Tonight for supper, I cooked up some chicken breast, cut it up, added it to spinach and BBQ sauce and wrapped it up and it was delicious. I know that's not impressive, but it was delicious and the most exciting part of my day.
The rest of the day I studied [slowly] for my Advanced Geomorphology exam which is tomorrow afternoon. I'm sad, because I don't have much longer to sound smart by saying I'm in an Advanced Geomorphology class. People usually just smile and/or stare, so they think I'm smart haha.
There was a good chunk of time though were I could hear Tim loudly playing his fucking guitars. He would play the electric in his room, because he thinks I can't here through a wall, and then he'd play his acoustic right outside my room, because he thinks my door acts as a cone of silence. So I listen to him butcher Dust on the Bottle 9 or 12 times, which angers me greatly because I happen to love that song and used to sing it in my own butchering way in high school. The difference is that he thinks he's playing it well, whereas I was making a mockery of myself. And how do I know that he thinks he's good?
*knock knock knock* "Michael, are you there?"
"Uhh, ya." *is studying all kinds of hard*
"Can I come in?"
*door flies open, Tim and acoustic fly in, and start closing the door as per usual and as per awkwardness* "You'll be excited, I've 'learned' a country song."
"Ya, I heard."
"Oh? How did you hear?"
"Guitars are loud and the walls aren't soundproof."
"Oh, well I'm going to play the ENTIRE SONG for you." [yes, he stressed that]
"No, you're not. I heard it. I'm studying. I have exams the next two days."
"Oh are you? Ya, I have an exam tomorrow at 9:30am. I'll stop playing for the night."
Naturally, within 3 minutes, we was playing again. But real quiet so I couldn't hear. Because guitars are very quiet. Who the FUCK buys their boyfriend a guitar the day after he moves in with someone?
Just so you know, he wasn't studying for his exam, because he's in his last year of LEISURE STUDIES. But it gets better. Instead of graduating on time, he'll be taking one more semester next year. OF LEISURE STUDIES.
I move out in 139 days!