6:30 PM
I've been sitting on my bed for almost two hours and I have no idea what I've been doing. My computer has been in front of me the whole time but, having nothing to show for myself, and not remembering anything, I have to assume that, this whole time... I've been doing absolutely nothing. My stomach is also very perturbed because I've just realized that not only am i hungry, but i might actually be starving. it really isnt a pleasant feeling. is this what starving feels like? is this what The Starving Kids in Africa feel like? Wow. I can see how this maybe might not be the best way to live. but food involves effort, and effort involves, or can be defined as... something im not willing to give at the moment. And anyway, as the facebook world already knows:
the only food items I own are 8 sleeves of saltine crackers and half a box of cookie dough poptarts.
7:17 PM
...seven sleeves of saltine crackers.
7:23 PM
I'm in the kitchen. How did i get here you might ask? Well you can ask, but i feel like you shouldn't be asking because this is my blog and I make the rules and really you have no alternative but to just listen to me. You shouldnt be asking questions about things that I'm not interested in. anyways im in the kitchen and Roommate Frances is baking Banana bread. This excites me for two reasons:
1. Banana bread is not saltine crackers.
2. Banana bread is also not cookie dough poptarts.
But to be fair and logical about all this, there are chocolate chips in the banana bread, and there are chocolate chips in the cookie dough poptarts, which make them... similar but really i guess not the same thing at all and i regret the pathetic end to which this section of this entry must come to.
7:43 PM
Roommate Frances is reading from her mythology book. no one is listening to her. and by no one, i mean me. and by noo one i also mean Roommate Zac, who is making small noises that I really dont want to attempt to describe because he just told me im not allowed to blog about him, which brings an abrupt end to this section as well. I really need to get better at ending things.
8:14 PM
I'm lying on my bed. I'm actually naked. Is that a taboo thing to say? It seems I'm unconcerned. Well I guess I am a bit concerned. I just needed to express that I understand this is going to make a few people uncomfortable. The problem with that, though, is that (if I'm thinking optimistically) a few people is exactly how many people read my blog. So a few is everyone. So now everyone is uncomfortable, and on top of that, Ive lost my train of thought. Back on topic: I'm naked, this is weird to say, and a weird thing to be, i guess, but I am. and here's why.
I just took a shower. And I'm lazy. My stepmom just slandered me on facebook by suggesting that I'm too lazy to walk to the grocery store that I live about 20 feet from. Really? you think that's lazy? I just had to walk all the way from the bathroom to MY room. Sometimes there are obstacles. Sometimes I leave all my shoes outside my door because they are snowy and i don't want to ruin the fake wood flooring in my room so i leave them there. and though im sure some of them are dry because they've been there for a few days [or maybe weeks, who keeps track of these things when stepmoms arent around], i cant like... put them away. Because [and back to my point] I'm lazy. So I've showered, walked all the way to my room, and now you want me to put on clothes? TOO MUCH ACTION REQUIRED. BRAIN IMPLODING.
I've just given Roommate Drew one of my cookie dough poptarts. I'm not rationing very well. I attribute this to the fact that normally I don't even have food to ration, so it's not surprise that I'm so terrible at it. I was just trying to be nice! I guess you can't effectively ration and be nice at the same time.
8:30 PM
Roommate Frances is clawing at my door and screaming BANANA BREAD approximately 3,458 times. This annoying because 3,458 times is kind of a lot to repeat only two words in sucession and also because im still naked and feel a little bit awkward about the fact that I cant open the door right now. It's making me seem a little anti social. That's why people dont open doors. because they are either naked or antisocial. and i dont think im particularly antisocial. holy shit she probably thinks im naked. which i guess is fair. since i am. I return downstairs (fully clothed) to be confronted by Roommate Zac who tells me that I dyed my hair (I dyed my hair two days ago), or more specifically, my hair looks different than it did when I was downstairs before. He amends this statement by saying "Maybe it's because you had a hat on before." Maybe.
That makes it sound like I'm uncertain of whether i was wearing a hat or not. I was. I was wearing a hat. I feel the need to mention my stepmother again because she gave me the hat i was wearing and it is awesome. But anyways when i said "maybe" i was just being sarcastic and a little bit like... an asshole.
Roommate Frances is reading about mythology again. She commends me on my ability to tune things out. I commend myself on my ability to not be interested in anything that's not directly related to me.
She seems to be adopting some sort of nondescript accent. Or maybe it was just for that one sentence. Oh wait nope its back. But it's changed. And I'm just realizing she's changing her voice and crescendo-ing and being more or less dramatic with each new sentence. This is a strange and exciting turn of events. Roommate Frances and Roommate Zac are asking Roommate Katie where she is as if she can hear them. I should probably mention at this point that Roommate Katie isn't here. i dont know whats going on. there is talk of telepathic communication waves and i'm losing interest because they are talking about things not directly related to me. and that's boring.
8:49 PM
You know, I don't recall Roommate Drew even thanking me for those poptarts. That's a little bit rude, in my ever so humble (but really kind of pompous) opinion.
9:08 PM
OH MY GOD. There is talk of food delivery. I gotta go.
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