Mid-terms are OVER! I’m trying hard to keep my A’s, but it’s at the point now where I’m just doing my best. And if that means getting a B, well then so be it. Either way, my GPA isn’t going to move but 0.05 points in either direction. No use worrying.
Last night I got to hang out with several girl friends of mine. We ate chili and chips & salsa, drank beers, sat around the campfire, and talked about girl stuff (mainly boobs). Sometimes you don’t realize how awesome your friends are until you all get a little sloshed around a campfire.
Then I came home to find that my roommate has yet again parked in my parking space (where my car is for 95% of the time since I rarely drive it). I put a note on her car asking her not to do it again. Because really, who parks in someone else’s parking space? It’s not like there aren’t 1,000 other places for her to put her car — we live on a farm. Then I went to my room, turned on the heater, and put on some music to fall asleep. Cranky roommate knocks on my door and says to turn down the bass because she has to work in the morning. It was only midnight, but whatever, I turned it down (even though it wasn’t loud to begin with). Then I wake up before she does, to find out that “I have to work in the morning” means “I have to leave for work at 10am” ??? Who bitches about something at midnight, when they don’t have to get up for another 9 hours? Blah.
Today I called up my friend Patrick, whom I haven’t seen in a while, and asked him if he wanted to do lunch. Of course, yes. 15 bike miles, one wrong turn, and an hour and 10 minutes later I was at his house, helping to chop up veggies for a “What do I have left in the refrigerator?” meal. Needless to say, it was, as always, delicious. We had cooked cabbage and julienned carrots, jalapeño-sauteed venison, rice, and pinto beans. YUM. Somehow I made it back home in only 50 minutes. Slam!
Tonight my friend Dani is having a soiree a su casa. More food and friends.
I like this weekend.
0 Responses to “Truckin’”
Leave a Reply