My room mate likes to keep the room at a temperature so cold that I feel the need to wear socks. One way to look at this is that people that are natives of Colorado are pussies for thinking 75/80 is hot. The other is that I'm a pussy for thinking 60 is cold enough to require sock wearing. I hate him for making me think this.
If I play my music loud enough I can't hear the people outside their dorm talking. This keeps me from feeling like a loser for being inside mine.
I've recently discovered that I don't like it when people I don't know well see me shave. Why are you watching me anyway?
I was surprised my car wasn't towed this morning. It was a great feeling.
I've started taking the bus regularly and I'm actually starting to really like it. The ride is long enough to where I can unwind and listen to a few great songs before/after classes, but short enough for me to still arrive on time.
Working out a mile plus above sea-level is much more difficult than working out ten feet above it. Sadly the result of doing either is generally the same.
When you have to go out and get your food eating becomes just as much an annoyance as it is a necessity.
It's hard to look cool while you're running. It's IMPOSSIBLE to look cool while running after a bus in sandals and holding a notebook.
Another thing about riding the bus is all the attractive girls in close proximity. I tend to fall in love at least a few times per ride. So far I've let each of them get away. I figure it'll be better if I ever write a memoir to have as many lost loves as possible.
Supposedly Colorado has 300 days of sun a year. So far the three days I've been here have been overcast. I sure hope we're not using all of our cloudy weather up.
God doesn't hate me, he just likes poking my life with a stick. For example, my bored room mate is singing along to various pop songs loudly and off key. I've never had my ear drums burst but I feel like now might be likely time for that to happen.
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