But There's a Rumbly In My Tummy.....

I think my hunger is mostly driven by laziness. Usually, I am able to say "I'm poor, snacking can be skipped," but in reality, the reason I have not yet peeled myself from this green armchair for sustenance is because I am just so incredibly comfortable. This armchair played such a large role in my life this semester, with all of it's foresty greeness, with it's cigarette burns and mysterious stains. This may step on your dainty toes, but this green armchair is the most comfortable chair in the world. Not your expensive Lazy Boy with the built in massage or heat therapy, but our $5 yardsale recliner. We fight over who gets to sit in it. Stacy takes daily naps in it. We stuff three people into it and cry over sad movies. We hide behind it. We do homework in it. We eat in it [That may account for some of these stains...]. Basically, our lives here at 317E revolve around this nasty chair. 

My obsessive furniture based rant aside, it is good to finally sit down today. Granted, I've been sitting down all day anyway, but I was working on an Ethics paper the whole time. So, I wasn't really "sitting down" at all, but pacing mentally. There was no rest. Now though, now maybe I will finally force myself to get out of the chair, make myself a late lunch, pour myself back into the chair, and watch some Turner Classic Movies. Today, I deserve it. It's been a pretty long week.

Things are winding down academically, and gearing up towards Christmas, much to the disdain of my room mate Bess. Bess, like many of us in America, is a firm believer in the fact that Christmas should not be celebrated or advertised until after Thanksgiving. For weeks now, her constant complaints have been directed at commercials, decorations, and songs. Naturally, after one such outburst night before last, the rest of the room mates [Myself, Aimee, and Stacy] took it upon ourselves prove to Bess that her cries did not go unnoticed. Our plan? To completely deck out her bedroom with Christmas decorations. There was shredded paper for snow all over her floor, there were Christmas lights, there were snowflakes hanging from the ceiling. We wrote lyrics to holiday songs all over her mirror, and left Harry Connick Jr.'s "Home for the Holidays" CD playing on repeat on her computer to greet her when she walked in. The prank was a raging success and she took it like a champ. I'm pretty sure there will be "snow" tracked all over our apartment for the rest of the year though.