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tabular_rasaOf course he's a king; he hasn't got shit all over him. -Monty Python and the Holy Grail
I am pissed off because I cannot take a shower until 7:00 tomorrow morning-- and I haven't had one since Tuesday night. They are replacing the tiles in the bathrooms, and, so, not only are the toilets missing--and strewn about in random locations such as my little brother's room, note:
. . . the grout is drying, so I cannot take a shower. No one told me that I might have been able to take a shower this morning if I had woken up at 5:00 in the morning (which I would have willingly, albeit awkwardly, done), so everyone else is showered, and stupid Tory-with-friends-actually-here-home-for-the-holidays has been staying overnight at people's houses this whole time and has been suitably clean.
My options include:
1) Going up to the lake, turning on the water (which I just now learned how to do from Dad), and taking a freezing shower in a freezing house.
2) Driving to Elcona and taking a shower in the ladies' golf locker room, and looking really dumb.
3) Calling Kristina or Alice and seeing if they'll loan me a shower, even though that's really awkward-- but Tiffany doesn't have a house here, Nichole is in FL (on her way-ish, I do believe . . . ), Jessica is in NC (or on he way back, perhaps, by now-ish, I don't know . . . ), and I haven't talked to Liz all break and that would be weird to just call her up and ask her to use her shower after no other friendly conversation-- and that would just be really awkward to ask Robert to use his shower, lol . . .
I love how "dirty," is actually a mood, on this thing, lol . . . I wonder if they mean it in another sense, though . . .
No . . . it's just crying. Okay, it's not devious/sexual or anything like that-- but I guess that doesn't rule out traitorous-dirty, though, either . . .
Napolean thought this was hot?
In other news, however, I had a very pleasant mini-Christmas yesterday when I went over to visit Nichole and Kristina at Kristina's house. I got a very cute little stuffed llama toy named Brian who is very soft and dances to the Safety Dance (okay, I just made that part up, but it's a very important part of his identity), The Life of Brian on DVD (hence, the llama's name being Brian ^_^), a recording of the opera Romeo and Juliet by Gounod-- the one that I wanted to go see in Indianapolis but was unable to go to in time )-:-- a sampler of WWII wartime love songs-- the sentimental kind ^_^-- a Japanese haiku/screenpaintings calendar, and one of those giant, super-hard jawbreakers, which was really pretty like a geod or a cross-section of a star as we hacked it up into tiny, mouth-sized bits with a hammer on the floor of Kristina's room.
When I got home, too, Mom pulled out yet another late Christmas gift that she had forgotten in the closet or wherever (silly Santa Claus, lol . . . ). I am now the proud owner of a pair of K-mart version ugg boots. I'm happy; they're very warm, and the really cool part is that they match my coat perfectly. The beige of the boots is the same color as my coat, and the fluffy filling and patterns around the edges are the same off-white color as the patterns on my coat that you can barely see ^_^ they really complement each other, lol . . .
Anyway, one of Neil's Christmas presents was four tickets to two Notre Dame basketball games, so Tory and I went along with Neil and Dad last night since Neil doesn't have any friends, apparently, lol . . . It really wasn't that bad; I was expecting to be bored out of my mind, but basketball moves quickly and I actually understand it (so unlike football, lol . . . ), even if I don't like playing it at all. Notre Dame won, so I guess that helped, too; otherwise, Neil would be unbearable to live with for about eight years, because he complains about everything. He is going to give himself a heart attack before the age of thirty . . .
Well, perhaps I will, too, but, oh well . . .
. . . and now both Keith and Tory have informed me via IM that they are showering. DARN YOU CLEAN PEOPLE!!! Lol . . .
I am pissed off because I cannot take a shower until 7:00 tomorrow morning-- and I haven't had one since Tuesday night. They are replacing the tiles in the bathrooms, and, so, not only are the toilets missing--and strewn about in random locations such as my little brother's room, note:
. . . the grout is drying, so I cannot take a shower. No one told me that I might have been able to take a shower this morning if I had woken up at 5:00 in the morning (which I would have willingly, albeit awkwardly, done), so everyone else is showered, and stupid Tory-with-friends-actually-here-home-for-the-holidays has been staying overnight at people's houses this whole time and has been suitably clean.
My options include:
1) Going up to the lake, turning on the water (which I just now learned how to do from Dad), and taking a freezing shower in a freezing house.
2) Driving to Elcona and taking a shower in the ladies' golf locker room, and looking really dumb.
3) Calling Kristina or Alice and seeing if they'll loan me a shower, even though that's really awkward-- but Tiffany doesn't have a house here, Nichole is in FL (on her way-ish, I do believe . . . ), Jessica is in NC (or on he way back, perhaps, by now-ish, I don't know . . . ), and I haven't talked to Liz all break and that would be weird to just call her up and ask her to use her shower after no other friendly conversation-- and that would just be really awkward to ask Robert to use his shower, lol . . .
I love how "dirty," is actually a mood, on this thing, lol . . . I wonder if they mean it in another sense, though . . .
No . . . it's just crying. Okay, it's not devious/sexual or anything like that-- but I guess that doesn't rule out traitorous-dirty, though, either . . .
Napolean thought this was hot?
In other news, however, I had a very pleasant mini-Christmas yesterday when I went over to visit Nichole and Kristina at Kristina's house. I got a very cute little stuffed llama toy named Brian who is very soft and dances to the Safety Dance (okay, I just made that part up, but it's a very important part of his identity), The Life of Brian on DVD (hence, the llama's name being Brian ^_^), a recording of the opera Romeo and Juliet by Gounod-- the one that I wanted to go see in Indianapolis but was unable to go to in time )-:-- a sampler of WWII wartime love songs-- the sentimental kind ^_^-- a Japanese haiku/screenpaintings calendar, and one of those giant, super-hard jawbreakers, which was really pretty like a geod or a cross-section of a star as we hacked it up into tiny, mouth-sized bits with a hammer on the floor of Kristina's room.
When I got home, too, Mom pulled out yet another late Christmas gift that she had forgotten in the closet or wherever (silly Santa Claus, lol . . . ). I am now the proud owner of a pair of K-mart version ugg boots. I'm happy; they're very warm, and the really cool part is that they match my coat perfectly. The beige of the boots is the same color as my coat, and the fluffy filling and patterns around the edges are the same off-white color as the patterns on my coat that you can barely see ^_^ they really complement each other, lol . . .
Anyway, one of Neil's Christmas presents was four tickets to two Notre Dame basketball games, so Tory and I went along with Neil and Dad last night since Neil doesn't have any friends, apparently, lol . . . It really wasn't that bad; I was expecting to be bored out of my mind, but basketball moves quickly and I actually understand it (so unlike football, lol . . . ), even if I don't like playing it at all. Notre Dame won, so I guess that helped, too; otherwise, Neil would be unbearable to live with for about eight years, because he complains about everything. He is going to give himself a heart attack before the age of thirty . . .
Well, perhaps I will, too, but, oh well . . .
. . . and now both Keith and Tory have informed me via IM that they are showering. DARN YOU CLEAN PEOPLE!!! Lol . . .
