alohra

Damn and double damn. I just hate cleaning my room. I've watched almost the entire 6 hours of Angels in America and I'm stil not done. It's getting there, though. There's just a little bit more to do. I just abhore hanging-up clothes, which is one of the tasks that I have yet to accomplish. The closet which my college has provided me with is just NOT BIG ENOUGH!! If I could get ahold of a divided double without a roommate, I might be able to use the smaller of the two rooms as a closet and that might hold all of my many clothes. I'm also running out of space on my walls for all my knick-knackey stuff. I'm definetly a huge pack-rat. That word always reminds me of this rat that I used to have. His name was Burnette after the actress Carol Burnette and he died of a brain tumor. Anytime I'd take him out, he'd run over to a piece of clothing, or blanket and he'd started kneading it like he was trying to pack it in. When I was little, I didn't realize that "pack-rat" had any kind of figurative meaning. I also thought that being "in the doghouse" meant that you were acting like a dog, because I would sleep with my hand hanging over the edge of the bed and my brother would sneak in and bite my hand really hard in the night. My mom would always say that he was in the doghouse, but it made sense to me in a literal way. Isn't it weird how there can be a word that you'd swear you'd never heard before and then once you learn the word, you hear it non-stop? That always weirds me out, like perhaps I just glazed over the word before when it entered conversation. I wonder how many words there are like that. I think the number must be decreasing. Hmmm, well, maybe not, now that I'm at this pretentious school.
Absinthe and I are getting prospies (prospective students visiting our college), who are staying with us overnight. We must take advantage of this opportunity. I don't believe that we've come up with anything TOO devious, but we've got a few tricks up our sleeves. Hopefully they'll be super-cool and we can just go out for a night on the town, and go partying, but more likely than not, they'll be total squares. I remember when I prospied for the first time, the other prospies in my group were uber-lame and only wanted to do homework and call their parents. I struck out on my own and made PLENTY of mischief. Oh, yeah, so...that's the reason that I've been cleaning my room. I always thought that I'd be clean once I got into college. Apparently that's not the case. Old habits die hard. Only 33 days until Winter Break!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait. A month and a half without stress will be bliss. I have to find a job, though. hmmm...perhaps I can get a job at the Christmas ornament store.
Update on the prospie later.
The End.