Get out. NOW.

So it's a miracle of epic proportions. Yours truly has the room to himself tonight. Perhaps after my jam session last night at 11pm when they were trying to sleep (no idea why), they got the picture that I don't live by their clock. But hey, it's Fatass, so any hope of him learning something should be dismissed right from the start.

Anyway, I guess I'll talk about a couple things, since I'm the only person in my room for once. First, we'll start with today. I work. I'm not going to tell you where I work because that'd just go against all policies of angry blogs. Sorry, that's just how it goes, but as a college student, you can safely assume it isn't anything that involves a lot of skill. So I'm working and I'm almost through with my shift, and here come Fatass and Bess. Fatass is smiling at me with that awkward smile that makes me think he watches me while I sleep. Fortunately, I was spared by work and had to go into the back, thus avoiding his inevitable, "Well hello there." Still makes me cringe.

The other fucked up thing he does that makes me wish he was dead is just completely go douchebag and cancel plans just so that he and Bess or Bitchface can be in the room. About 10 times last semester, he said, "Oh, you'll have the room to yourself tonight!" And you know what happened when I came back from work? They were there. It was either a "Hold on a minute," or "well hello there." Fucking piece of shit. Fortunately for him, tonight wasn't one of those nights. If he had told me to hold on a minute, I would have kicked them both out the window a la 300. "THIS! IS! MY ROOM!!!!!!!!!"

So yeah, I'm just going to enjoy this night of freedom. For once, I'm actually in a decent mood. I'd tell you to take a picture because it would last longer, but this blog is kind of a lasting image anyway... Weird. Okay, bye.