So I feel like I have a lot of anger lately. I won't name any names, cough EVERYONE cough. But the thing I realized is that I must have a lot of pent up anger, because of the fact that during a "ping pong paddle" fight with my boyfriend Linus, I broke one hitting him with it. I'm talking like...the paddle itself broke off from the handle. Just smashing him with it broke it in two upon impact. Of course, this provided a fit of laughter from both of us (me actually almost peeing). Needless to say, I think I need to take it easy before I kill somebody.
So...snow huh? I had no idea it was going to snow tonight so I went on about my night in light, canvas shoes. Of course, they got wet. And of course, they soaked through to my socks, which are attached to my feet. And my shitty ass Volvo's heat only works when it feels like it, so my feet were frozen the whole time. It seems whenever it snows, I am somehow wearing CLOTH sneakers.
It seems as though I am not allowed to upload pictures anymore. This saddens me, because I have a shit ton of funny pictures to post on here.
I was cleaning my room (somewhat) today and towards the end, when the floor was clean (my dust bunnies HAD dust bunnies) and all the crap was cleared off my chair (I am a slob, chairs are for sitting, not piling clothes and books on), I decided to put a new poster up. So I am shifting photos and upon taking one down, I see this huge dent in my wall, and suddenly I realize why I put the picture there in the first place. This is what it looks like:
I was going to insert the picture here, but I cannot. I totally forgot. GAY! WHORES!
ANYWAY. There is a dent in my wall, then a smaller one below it. Then, there are two holes. What happened you ask? Well I will tell you.
This was definitely a Wednesday night, when Schroeder and I were eighteen years old. We decided that it would be bad freakin ass if we had a bottle opener on my wall in my room. That way, we could open beers in my ROOM rather than DOWNSTAIRS! It was a genius plan, obvi. So we bought one, and Schroeder is attempting to nail it to the wall in my room, but he has no freaking clue to what he's doing. Like always. Like the time we were baking cookies and he told me since we had no vegetable oil to use something else (I forget what, but I listened to him) and then my cookies came out like big pancakes. Anyway, already having a few beers, he has a hammer and he is trying to find a good spot to put it, but he's just banging away at my wall. It's funny now because when he would create a dent, we would collapse into giggles and he would said something like "OHP! It's not gonna work right there." and I would say something like "that's what POSTERS are FOR!!!" Typical solution for us.
Eventually we gave up and nailed it to the outside of the house. Good, right?
The other night I watched Black Swan and had ice cream while doing it. I planned it all day and I was so excited. So I get vanilla ice cream, and I heat up some hot fudge to pour all over it. Then, I bring it up to my room and start eating it while I am watching the movie. Sounds awesome, right? Then, I'm all like "Why is my ice cream melting so goddamn fast?" and I was really flabbergasted and puzzled by this for a few minutes. Then I said to myself "Goddammit Jen, it was the HOT FUDGE you put on it. That is why it is melting." Because putting hot things on ice cream can assist in the melting process. These are facts.
Well, seeing as how I cannot upload any goddamn pictures, I will leave.
-Jenny
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