This year started off with me obnoxiously telling myself that everything will go swimmingly well this semester. And as things are going incredibly well so far; therefore I am certain things will go horribly wrong soon. That's logic. Or irony. Maybe foreshadowing?
Anyway, living with Jas and Don. I am very thankful having them around. Except sometimes they talk like I'm not around, saying stuff like "how old is she, man" and "are you sure she's a uni student" to each other. Guys, you know I can hear you right. Haha, but they're awesome. And since Don doesn't read this blog, I feel it is safe to say that he just might possibly be the best housemate in existence. He is clean and quiet, doesn't mind me gleefully eating his food, cleans up random messes that aren't his own, drives me absolutely everywhere, washes our dishes and tosses out the trash regularly. And Jas is an awesome cook. Pizza, curry, pasta, fish, salads she makes them all and more. And proof of that is my noticeable weight gain. Sigh.
As I am writing all this, there's a pile of books and papers strewn freely across the desk. And buried under that neglected pile, is a textbook. For neuroscience, specifically. It has been directly underfoot, trying to kill me with its weight and useless information. I kid, it's not useless. Just irrelvant. Still kidding. It's just really difficult. Jas comes over sometimes and morbidly flips though that book. I'm glad at least my suffering amuses her.
And suddenly! Without warning the mountain of books stacked on my table collapses and the neuroscience textbook knocks my head and spills my brains onto the carpet.
Well I'm joking, that didn't happen. But if it did, now that would be irony.
