I haven't posted in nearly a week, after not posting for nearly a week before that, which hearkens back to the bad old grad student days of yore when everything was all work, work, work all the time with nary an interesting tale to tell. And here I am again, and if I maybe snootily hoped that a Master's degree in teaching would be somehow less, ahem, rigorous than a Master's in French literature, I was wrong, and I heartily apologize to high school teachers everywhere. At the moment I am over-worked and under-entertained, which doesn't make for very interesting blogging, and for that I am sorry.
So, things are pretty status quo, here. I ran into James the tool unexpectedly on campus the other day, and he quite literally ran away from me. ("Late for a meeting, gotta gooooooo..." was all I heard as he scurried past, his words fading as he receded into the distance.) I saw Jimmy James again last night, and he is just as shruggingly non-committal and impossible to read as ever.
I am writing now from my friend Canaan's mom's house with a fluffy white pooch snuggled up next to me and two turtles clunking around noisily in their tank. I am house-sitting for the next two weeks, for which I am inordinately grateful, as just yesterday I was rudely awoken at 6:13 a.m. (not that I'm keeping track or anything, ahem) to the operatic sounds of passionate lovemaking. Yes, again. And I tell you what, as irked at my roommate as I already am, knowing that he and his girlfriend frequently enjoy really good sex does not make me like him one bit more. Not one little bit. (Haaaate. Am so full of haaaate.) Knowing that they choose to participate in this activity in the room that opens onto the same hallway as mine, when he has his own very secluded bedroom clear on the other side of the house does not help matters any. I am very tempted to mention this to him, since their inconsiderate sexing is messing with my (already deprived) sleep schedule and also makes me feel all funny on the inside, but...horrors and uncontrollable blushing. Things are already tense enough without admitting that I've been an unwilling witness to their every recent sexual climax. Egad. I'm thinking I'll just let it go for now and hope that by the time I go back in a couple weeks the girlfriend will have sexed herself into an acute case of laryngitis.
I have a sneaking suspicion, however, that my readers are not as inhibited as I am. Let's take a poll, shall we? Knowing that I am already on, let's say, not the best of terms with my roommate, and that I only have to live there for another month and a few days anyway, would you a) say something? or b) suck it up for the next month for the sake of relative roommate harmony? And sub-a, would you *asterisk- be polite? or &ersand- say something snarky? And sub-b, what if I tell you that (parenthesis- it's really effing loud, and ~squiggle thing- there's no way it can be that good; bitch has gotta be faking.