I think this is my favorite opening to any song ever- right up through the end of the first line of the song. It’s pretty fantastic.
Then the rest of the song happens, and it’s fine, but after that opening 30 seconds or so, with the climax of that opening line, I guess I’m a bit disappointed. Although I don’t really know how you follow up that opening line. Probably not this way, though.
I’d probably have more to say about the song if I listened to it all the way through more than just once, but I keep going back to the opening. Oh well.
Things My Two Roommates Said While The Who Played
-Who?
-I ain’t never heard of The Who until right now
-Them dudes look old.
-Because of Janet we ain’t never getting another halftime act younger than like, 70-year-old.
-What? He forget the words?
-Why he screaming?
-At least the light show is dope.
-That drummer looks so much younger than the other guys.
-They should’ve just had the light show and no music.
-Oh snap! Look at the key on keyboards! He old. Hahahahahahaha.
-Hey, this that CSI song.
-Hahahahahaha, they keep showing the keyboard guy. He got to be someone’s grandfather.
-Hey, this that CSI: Miami song.
-[one of their phone’s makes a noise] My brother just texted me, “Notice how all these songs are CSI themes?”
-Hey, CSI on CBS. The Super Bowl on CBS. Does that mean if the Super Bowl were on another network they would’ve gotten another band to play at halftime?
-Hahahahahahahaha, they’re so old.
We got 17-20 inches of snow, it seems
Bad angle, but that went up to my knee
WHAT IF SOMEONE IS STILL IN THERE?
Walking in the middle of the road
This made me feel like Moses
There are steps somewhere under there
So now I know you can only upload 10 pictures per post. I had more, but I think you get the idea. There was a lot of snow all over the place. There weren’t really any cars out, so everyone was walking in the middle of the street, partly because a lot of the sidewalks weren’t shoveled, but also because it makes you feel like you’re in a Will Smith movie. Strangely enough, it wasn’t too cold out today, but it was a bitch to walk around. Everyone had cameras too, so I felt like a douche taking pictures as well. I only saw one penis drawn into the snow, so that was a disappointment.
They also didn’t run any buses today. My roommate stayed at his girlfriend’s house Friday night because this week they were going to a church near her house this week (they switch off every weekend). She lives like a half hour away in another part of the city. I don’t know if he planned on staying there tonight, but he doesn’t have a choice. I’d imagine they knew that he would have to, or at least he might have to, but who knows. This means nothing to you, but it means I’ve had the bathroom to myself for two days and counting, which is amazing.
I also liked walking around in so much snow because it was even easier to find assholes. They were the ones who thought it was hilarious to sneak up from behind one of their friends and throw the friend into nearly two feet of snow. The friends often times didn’t find it funny. I think I can speak on this issue because I have a sample size of like 8 occurrences of this very thing. Seriously, I was outside walking around for maybe an hour and a half total and saw that a bunch of times.
View from my window
Other view from same window
Outside the front door
Neighbors cars are covered
Some shit a roommate left out
So it’s been snowing here since I’d say noon. It’s now about 2 a.m. The snow is supposedly going to keep coming through tomorrow night. It seems certain areas of the city have at least a foot of snow, but I haven’t measured. I don’t have a ruler to check for myself, and didn’t feel like blah blah blah exaggerated penis size joke.
But yeah, it’s pretty nuts I guess. Tomorrow I’m supposed to cover a basketball game in an arena that’s on top of a large hill. Should suck.
As for that last picture, you see that? Just left on the floor in the living room. Gross. And the only reason I’ve included that is because it says in my contract I have to criticize at least one roommate per post.
It’s approximately 4:30 p.m. on Friday afternoon. Today I’ve gone to the dry cleaners, seen a movie and gone food shopping. Now I’m back in pajamas watching the Teen Mom reunion special with new episodes of 30 Rock and Community to catch up later.
My question: Who’s fucking with that Friday? Seriously, who?
Couple of things about this note left on something in our kitchen.
1) I don’t know who wrote it, but my guess is it’s not the canister.
2) The smiley face throws me off a bit. First off, there’s nothing happy about the note. Secondly, what’s happy about someone now owing you $15. I guess it’s happy for you, but not for that person.
3) Does that thing cost $15? I feel like that’s a made up figure.
4) If my one roommate who still has to pay me for the gas bill is the one who filled that up with “muck,” and gives someone else a mythical $15 for a mug they probably got for attending some bullshit lecture, I’m going to be so pissed I’m gonna not say “hi” to him when I see him and then write an angry blog post about him. I’ll do it. I don’t give a fuck.
I feel I should be more embarrassed about how much I enjoy watching award shows. I’ve heard maybe three or four entire albums nominated for a Grammy, but I’m still watching them. And I love watching award shows because there is nothing better than listening to the presenters read their little intros, which are usually the dumbest things anybody has ever said. Until it’s time for the next award, of course.
So here’s to you, Katy Perry, for introducing Rock Album of the Year. That was a magical moment ma’am. Thank you so much.
My roommate. He might not have said that, but that’s what he did, therefore leading me to guess this was his thought process.
Okay, I’ll stop now. I’m aware nobody but me cares about this. It’s been one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days I suppose. Except most days are like that because I live with three fucktards.
Alright, now I’ll stop.
