Long time, no post

Howdy, y'all.  It's been a while since I updated with new and exciting tales of roommates and laughter and fun, but I feel like all I'd want to do lately is bitch and moan.  No one wants to read about how much I think my roommate has a pent-up anger issue.  No one really wants to read about my roommate's obsession with video games and how his friends try to tell me I'm some kind of detached, antisocial nut for having a Blackberry and a Twitter account when they themselves would leave all doors and windows closed and never leave the house if they could extract vitamin-D from thin, artificially cooled, and pot-laden air.  Frankly, I'm finding these things hard to write about, but fear not, dear readers.  I will recount to you tales of yore, when my housemates and I did things together, and spoke more than a handful of words daily.  But that day is not today.

I don't know.  Give me like a week.

J'aime le solitaire

A little while ago, my roommate asked to use my computer.  We were sitting in the living room watching a movie, and my computer happened to be in the chair next to me so I handed it to him.  After having broken 2 of my wine glasses, he offered to buy me more, and I thought he was looking at the ones I wanted online since he asked me,"The wine glasses you saw were at Target, right?" when he asked for my laptop.  After a few minutes, he closed it, handed it back to me, and I set it aside.

Just now I got the urge to check the weather forecast, and when I opened my computer, I had an unfinished game of solitaire on my desktop.  Motherfucker seriously stopped watching Le feu follet with me to play solitaire.  On my computer.  And then skipped back a chapter in the movie because he missed it.

What?

I really love 'I-told-you-so' moments

Lately I've been doing yoga in the morning and at night.  Of course, morning for me is about 11am, but that's what happens when you work nights.  I don't really buy into the meditative elements behind yoga, but I enjoy the peace and quiet that comes from having my feet twisted behind my head.

This morning, I was midway through a shoulder-stand when I heard some commotion from outside my bedroom door.  Then I heard the shower run for not more than 5 minutes, followed by a shout about my roommate evidently having to work today.  I came down from my shoulder-stand and asked what the hell he was yapping about.  He was 25 minutes late by the time he left the apartment.

I wonder what he uses that Moleskine notebook for if not to write down class assignments and a work schedule.  Maybe "go to sleep" and "wake up" are in there along with a tentative grocery list of "orange juice, potato chips, and toilet paper."  And he gets after me for writing down "everything" like "The Oscars" and "Kite Festival - Roy in town" as if they were pointless things that didn't demand attention.  He had previously made some snide remark at me for having a planner after having graduated college.

"What do you have to even write in there?"

"I don't know.  My work schedule, maybe."