Home Alone 4: It Begins

Yeah, I got up at 5:00 AM... what of it? Haven't you people learned anything? I don't sleep. Actually, I do sleep, I love sleep, but I got up to drive my parents to the airport post haste. (That means fast, retard.)

Speaking of which, a very Happy Birthday to my Mom and a Bon Voyage and a See You In Hell to both of my parents, who are spending my future inheritance on a trip to New York.

Yes, that's right. They left Heather and myself home alone. We'll be providing pictures of this sure-to-be-amusing-experience. The first gallery will be up tonight, just click the "Home Alone 4: No Chance In Hell" photo album. Unless the Baxters decide to mess with my internet connection yet again, but if they don't make it up tonight, I'll post them as soon as I get in front of a functioning 'puter. ('Puter is short for computer, bitch!)

So right now I'm at SAIT, no point in driving all the way back south when I got school in 2 hours, and even less point in sleeping (which is a very under-rated line, someone should put that on a T-shirt), so I came to do some work. I'm in the laptop tables by the cafeteria with no one around, and someone else showed up to work like 10 minutes later, and came over to the table right across from me. Complete stranger.

He sat down, and without saying a word to me, proceeded to talk to his book. He's reading notes out loud to himself, not quietly at all, and is currently babbling to the book about how hard the test today is going to be. I dislike when people talk to themselves around me, it makes it very awkward when it's just the 2 of you. They just keep babbling and babbling until you start to think "what's wrong with this idiot?"

And another thing!!! How come I can't get no tang 'round here?!?

Word.
B.A.D