Not Studying For Finals

So I'm delaying studying for finals yet again by listening to Taylor Swift, who by the way is hot and awesome, two things every man should strive for.  You know who you are.  I should also mention that I found my roommate crying today.  While not the typical shower show like the ending scene of Armageddon, I saw red eyes and glassed over eyeballs.  Which could indicate the recent inhalation of certain herbal substances but I think we can rule that one out. I had just finished talking on my cellular device to my dear friend in Kollin's Fort, I won't name names, when I stumbled into it.  I'm pretty sure it wasn't Ocean's 13 that started this festival but nonetheless I didn't ask questions and instead filled up a glass of good juice, you know the kind.  He then proceeded to go to his room and close the door.  I dunno what it could have been but it could be related to his favorite team in the Colorado Avalanche.  The only words he has spoken to me this whole weekend (he went home okay, I'm not rude) involve his frustration with the Av's starting their backup goalie vs. the Red Wings.  He was visibly shaken by this event but like I said before, I didn't ask questions.  

So I thought I might take time to point out a few things that Aaron does that are, well to be blunt, fucking weird.  

1)  At least 3 times a week I notice he will fill up a glass of milk then go to his room for 45 minutes, leaving the milk on the counter to warm to room temperature. This one is very strange.  I thought I would analyze the possible reasons for this... 

We don't have a chimney and it's weeks before Christmas so I don't think he left it out for Santa Claus, plus Santa wants goddamn cookies with his milk and I didn't see any cookies.  

Maybe he got me a glass of milk out of kindness and generosity.  While plausible I usually like to be physically given a glass of milk.  People usually ask a question and follow up with appropriate action.  Plus the only milk I drink during a given day comes from the bottom of a cereal bowl.  All other liquids come in the form of juice, water and certain drinks that make your head spin.  Put that milk with some Lucky Charms and we have a deal.

The last possible reason is that he still has not adjusted to the temperature of cold milk.  Maybe he likes his milk warm like from the breast of his momma.  But you'd think that if you can't adjust to milk, how in holy hell did you get into college.  Most people I imagine with this disability, which statistically affects one in 7 billion, have other problems like not being able to tie their shoes or write legibly. 

*Quick side note:  The only pair of shoes I own with shoelaces are running shoes.  The rest are slip-ons or velcro but that's my choice.  Anyways, I chose to go for a run the other day, something I do like three times a year, and it took me like 5 minutes to tie my damn shoes.  For some reason I thought I learned to tie my shoes with the "two bunny ears" method.  Suffice it to say, I was a "loop it, swoop it and pull" kind of kid.  Who knew right?  I ran for 7 minutes, gasping for air, turned around and died.

2)  At least once a week, he will make a Cup of Noodles and take it right from the microwave to a tubberware in the refrigerator.   I can't think of any possible reason for doing this other than thinking "Fuck I don't Cup of Noodles, I want Easy Mac... Ah fuck it, I'll save it for later."

3) At least once a month he will take a shower.  I notice these things cause when the shower is turned on it sounds like construction is occurring on the floor above.  This one just bothers me because I shower twice a day.  His idea of a shower is running his wet finger though his hair in the morning.  But then I remembered... kids who wear Avalanche jerseys every damn day don't have to worry about their hair since their were fucked of any type of social life the moment the walked out the door.

Okay, that's all for now, I'm a study now.  I'll try and write a blog about my adventures of Christmas, wait that's prejudice, Winter Break.

I'll see ya!