I can't study deductive logic anymore. I just can't. It might actually be physically impossible. Some very talented grad students at Harvard are looking into the possibility right now in fact. Julie is clomping around the kitchen. Really, clomping. She is wearing big, dramatic, black boots and lifting her legs about a foot higher than necessary with every step while painting a scary scowl on her face and bringing each boot-clad, high-lifted foot down with a loud thump. It's a little bit funny. Wendy is eating those Pillsbury biscuits from a one of those exploding cylindrical containers (which I had to open because both Julie and Wendy were too scared) as her entire meal. She just said "toss me another one would ya?" I feel like we're in a bar or something. I have a strong desire to tear off the cheap (yet oh so expensive) cardboard cover of my philosophy book right now. Probably I shouldn't do that. Probably.
No one seems to be able to figure out how to regulate our apartment's heating system. It is either freezing cold or way too hot -- although I think the latter might just be a result of a spurt of hyper activity that heats up your body, thus giving the apartment the illusion of warmth. You know, like when you suddenly decide to run around the apartment screaming and jumping up and down and sneak attacking Wendy, obviously. Also, our utility bills are ridiculously high. Though originally hypothesized to be a result of the winter furnace use, we have since determined that it makes absolutely no difference whether we keep the house at 40 or 80, the bill is the same. There is probably some sort of extortion scheme going on with big apartment owners living off the sweat and pennies of poor college students. I say we storm the Bastille. Life, Liberty, Fraternity! Or, to avoid the whole guillotine fiasco we could just keep sending them our money.
As I need to dedicate the remainder of my night to figuring out how to write truth-functional proofs, I will just end by letting you all know that in the Christmas village Jessica has displayed on our shelf, the outhouse is the most prominent feature and about three times the size of any other building. If anyone has any thoughts as to why this is, please, enlighten me.
3 comments:
After watching the video on Ang's blog and then reading yours, I am inclined to think that you and Layla share a penchant for avoiding unpleasant tasks and procrastinating the inevitable.
I agree with Mom. Have you, by any chance, tried to turn one of your roommates into a baby? Do you try to use a wand to open doors?
As far as the large lav goes, imagine all the visitors to the lowly stable, most traveling from at least the other side of town riding some equine beast. When they got there I'm sure they had to go, and if the outhouse wasn't easily spotted (and probably a four-seater) you might have people relieving themselves in all of the nooks and crannies in the barn. Maybe the animals used it too, to keep the manger dookie-free. We can only hope.
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