Why am I listening to Miley Cyrus?
I just took the longest shower ever. It was so refreshing. Granted it was at 4:30am, which is a little bizarre. But I decided I should shower at this time always. It is very peaceful. And I probably could have walked around my apartment naked if I wanted. Which, let's be honest, I wanted to do. But I refrained, because Crasian surfaces from her room at odd times. Ever since the Torey Brown* incident of 2009, I haven't been able to enjoy naked time properly.
This snow has barricaded me in my apartment for the weekend. And Crasian has been singing like a banshee all day...with her door open, nonetheless. And then she moves around the house singing Heaven knows what and glides back into her room. I clearly was trying to nap when she went around asking the housemates if we had garbage to fill up the black bag she was toting. No Crasian, no.
Nancy is mad at Abby and I. Oy vey, when isn't she? I swear that snaggle-toothed vagina needs to calm down a bit. This morning Abby and I went to work at like 8. We were sent home at 10 to avoid disaster on the roads. Apparently our walking into the house woke up Nancy. She told our landlords about it, like we are children and needed to be tattled on. And I may have acted like a 5 year old and belted out some opera at the top of my lungs while standing in the kitchen after said occurrence. But I never claimed to be more mature than she is. And I don't take it back, because it was mind-blowing hysterical.
I have recently stumbled upon a website called Mormon Bachelor Pad. It seriously has been one of my favorite discoveries. Since today I was snowed in and had nothing better to do, I read all 7 or 8 months of posts. Lame, I know. But I was so relieved that normal Mormon guys actually exist. And that Mormons have a sense of humor like unto mine! I thought I was an anomaly. What kills me is that they get all these hateful comments condemning them to hell and calling them assholes. Which is probably the most hysterical thing I have ever heard.
Anyways, I was going to go on a tirade about how guys keep trying to use me for booty calls when they have girlfriends, fiances, wives, etc...but I am engaging in a very interesting conversation with Jeff, quite possibly the male equivalent of myself, and it is requiring my full attention at this moment. I normally can multi-task quite proficiently, but this late at night I struggle. Well, who am I kidding. Lately I just struggle in general.
*Torey Brown was my room roommate's best friend when I shared a room. She had this weird habit of sleeping in my bed whenever I went out of town or staying in my roommate's bed whenever she was out of town. The night of Spring Formal my room roommate was out on the couch, so I knew our room was safe for some quality NT (naked time). So I walked into the room, turned on the light, stripped down to my birthday suit, and enjoyed dancing around while picking out what pajamas I would wear. Our closet had 2 mirrored doors...just keep this in mind. Upon 10 or so minutes of good quality nakedness, I proceeded to put on my pajamas. As I turned toward my bed, a hand shot out from Julie's covers and turned off the computer monitor. Much to my horror Torey Brown had been in Julie's bed the ENTIRE time. She didn't even cough or make a rustle in the sheets to signify she was there. And whether or not the webcam (which frequently was in use by both Julie and Torey on a daily basis) was on, I knew not. But I shamefacedly turned off the light without saying a word and got into bed. As I closed my eyes, Torey said in a cheery voice "Goodnight Jenna." Needless to say...I got my own room after that semester.
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