i had a pretty big test today in Philosophy, so i was up all night studying, and while i was walkin around, just killin time, because i needed a break from aristotle, the Buddha, and tryin to fix the stupid water sprinkler, i walked in the garage and noticed that there was a garage door open and a car halfway stickin out of it so i couldn’t close it.
i told my roommate (thats kinda wierd, i have a roommate) to pull in his car so that I could close his garage. it was like 12 midnight, not an unreasonable request… he tells me he’s gonna do it, and yet, an hour later (1 o’clock for those of you not keeping track) his car is still pokin out of the garage and the door still isn’t shut.
i go downstairs to see what the fuh, and he tells me he’s leaving, so i told him to either leave quick or pull his car in or he’s gonna hafta buy new whatever was stolen. he gets all huffy and says ‘fine, i’ll pay for whatever gets stolen’ and i leave, somewhat satisfied. about a half an hour later, my girlfriend comes in and tells me that he (the roommate) just walked in on some drunk guy tryin to steal my girlies bike! he feels pretty bad about it, but i have to be sure this guy isn’t passed out in the back yard or something, so i go back there, and while i’m playing vigilante through the neighborhood, the wind catches the front door (mostly glass) and slams it shut, breaking the window.
so… recap…
test today
issues with roommate
attempted burglary
busted front door
couldnt sleep AT ALL
poopy huh =( dont you just love blogs?!? long stories with no point at all! =D