ps--yes, it is a him, since we are literally roommates. if it were a her, I would have to kick it out of my apartment after curfew.
Thursday, September 4
Names, please.
I have decided that my trusty laptop has gained a sufficient amount of character that it should probably have it's own name. To be quite honest, though, no name really seems to fit him. Any suggestions would be gladly appreciated.
I work myself hard all day
So, I woke up at 8:30 am this morning, and started into my remaining homework for my classes. I worked hard, all the way up to the time I had to get to class on campus at 12:30 pm. After eating a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich I made it to the business building with a few extra minutes to spare, and attended my first two classes of the semester (having attended the IS junior core orientation yesterday morning).
After class ended at 3:15 pm, I went with my group to the library to work on our accounting case study, and didn't leave study room #5821 until after 9:00 pm this evening. I then came home famished, and lived off of the hospitality of the wonderful women of M2. A few minutes later my roommate Xister came home, and I remarked to him about what a busy, tiring day I'd had. He simply responded by telling me that he had just gotten home himself, and had been on campus since 9:00 am.
And I quote:
"I'm sorry that it tires you out when you work almost as hard as I do."
Now, I am not a bitter person, and I have no feelings of bitterness toward Xister (there are certainly other persons for whom I reserve those emotions). But at the same time, I must admit that this simply deflates my feeling of accomplishment and importance as a hard working BYU business student. Although, I must interject that I think his day of "work" probably included much more walking around, talking, socializing, and in general giving his brain and tush a break than my day of work did. So there.
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