I am sick. I have the flu.
I only get sick for ONE reason really. When the weather goes bezerk. It's been hot, cold, hot, cold, hot...hotcoldhotcoldhotcold.
If I were a guy, I would be in big trouble, because my balls would be big, small, big, small, big, small bigsmallbigsmallbigsmall...and then my sperm would be two headed or something.
I totally stole that from Lewis Black. I should mention that I am obsessed with stand up comedy and stand up comedians. There's a deep dark ugly side of me that wants me to abuse myself...and become a stand up comedian.
I don't have the balls for it though.
In other news...
so if you didn't know already..and some of you don't, I "found" an apartment.
On the other side of the world. That's pretty fucking cool.
The place is so big, I feel that we would do one of the following:
1. Instant Message each other because we're too lazy to rendevous in the middle floor.
2. Call each other cell phones instead of yelling for each other or going to each other's room. My old rooommates Jesse and Adrian used to do that.
Jesse: What are you doing?
Me: watching Lord of the Rings
Jesse: Let's go get Boba
Me: where at?
Jesse: over at Clairemont
Me: do I have to move?
Jesse: if you drive, I'll pay for you.
Me: Okay, meet me outside of my door in two minutes.
Our doors were only about 5 feet away. We were not that far. Furthermore, we can HEAR each other through the door TALKING to each other.
Jesse and Adrian used to always prank phone call me as well. Those bastards. Or they would jump out of the kitchen whenever I would get home.
I wonder what my new roommates will be like.
And if they would be able to handle the fact that I kick ass in all card games and the majority of all board games with the exception of trivial pursuit.
I can't get that damn brown slice. Whatever is history. I know SHIT about history.
Lastly, out of the five roommates, THREE of them will have diaryland diaries. I think that it would be interesting to have three diaries from the same household especially since we each begun our diaries in different households.
I can imagine it like this:
Gumphood: I am going to bake a cake for my roomies tonight.
Kerbang: Gumphood has declared he will bake a cake. Will I live? We shall see.
Me: Hey, at least it's free food. Who cares if I die.
But it's not like I'm REALLY living with them though because I will be on the top floor.
I'll be like a flower in the attic.
