This year has been unforgettable. I have graduated college, lived in Europe, lived in my own little corner, in my own special chair, thanks to Erin, and I have a new roommate. Well, I hope I still have one.
The other night, like clockwork, my roommate, Paul, went out clubbing, which he usually does 7-9 times a week (not to be confused with 79 times a week, which would be a little outrageous!). I had settled myself into my bedpants and was fast asleep by the time he got home around 3a.m. I woke up to hear banging of pots and pans, see the lights turn on in the hallway, and the A/C kick on - it was 37 degrees outside. I shrugged and went to back to bed, only to wake up at 5a.m. to the lights and the A/C still on. Hypothermic with glass-cutting nipples, I went to hall and saw Paul keeled over in front of my door. I turned off the A/C and lights, slammed my door and went back to bed. At 7a.m. I thought a bomb was about to go off, as the fast-paced beeping of Paul's alarm clock blasted through the apartment. Even more annoyed, I opened my door and yelled at Paul to turn it off and get up. He didn't move or respond. After several minutes, I decided to shut it off myself and go back to bed.
Needless to say, I woke up later that morning and went to work. I haven't been home since, and I really hope he's still alive.
In other news, my family has completely lost it. My two aunts who live with my grandmother have been fighting for the past couple of years, and it's gotten incredibly worse. So much so, that one of my aunts has fled to Louisiana to forget her anger in the casinos. In the meantime, my sister has recently acquired a bed, for which she needs a box spring. Well, conniving as always, my other aunt, who will be remaining at home, has offered my sister a box spring for her bed, and my sister took it. Turns out, it was the box spring for my other aunt's bed. As evil as it may be, I still laugh as I imagine the face of my aunt when she returns to find her bed without a box spring.
Anyway, I should best get back to studying, journal. Sorry I wasn't so funny this time around, but I'll be in Texas starting Friday, with 5 weeks off from school. I shall make updates GALORE!
Yours,
Brandon
