I don’t blog for ages then I get all sorts of things I need to write about!
The day started off pretty badly - back to my usual antics of needing twelve hours sleep as I took my medication when I was supposed to this time. But I ventured into the city centre and got some important crap done then bought some comics! Now that I’m back at home I do feel much better than I did when I first woke up.
Rob, my housemate, and I have decided to conduct an amusing social experiment involving third housemate who goes by the nickname of Frosty (his last name being Frost and all). It has come to our attention that Frosty never buys toilet paper. Ever. It’s always Rob and I buying it when we run out (and I frequently fret about our running out, being a girl and all, I kind of use more than they do).
So we devised a cunning plan. Rob kindly bought some more toilet paper and we shared the packet and stashed it in our bedrooms. There is one communal roll left before we begin our BYO toilet paper experiment. We want to see what Frosty will get up to - will he a) finish up the tissue boxes (apparently this is what he resorts to) b) burst into our rooms and commandeer our own supplies or c) actually go out and get some? Also, will he cotton on to what’s going on or will he blissfully ignore? Will he ask us what the hell is going on? Serious metaphysical hijinks will ensue.
Yesterday evening I caught the Guggenheim exhibition with my pal Mark. We got to see some of this bizarre film cycle called The Cremaster Cycle and witness spectacles of pop art and much more contemporary art. It wasn’t quite as long as we both hoped and Mark felt it a bit abbreviated. I went in expecting to buy the catalogue and was so non-plussed by the exhibition that I held off and saved myself some dough. We were both totally drained after the exhibition and consoled ourselves by gorging on fast food burgers. It amazes me how much boys eat - Mark had two burgers. He needed a chaser after his first one, hahahaha.
Oh and according to Mark I whistle like a man. I throw darts like a girl according to Rob (well, duh, I am one) but I whistle like a man. Cool.
Violent_Kitten | 05-Oct-07 at 11:28 am | Permalink
Heh heh, my sister had the exact same problem with her flatmate! She hid the paper in her bedroom too…and fiiiiinally he bought some. She was amazed! Can’t wait to hear what Frosty does!
Grace Notes @ Snarkattack | 05-Oct-07 at 3:36 pm | Permalink
Yeah will be pretty interesting to see what happens. Someone else who used to live in our flat with Rob and Frosty is interested in what happens too. Apparently this has been tried before and they caved in when they did it!
Grace Notes @ Snarkattack | 06-Oct-07 at 1:53 pm | Permalink
So I hear the tissue box is in the toilet now! Muahahaha! What happens when that runs out?!