March 24, 2003 :: 9:18 a.m.
I think she's going to have eggs
Adam got the first song off of this album stuck in my head at breakfast this morning, so naturally I'm driven to listen to it over and over again until I go insane. Such is my obsessive little brain. This band's singer makes me laugh, because he has a weird lispy thing going on. I do like them, though. Although it pains me to admit it, I do enjoy some so-called "emo" bands. I still hate that label, though. All music is emotional. If it isn't, it's flat and empty like midi-fied elevator muzak. So calling something emo is sort of redundant, I think.
Anyway. Adam's roommate's weird little boyfriend is staying here until Friday, which is both good and bad. It's good because it means that I get to sleep with Adam alllllll week long. This makes me happy beyond belief. However, when the week is over and he goes back to sleeping in his own room 5 nights a week, I think I may have some issues getting to sleep all by my lonesome. This situation is bad in a bunch of other ways, though. His roommate reeks in a horrible way, and his boyfriend doesn't smell a whole lot better, so going into Adam's room is like entering a toxic waste disposal plant. By the end of the week, we very well may have to deem it a lost cause and call in a hazmat squad to burn everything up. Also, the whole arrangement is a huge inconvenience for him. He has papers to write and books to read, neither of which will be easily done in his very much occupied bedroom. So while it's a happy thing for me to get a sleep-in Adam for a whole week, I do feel very bad for him. His roommate is incredibly inconsiderate. Almost more so than he is stinky, even.
In keeping with the roommate subject, the time has come for me to say something that, if you're read any of my entries at all in the last bunch of months, seems to defy all logic and reason. But it has to be said, because one must give credit where credit is due.
Emily can be okay sometimes.
Take a deep breath and calm yourself. The apocalypse has not yet arrived; it's just that sometimes, very occasionally, she can be a decent human being. And no, I am not drunk. Last night I had to ask her if Adam can sleep over every night this week, and she actually found his situation to be amusing (as do I, in that car wreck kind of way) and totally understood and said it's fine if he sleeps here. I was very relieved to avoid having to push the issue, and I was also struck by a foreign and somewhat uncomfortable sense of amity. Who knew?
But I still want to bash her skull in with my borrowed mini-shovel when she and Goth Boy play Straddle the Horsie and giggle up a storm when I'm in the room. Because I do not need to see anyone straddling anyone, especially these two, and because her laugh makes me want to show up Van Gogh by cutting off both of my ears off. So fear not - I still do not like her. I will never like her. It was just a small moment where I didn't want terrible thing to befall her, and it passed as quickly as it came. I promise new and improved roommate rants in the very near future. As if anyone really wants more of that.
Erm... I just accidentally hit enter and updated this thing before it was finished. And now it feels weird to write anything else in it, so I'm just going to spell check it and then leave it alone. I'll update later, possibly with an amusing picture of some sort.
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