I should preface this by saying I don't think the title will have much to do with this blog post whatsoever. Anywho, it's almost midnight and I'm listening to Cat Stevens and attempting to write a paper about the difference between current day Chicago and 1950's Chicago's sense of community. Cool story bro. Ran 83 miles this week (I'm including my 3 mile run tomorrow). That's pretty cool. Except I farted blood today, my testicles hurt when I walk, much less run, and my hip is tighter than a 2 year old. Disgusting language, but I did my best to use scientific terms.
Me and my friend (because F grammar, amirite?) just finished watching No Strings Attached. To quote a character from that movie, "I'm single as *vulgarity*". But Natalie Portman IS SO GOD DAMN ATTRACTIVE. It fills my heart with a whirlwind of emotions. I'm happy that there is such beauty in this world. Then I'm like "*vulgarity*, I'll never get that shit" and so I hate Natalie Portman for it. Got me a haircut today around 5. 7 hours later, I'm still digging hair out of my ear. DOUBLE YOU TEE EFF MATE?
I'm in a bit of a pickle. I told one guy I'd room with him and now he's pretty set on rooming with me, but my #2 choice of rooming just opened up and I'd really rather room with him. The other guy isn't really getting the hint that I don't want to room with him. However, I do actually flip flop between who I want to room with. Let me begin this with a list of things I want in a roommate.
THINGS I WANT:
1. Someone who stays up late on Saturday nights. Someone who hangs out, ya know?
#2 choice went to bed at 11:30ish. The other guy went to bed probably around 10 or 10:30. *vulgarity* me, amirite?
2. Someone who has brotalks, pillow talk, whatever you want to call it. When it's 10:00 on a weekday, time for bed, I want to be able to say "Hey man, this guy was a real douchebag today".
#2 choice is perfect for that. Other guy is way too quiet. Great listener, but not sure about talker. If I wanted a great listener, I'd talk to myself as I jack off. Or pray to God. As it happens, I went with the latter. Sorry, penis.
On one hand, you got the guy who I've taken upon myself to take care of him as if he was a 2 year old. He's my #2 choice. On the other hand, you got a guy who just kinda keeps to himself, really quiet, blah blah blah. Ha, I thought of Hunger Games. I don't care for spoiler alerts so *vulgarity* you guys. At the end of Mockingjay, when she ends up with Peeta, because she didn't need Gale's fire. She needed Peeta's peace. It would be nice to come back to a room and know that it will be completely quiet. Nothing but peaceful.
Either way, this blog has turned into myspace. A look into the deeper thoughts of me. Maybe Nova can use it as a case study for his psych major or what have you. I'm tired but I want to get somewhere on this paper before I go to bed. So there's that.