Sorry for the delay in posting, as the anniversary celebration threw me into such a twaddle, I have only just yet recovered.
My summer days are filled with the monotony of work, except it is work that is not actually work, but me sitting in a room, answering phone calls where people ask me questions that I have no idea to the answer, and transferring said call to one of two people. Sometimes I shred papers. But not before reading what I'm shredding. I watched "Erin Brokovitch" so I know the value of that! Fear not Drexel, any pre-meditated pollution that the English department is trying to hide, I will uncover as the whistle-blower!
Anyways, I spend most of my free time of not knowing anything by facebooking, AIMing (no one's on because of class) and reading "Le Morte D'Arthur" for this Arthurian Legends class I'm psyched on taking this fall. I'll probably end up dropping though. Boo me and my science major.
I just moved into my apartment and it's awesome except for the fact that I can't live in my room just yet because of the flood that damaged the carpet last month. After complaining to management, maintenance stopped by yesterday. I'm so freaked out that they'll pop in someday when I'm in the shower or not there at all and start snidely commenting on my poster collection, or worse, start moving all my stuff out of the room and drop my suitcase filled with outerwear and unmentionables. Then they'd have to pick up all that stuff and I wouldn't even know about it!
I couldn't really sleep last night, what with watching some of Gilmore Girls, season 3 and cooking dinner. So I broke down boxes. I washed dishes. I dried dishes. I put my receipts in one pile, organized by date. Sleep still wouldn't come. Even after doing all of this in a Norah Jones setting. So I pulled out the cell and started copying out numbers of people I wouldn't want to lose in case my phone ever combusted in front of me (totally possible by the way). Totally fucked that up when I skipped a spot in my agenda so everyone's number was in the wrong spot. Enter WiteOut. Redid all numbers. STILL NOT SLEEPY. Meh I need my roommates to come back from vacation.
The major plus in all of this is a fully equipped kitchen around. My dietary plan has definitely improved.
Breakfast: dunkin' doughnuts hazelnut coffee with half of a cornbread muffin
Lunch: Honey bunches of Oats
Tea: More coffee with the other half of the cornbread muffin.
Dinner: 1 slice of French pizza bread, steamed mixed vegetables, and those awesome wafers with chocolate inside them. Downed with coffee and then milk.
4 comments:
I wrote most of this post and Anna is claiming it was her!!!
Its like your my twin , except I don't eat oat anything or flavored coffees.
erin brokovitch, just added to my need to rent list. also i am petrified someone will break into my house when im in the shower. bc what would you do? grab a towel or run like hell? and i might be wayyy behind but have you stayed in the city all summer?
mrs. gillies, you know you're my twin...or we live in overlapping universes, hence our incredible similarity. The lack of hazelnut coffee is the most distinct difference I'm afraid. Oh well, no harm, no foul.
well mer, i almost had the chance to find out today when the fire alarm went off just as I was about to get into shower. I chose to follow someone until I found where the stairs were and paraded myself in front of all the tenants in my bright red christmas pj pants and oversized t-shirt. Great prep for the break-in situation. I would definitely recommend the running like hell. But keep a pair of emergency jeans on hand. Oh and yeah I've been in Philly all summer.
I had a friend who would only live in a house where the floor plan was a complete circle so that if a murder did get in you could run the other way and escape. No lie.
So my recommendation is always have an escape route in mind. Like now when I go places unfortunatley after all the freaky killings, Always check out those around you and find the escape routes. Crazy people are among us.
now that Im upped the paranoia a notch or two, relax.
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