"What about a limerick?" - George Carlin
Call it stress, but I almost cracked in history today. Not a crying fit mind you, I almost started bursting out laughing. We were given back our second book review today. The one that was on the 500 page book that I only read 30 pages of and wrote the entire 5 page essay in roughly 2 hours. Yeah. I flipped to the back page, saw 91% and almost burst out laughing! That really...sucks. Not the grade, but that I can do that. It's not good. It's just reinforcing my bad habit. And although I don't want to fail a paper, one of these days I think I need to.
Anyway, I was in a sort of sing-songy mood today. No particular song was stuck in my head, but I was bouncy. I usually get like that when I'm really tired. I don't know why. But it inspired me to write some limericks during history and philosophy class (yes, I write poetry...not always good, but poetry). So I would like to share them. I wouldn't call either of them deep (because limericks are supposed to be funny) but one I guess is serious if you'd like to call it that, and the other is light:
::cue bongos::
When it comes to affairs of the heart,
Sometimes things just fall apart.
Repair them with glue,
Or create them anew,
But they won't be the same as the start.
and
Why is it that time won't pass
As I sit in philosophy class?
The words of Tao-Ching
Aren't interesting things
So I think I will go kick his ass.
Ok, so they suck. At least they kept me awake during class.
That was pretty much my day so far. Improv workshop tonight should be a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to that.
Oh yeah, my room is out of toilet paper. Honestly the girls I live with are gross. And rude. And inconsiderate. And I mean to a ridiculous standard. They are now using paper towels that they pile on the overflowing trashcan. Fuck it, I'm hoarding my tissues. Is there anywhere to buy toilet paper on campus? I called my mom last week to bring some up. She brought up 16 rolls. 16 rolls for 4 people in one week! Something tells me that's not right. I don't know who it is who's being such a fucking pig, but I really need them to stop. Honestly, and I know this sounds dumb, but they won't even change the roll if they used the last of the toilet paper. I left them a note to please be considerate and do so (because I'm not exaggerating when I say I was the only one doing it) and so their response to it was: instead of leaving an empty toilet paper roll on the ring, they'd use one down to the last sheet and leave it there with one little sheet of toilet paper left. What kind of fucking slobs did I get stuck with? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!?!?! And I know I'm neat. I don't force anyone else to be. But something tells me this is not that much to ask. I'm the only one who replaces toilet paper rolls, I'm the only one who empties the overflowing trashcan even if I didn't use it (girls you know what I mean), the only reason we didn't run out of toilet paper a week ago was because of me, and the last time the bathroom was cleaned was by me. There are 4 fucking girls who live here. Something tells me this is wrong.
Sorry, that seems really petty (and bitchy) but it's been in me for a while. My problems are not that superficial, but at this point my real problems are not things I want to be posting over the internet. So you get stuck with a bathroom rant! Doesn't that make you feel special?
Megan came to visit me unexpectidly which was very nice. It was a much better surprise than Greg visiting me at 8:15 this morning. That was not welcomed so well. So Megan and I got to have a mini-heart-to-heart which really helped me out. I hope it helped out her too. Support always helps. And at least my story made her laugh...like hell. Like I said before: it's a sitcom, people. All that there's left to do is sit back and wait for next week's episode...
LaTeR
Anyway, I was in a sort of sing-songy mood today. No particular song was stuck in my head, but I was bouncy. I usually get like that when I'm really tired. I don't know why. But it inspired me to write some limericks during history and philosophy class (yes, I write poetry...not always good, but poetry). So I would like to share them. I wouldn't call either of them deep (because limericks are supposed to be funny) but one I guess is serious if you'd like to call it that, and the other is light:
::cue bongos::
When it comes to affairs of the heart,
Sometimes things just fall apart.
Repair them with glue,
Or create them anew,
But they won't be the same as the start.
and
Why is it that time won't pass
As I sit in philosophy class?
The words of Tao-Ching
Aren't interesting things
So I think I will go kick his ass.
Ok, so they suck. At least they kept me awake during class.
That was pretty much my day so far. Improv workshop tonight should be a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to that.
Oh yeah, my room is out of toilet paper. Honestly the girls I live with are gross. And rude. And inconsiderate. And I mean to a ridiculous standard. They are now using paper towels that they pile on the overflowing trashcan. Fuck it, I'm hoarding my tissues. Is there anywhere to buy toilet paper on campus? I called my mom last week to bring some up. She brought up 16 rolls. 16 rolls for 4 people in one week! Something tells me that's not right. I don't know who it is who's being such a fucking pig, but I really need them to stop. Honestly, and I know this sounds dumb, but they won't even change the roll if they used the last of the toilet paper. I left them a note to please be considerate and do so (because I'm not exaggerating when I say I was the only one doing it) and so their response to it was: instead of leaving an empty toilet paper roll on the ring, they'd use one down to the last sheet and leave it there with one little sheet of toilet paper left. What kind of fucking slobs did I get stuck with? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!?!?! And I know I'm neat. I don't force anyone else to be. But something tells me this is not that much to ask. I'm the only one who replaces toilet paper rolls, I'm the only one who empties the overflowing trashcan even if I didn't use it (girls you know what I mean), the only reason we didn't run out of toilet paper a week ago was because of me, and the last time the bathroom was cleaned was by me. There are 4 fucking girls who live here. Something tells me this is wrong.
Sorry, that seems really petty (and bitchy) but it's been in me for a while. My problems are not that superficial, but at this point my real problems are not things I want to be posting over the internet. So you get stuck with a bathroom rant! Doesn't that make you feel special?
Megan came to visit me unexpectidly which was very nice. It was a much better surprise than Greg visiting me at 8:15 this morning. That was not welcomed so well. So Megan and I got to have a mini-heart-to-heart which really helped me out. I hope it helped out her too. Support always helps. And at least my story made her laugh...like hell. Like I said before: it's a sitcom, people. All that there's left to do is sit back and wait for next week's episode...
LaTeR
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