Irony.
So I decided not to go to the computer lab to work on my thesis because I was feeling lazy. So what am I going to do? I'm going to WRITE about how being in my room is incredibly distracting and generally a bad idea when I need to get shit done instead of actually getting it done. It's almost like you're floating outside your body watching yourself be RETARDED and are powerless to stop it. That's basically the story of my life.
I think part of it might have to do with the fact that my heater is always on full blast. I know other people have this problem, but this only started for me about 3 weeks ago. The problem is that the temperature is about right for you to feel like you're wrapped in a cozy, soft blanket... if you're naked. So I spend a lot of my time naked. I'm afraid to call maintenance to have them fix it because I'm sure they'll make me put clothes on. Or maybe they'll take theirs off. Either situation is one I'd prefer not to deal with.
Oh, being naked isn't why it's hard to concentrate. It's the fact that at any moment you feel like you could just go to sleep. Unfortunately, as soon as you hit the bed or really come into contact with anything, you've thrown off the delicate equilibrium between body surface-area heat ventilation and comfy, cozy blanket feeling. I frequently wake up in the middle of the night in a pool of sweat and groggily fumble with the window handle until it opens, after which a gust of cool air flows in like some angel of mercy coolly kissing my forehead, delivering me from the blazing inferno of this hellish prison.
But enough about that, I just remembered a pun. For a long time I kept asking Gabe and Elissa if I could borrow their iron, and they said I could if they could find it (read: ever bother looking for it >_<). Well, I finally got fed up and went out and bought my own, and now I iron at my every whim. The other day Gabe calls me up and asks me if he can borrow it:
Gabe: Can I borrow your iron?
Me: Ha! I asked you guys for weeks if I could borrow yours and now you need mine. How... IRONIC.
*long pause*
Gabe: Hello?
Me: IRONIC.
I am a comedic genius.
I think part of it might have to do with the fact that my heater is always on full blast. I know other people have this problem, but this only started for me about 3 weeks ago. The problem is that the temperature is about right for you to feel like you're wrapped in a cozy, soft blanket... if you're naked. So I spend a lot of my time naked. I'm afraid to call maintenance to have them fix it because I'm sure they'll make me put clothes on. Or maybe they'll take theirs off. Either situation is one I'd prefer not to deal with.
Oh, being naked isn't why it's hard to concentrate. It's the fact that at any moment you feel like you could just go to sleep. Unfortunately, as soon as you hit the bed or really come into contact with anything, you've thrown off the delicate equilibrium between body surface-area heat ventilation and comfy, cozy blanket feeling. I frequently wake up in the middle of the night in a pool of sweat and groggily fumble with the window handle until it opens, after which a gust of cool air flows in like some angel of mercy coolly kissing my forehead, delivering me from the blazing inferno of this hellish prison.
But enough about that, I just remembered a pun. For a long time I kept asking Gabe and Elissa if I could borrow their iron, and they said I could if they could find it (read: ever bother looking for it >_<). Well, I finally got fed up and went out and bought my own, and now I iron at my every whim. The other day Gabe calls me up and asks me if he can borrow it:
Gabe: Can I borrow your iron?
Me: Ha! I asked you guys for weeks if I could borrow yours and now you need mine. How... IRONIC.
*long pause*
Gabe: Hello?
Me: IRONIC.
I am a comedic genius.
posted by Uzura at 3:40 AM
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