Our walls must be made of swiss cheese
December 9, 2005 – 7:15 amDue to a gaping whole in the back wall of the cabinet under our kitchen sink, Michele and I can smell our neighbor smoking. A month ago, before her and I quit smoking ourselves, neither of us would have ever noticed – even though we don’t smoke in the apartment. Her grandmother would come over to check on things (she owns the place), and would ask if we had been smoking inside. Now we know why.
One of my life theories continues to prove itself true. The theory, without being overly scientific since it’s really just a trend I’ve noticed, states that within a group of peers, there shall be no time during which all can be simultaneously happy. That’s just not cool. And I wish that there was something I could do about it.
I took my American Government final online last night, my Biology final is on Saturday, my Elementary Algebra final is Monday (I think), and my Intro to Programming final is on Tuesday. I can’t wait to get those fuckers out of the way and relax for the holidays.
I’m giving Tom back the 240sx. Michele will be using her AAA membership to have it towed to his house. I’m gonna try and convince him to turn it into a trackslut. It would be cool to have a legitimate project like that. You know, actually work on a vehicle because you want to, not because you need to get to work.
