dear diary,

right now, as we speak [i type] it is a great likelihood that my roommate is being devirginized in the next room.

blah!

i came home today and walked in on them making out in the kitchen. then they made lasagna, and returned to her room to get it on. I was working on design when the oven buzzer went off. strangely enough no one retreated from the room. I yelled, "hey guys. . . I think your food is done." nothing. I took the damn lasagna out of the oven and got out of the apartment.

[two hour break]. I stomped up the stairs and made excessive key noise to make sure my appearance would be made known, and entered the apartment. their dinner had been consumed, but once again, door closed, loud dave matthews playing. hmm. so, I did what any good roommate would do. I helped myself to some of their food and a glass of their wine, quickly turned up my headphones, and now I'm sitting here trying not to form mental pictures of the acts which are ensuing less than 8 feet from me.

oh, college.

though that is dumb, there are always a few things that make me all sappy about the impending doom of graduation. it's conversations like these that will make me miss my friends. the scene: computer lab, I know at least half the people in the room, and we're sitting around discussing who will bring the flask to spike the punch at portfolio night.

adam: "hey [mylastname], we decided we're having a pre-weezer party at your place. val's bringing the hookers and I'm bringing the dope."

me: "sweet. sounds good." one fist pound, end of conversation.

which segways into. . . weezer this weekend. you know, I honestly never expected to see them in concert, so I'm not really super-psyched or anything. though the day will be fun, for sure.

last sociology test of my college career today. I studied this morning for maybe three hours, and I didn't know everything but lots of it I could infer from previous sociology knowledge and my excellent writing skills. walking home in the rain, I almost cried. things have been sad lately, I will try not to dwell on that.

I don't know what else. I should get back to work.

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