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Dec. 5th, 2004 01:05 amOkay, so this is why life in this house is awesome.
It's 1 am. I've just finished watching a full disk of the first season of Malcolm in the Middle, because studying physics sounded way too boring. I walk into the kitchen, and Jason is standing there eating Chinese food. "Wow," I say, "someone else is awake." We have a discussion about how it's 1 am on a Saturday and normal people are just now making introductions before final call, to make sure they don't go home alone. Eleiza walks in. Nick walks in. So I guess yeah, it is normal to be awake at 1 am on a Saturday.
Nick says, "You want to hear something weird?" and finishes the sentence as I walk into the bathroom--"I walked into my room just now and I started to SWEAT." This IS a weird thing, since the norm is that you can see your breath in this house, it's so cold. So I use the bathroom and I wash my hands, and when I turn on the water it's a normal temperature, not ice cold like usual. I walk back into the kitchen and only Nick is there... and I realize I'm walking barefoot on the tile and I'm not wearing a sweatshirt. I do a quick mental tally. "Did someone turn on the heat?" I ask Nick. He says, "I guess so. Look! I'm not wearing three layers!" And then he quickly turns to the toaster, exclaims, "Ack, my toast is burning!" and lifts the water bottle off the lever. He then proceeds to scrape the burnt part off into the sink with a knife, leaving the kitchen looking like it's infested with teeny tiny black ants.
Perhaps this doesn't sound funny in writing. I assure you, it was extremely amusing. I suppose my writing skills have diminished since high school... and it being 1 am doesn't help, since I've turned into a total geek and am usually asleep by midnight these days.
Grah. I need to get a life.
Oh, I joined the facebook, by the way. I feel like... some sort of internet corporate sellout, except I don't think the facebook could be considered corporate....
I think I'm gonna go back into the kitchen now.
It's 1 am. I've just finished watching a full disk of the first season of Malcolm in the Middle, because studying physics sounded way too boring. I walk into the kitchen, and Jason is standing there eating Chinese food. "Wow," I say, "someone else is awake." We have a discussion about how it's 1 am on a Saturday and normal people are just now making introductions before final call, to make sure they don't go home alone. Eleiza walks in. Nick walks in. So I guess yeah, it is normal to be awake at 1 am on a Saturday.
Nick says, "You want to hear something weird?" and finishes the sentence as I walk into the bathroom--"I walked into my room just now and I started to SWEAT." This IS a weird thing, since the norm is that you can see your breath in this house, it's so cold. So I use the bathroom and I wash my hands, and when I turn on the water it's a normal temperature, not ice cold like usual. I walk back into the kitchen and only Nick is there... and I realize I'm walking barefoot on the tile and I'm not wearing a sweatshirt. I do a quick mental tally. "Did someone turn on the heat?" I ask Nick. He says, "I guess so. Look! I'm not wearing three layers!" And then he quickly turns to the toaster, exclaims, "Ack, my toast is burning!" and lifts the water bottle off the lever. He then proceeds to scrape the burnt part off into the sink with a knife, leaving the kitchen looking like it's infested with teeny tiny black ants.
Perhaps this doesn't sound funny in writing. I assure you, it was extremely amusing. I suppose my writing skills have diminished since high school... and it being 1 am doesn't help, since I've turned into a total geek and am usually asleep by midnight these days.
Grah. I need to get a life.
Oh, I joined the facebook, by the way. I feel like... some sort of internet corporate sellout, except I don't think the facebook could be considered corporate....
I think I'm gonna go back into the kitchen now.
