Nothing much to report
So Satan’s leaving for the weekend (woohoo) and N (our other roommate) is having his 19th b-day bash in the back of our apartment. His friend made fliers and a youtube video and freaks me out, I don’t want a bunch of freaks and skater punks here. I just hope it doesn’t get out of hand, I’m locking my room for sure and Satan entrusted me with his key to his room.
By the by on the Satan note, he’s been dubbing this week as “Home Improvement Week.” Which includes, painting (some) of his room, aka spilling white paint all over the wood floors and on his bed and all his shit. and actually that’s the only thing he’s done. >.< GAWD!!! I can’t wait to moooove!
School tomorrow morning... shoot me now. When can it be time for my 3 month summer? Now? Please???
R and I are doing a massive amount of laundry tonight and the sound of the washer and dryer clunking and murmuring are soothing.
By the by on the Satan note, he’s been dubbing this week as “Home Improvement Week.” Which includes, painting (some) of his room, aka spilling white paint all over the wood floors and on his bed and all his shit. and actually that’s the only thing he’s done. >.< GAWD!!! I can’t wait to moooove!
School tomorrow morning... shoot me now. When can it be time for my 3 month summer? Now? Please???
R and I are doing a massive amount of laundry tonight and the sound of the washer and dryer clunking and murmuring are soothing.
Laundry = Butt ton of quarters!!!
<3 Baby Ninja
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