My roommate, the obsessive compulsive stoner, loves American Idol. The house carries sound like a motherf*cker so I get to listen to him review his TiVo-ed copy.
Awesome.
It's hard to concentrate through all the noise. I don't want to call him a fag and offend all fags. That would just be wrong. But he is kind of "off" for liking that show. I didn't know people actually watched American Idol. I thought that FOX made up the ratings. I guess I was wrong.
The latest and greatest is that he has a friend living in the sitting room. The TV is on 24/7 and there is always a wiff of dope in the air. Yes, I live in a dope den. And for someone who is obsessed about the cleanliness of his kitchen, my roommate does'nt seem to much care that there is a gaping hole in the sitting room wall. Good stuff.
I spent this last weekend in Grapevine, avoiding my roommate situation and the 1st draft of my Masters Professional Report. I've moved past this weekend and now I'm avoiding writing the draft in the evening. Just don't want to do it. I'd rather just hang out, go for a walk. It makes me all nervous to think about the end of this semester. I wish it were already here, but I know it's not that easy. I've got to do the work and be done with it. But still... it's a crap way to spend your evenings.
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