Three More Months
So I woke up around 8 today. I didn’t have to be up at 8 today. No, in fact if for some odd reason I ended up sleeping 24 straight hours it wouldn’t have any positive or negative consequences. It’d be impressive, but at the same time, nobody would even realize that I was asleep so long I might actually be dead. Nobody would notice.
So when I stayed up fairly late, partying (read: watching tennis and reading), I figured I could wake up around 11, which would’ve been nice. That would’ve given me about six hours of sleep, and it’s not so late in the day that I feel lazy for sleeping so late that I end up just basking in my patheticness all day.
But instead I was up at 8. I woke up at 8 for a combination of reasons that put me the closest to Hell I’ve ever been, but certainly not the closest I’ll ever be.
First, our house is a very large house that’s split down the middle, and four or five other dudes live next door to us. I’m not sure how many because I’ve never talked to them. If I see them and make some type of pleasantry, they ignore me, which is fine. So our houses are connected. Around 8, someone in that house started playing with a ball. He was throwing it off the wall that is also my bedroom wall, although luckily for me it was the side of my room that bed isn’t on. But still, I wake up to:
Thump… Thump… Thump… Thump…
At least he had a rhythm, I suppose. So that sucked, but I figured I could just fall back asleep easily. I couldn’t. Then Moose started up. Moose is the name I gave to the mouse that lives in my wall and likes to crawl around at horrifically early times. It was actually his first visit this week. He unfortunately is on the side of my room where my bed is, and since my room was clearly an attic at some point, there are these areas on each side of the room where juts in and creates mini caves. My bed is partially inside one of those caves, and the part of my bed where I place my head. So anytime I hear Moose, I half-expect him to eventually dig through the wall and land on my face. It’s a terrifying experience for someone who almost feels physically ill when watching “Stuart Little” or “Honey I Shrunk the Kids.”
So now I’ve got a Stomp-like song creation in process at like 8:10 a.m.
Thump…Thump…[scratching noise]Thump…[scratching noise]Thump.
Then the ball playing stopped, and I got excited, because I’ve gotten used to sleeping with Moose crawling around. He used to wake me up almost daily, but now I can’t sleep through his explorations. Also, it’s important to note here I’ve also considered the possibilities that Moose isn’t a mouse, and there are multiple creatures living inside my wall. Sometimes it sounds like things are racing in there, but mostly it just sounds like something scratching around. Okay, that actually wasn’t important.
Nope. Ball player was just letting Moose take a solo for a few minutes, because then he started back up. I thought maybe I could drown them out with some music. It didn’t really work because I played it at a low volume because it was early and I didn’t want to risk waking my roommate.
Of course if I was thinking properly I would’ve remembered he’s a morning person and he’s always up by 8 anyway, especially on Saturday when he goes to church. It’s maybe 8:30 when I first hear him milling about. He opens his door and runs downstairs. I don’t know why, but he always runs up and down the stairs. He returns a few minutes later and starts playing gospel music.
So now ball player and Moose are joined by some dude signing about glory and praise, and a chorus of people echoing everything the lead singer says. And that’s pretty much what I envision Hell like, annoying neighbors, rodents and gospel music. One thing that doesn’t add up is that it’s really cold here, and Hell is supposedly hot. So I guess reverse the weather, and that’s Hell. I don’t look forward to it.
My roommate left, Moose stopped as did the ball player all within 40 minutes, but at that point I was up for good. I did some more reading, and then showered and left the house with nowhere to go. I walked around for like an hour and a half. It’s now like 6:20 and I haven’t said anything out loud since waking up at 8.
When I got home I saw my roommate I hadn’t seen for five days. I was excited to see him because he owes me more than $100 for our most recent gas bill, and the bill was due Friday. He kept saying he’d get it to me, then didn’t. Then I had to mail in the bill on time so we weren’t charged even more. Because I had to lay out money for him, I’m inching fairly close to single digits left in my account, so I could really use that money. He said he still doesn’t have it, but should have it soon because he sucks.
Two more notes on the bills- our gas bill was extraordinarily high last month, a month where three of the four of us left for about two weeks each for winter break, meaning just one dude was in the house for half the month and managed to more than double our has usage from the previous month. We also got a letter from the water company saying our most recent water bill was higher than before and our usage jumped a lot during that same time frame.Then we got a letter from our landlord or whoever saying we haven’t fully paid our rent in some time and owe him more than $2,000.
Basically what this means is one roommate never pays his bills on time, another one almost single-handedly doubled our gas and water usage while being home alone (I think), and then another roommate who listens to gospel music really loudly and never cleans out the sink after he shaves. I’m sure they all have things they hate about me too. Fuck, I have plenty myself.
I used to worry about what was going to happen after the semester’s over. I have no reason to stay in the city, so I always figured I was going to move out right after graduation. And I felt like I needed to find someone to rent my room so as to not stick my roommates with higher rent.
But now oh well. If I could get to the end of April without ever having to interact with any of them ever again, it would be the greatest accomplishment of my life. Easily. Man, I’m an angry person. It’s a good thing you didn’t bother to read this far, because this is a really angry entry and shouldn’t be read by anyone. It’s horrible. I’m not even going to re-read it because I already feel bad about writing it all.
But seriously, fuck those guys.
