - and no air conditioning!!! I know - I've only had a/c at home for 4 years, but I spoil quickly, what do you want? It's not as bad as at home, I suppose. At home, when it's 90 outside, it's about 100 inside. Here, it's about 80 inside - plus I have a fan. And at home, it doesn't cool down at night - while here, it's already under 70. Yay!!! Tomorrow it will be hot again, but at least I won't be stuck on the second floor of Upson - I feel like I can't breathe when I'm there. Ugh. I suppose I'll be spending the majority of the afternoon sunning and making more phone calls to CT. Yay for me.
I'm so glad the week is over, though. I hate having 2 assignments due on Thursdays - it really sucks. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, though. That was the worst part of my week, and perhaps it would have been a little easier to manage had a trip to Wegmans and dinner with Amy not been a four hour affair on Tuesday. What are you gonna do, though? My friends are back in town, so I need to spend time with them to make up for the 2 weeks I sat around doing nothing.
Here's a weird event from last night. I'm in my kitchen, killing bugs. It's 1:30 in the morning. I've given up on stats homework, because I was just too tired to continue - besides, it wasn't due until 2:30 the following afternoon. I hear tapping at my window. Not my kitchen window, because there's a landing, but the window of the landing. I go out there, and there's a drunk guy on the roof. Yes, on the roof. Asking me mine, telling me where he lives (in one of the other apartments in the house I live in), trying to get me to go onto the roof and go over to meet his friends. It's was very, very strange. I don't even think he told me his name. I think he might have been cute, but I'm not sure, given the fact that he was drunk and it was dark. I would hate to say that he was cute and later find out that I misjudged in my tired and not very perceptive state. Ahh, the joys of being in college, living on your own. I'd never have these kind of adventures at home.
- Lizzardie, at 10:54 PM
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