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One of my roommates left for Arizona. She's not coming back; that's where she's going to live now. She was one of the first people I met out here, and the last of that group to move on to somewhere else. My other roommate graduates next weekend, then he'll go to hang out with his family for a week befor returning here to pack up and head down to Arizona himself. I still have a couple weeks before I move out, but it already feels like I'm just keeping the place warm for the next group of kids who are going to move in.
I still have a ton of packing to do. I started today by throwing out two boxes that I'd never unpacked that where taking up a corner of my room. I wasn't going to go through them, but I'm glad I did, because one of them contained all my Neil Gaiman books and my favorite porno mag.
Today was the first hot day. It almost hit 90 and the air was thick and soupy. I spent most of the daylight hours sitting on my porch and nursing two draught bottles of Guinness waiting for my laundry to wash and dry. I overheard conversations about graduation, about walking in the ceremony. People came over to play Halo 2 on a local area network, and my living room was transformed into a geek paradise, complete with pizza boxes and two liter bottles of soft drinks. The sounds of shit-talking wafted through the screen door. I can't play those games, because they make me nauseous after a while. I think I concentrate too hard or something.
Before she left, my roommate took me to the supermarket so I could do a little shopping. Pork must be in season, or something, because they had tons of it and were offering chops and roasts at buy one get one free. I picked up two roasts that I won't have time to cook and two value packs of chops, even though I don't have anyone to cook for but myself. After food shopping, she dropped me off downtown so I could hang out with a friend and his family for his birthday. His mom made pork ribs coated in salsa, and they were really good. It's a good thing I don't get tired of eating the same thing night after night. Thank you noble pigs for giving your lives so that I may keep my belly full.
Thank you fantasy baseball team for winning this week.
On the ride home from downtown, the streets were crawling with young people. Friday was the last day of class. At 10:30pm, it was still well into the 70s, clothing and inhibitions were scarse, but I had to get back to the house to say goodbye to my roommate, and I had no desire to be out on the town.
"There's women everywhere," the driver said.
"It's the first hot night," I answered, looking at the groups of co-eds from the passenger window.
"You can kinda feel it in the air."
"It's mating season," I said.
At home, I boiled some chicken franks (buy one get one free) and me and my roomies watched a really bad/funny Japanese horror movie. I said goodbye, safe drive and see you soon like it was my yearly mantra.
I still have a ton of packing to do. I started today by throwing out two boxes that I'd never unpacked that where taking up a corner of my room. I wasn't going to go through them, but I'm glad I did, because one of them contained all my Neil Gaiman books and my favorite porno mag.
Today was the first hot day. It almost hit 90 and the air was thick and soupy. I spent most of the daylight hours sitting on my porch and nursing two draught bottles of Guinness waiting for my laundry to wash and dry. I overheard conversations about graduation, about walking in the ceremony. People came over to play Halo 2 on a local area network, and my living room was transformed into a geek paradise, complete with pizza boxes and two liter bottles of soft drinks. The sounds of shit-talking wafted through the screen door. I can't play those games, because they make me nauseous after a while. I think I concentrate too hard or something.
Before she left, my roommate took me to the supermarket so I could do a little shopping. Pork must be in season, or something, because they had tons of it and were offering chops and roasts at buy one get one free. I picked up two roasts that I won't have time to cook and two value packs of chops, even though I don't have anyone to cook for but myself. After food shopping, she dropped me off downtown so I could hang out with a friend and his family for his birthday. His mom made pork ribs coated in salsa, and they were really good. It's a good thing I don't get tired of eating the same thing night after night. Thank you noble pigs for giving your lives so that I may keep my belly full.
Thank you fantasy baseball team for winning this week.
On the ride home from downtown, the streets were crawling with young people. Friday was the last day of class. At 10:30pm, it was still well into the 70s, clothing and inhibitions were scarse, but I had to get back to the house to say goodbye to my roommate, and I had no desire to be out on the town.
"There's women everywhere," the driver said.
"It's the first hot night," I answered, looking at the groups of co-eds from the passenger window.
"You can kinda feel it in the air."
"It's mating season," I said.
At home, I boiled some chicken franks (buy one get one free) and me and my roomies watched a really bad/funny Japanese horror movie. I said goodbye, safe drive and see you soon like it was my yearly mantra.
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