The bastards threw another egg at my window. Maybe it's because mine is the only light on on this floor, or the only curtain open. I don't know. I really don't care. I'm just a little perturbed that after seven months of not a single thing being thrown at my window, now I've been forced to look through two egg smears in the last 6 weeks. It was so loud too. And it must have unsettled things because my door closed. Most of the time my door kind of just rests on the lock things--you know, the part that's cut at an angle so it'll move into the door when it slides against the frame, but once it's closed you have to turn the handle to open it. My door doesn't really close most of the time basically unless someone else opens a door in the hallway or something. But anyways, it closed when this eggs shit when down. It's just so dumb.
I think that not cleaning dishes well is just an Irish thing now. I wanted to think it was just my roommates, but nay. Madison's lad was over here hanging out and he made egg something--with my pan and spatula by the way--and when he was done he washed everything--while it was still hot which is how things get warped--but when I went to use stuff a little later it was not clean at all. I mean, you could still egg on the pan. C'mon man.
Tomorrow is the two week mark. It's a little crazy.
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