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Alan will probably be here, with his mother, in about two hours, and I have no desire to write... Technically this is my last few moments physically "single" for quite some time, depending on how everything goes. If everything goes to plan. I've spoken to Alan twice today - once just before he left (around 1:30 - they left at 2:30ish) and then sometime around 5, when he was just about to leave the border of Kentucky. I asked him if he was excited, and he said yes... I've spent today in a pissed-off-at-the-world mood, not wanting to go anywhere or do anything... The day feels short, but really, it's been EXTREMELY long. Classes shot by, but the time inbetween and after... ugh...
The worse part is yet to come. Alan and his mother are going to spend the night here tonight, since my roommate went home for the weekend (which she never outright told me - I'm guessing she assumed that I knew from her talking about it on the phone while I was in the room. When I got back from my 10AM class, there was a note on my bed that someone had called, and she wished me a good weekend.) and they are arriving too late to move his stuff in, or to really want to bother with a hotel, I guess. Saves them money. I won't know how to explain my room's funky nasty shower, but they'll just have to deal. Either that, or choose to reek. I'll also need to provide some form of restaurant option for tonight... Which I really don't know what to tell them. I don't have a car, I have not had the chance to learn the area to any extent except where Wal-Mart is and how to get to Christiansburg. I'm sure there are places in the local area that we could go, but they will probably forget the fact that I am a very picky eater... Limits the options quite a bit. I have nothing to do for the next two hours or so... I could spend time with people, but I am really not into doing that. I could do homework, but the thought of that make my stomach feel funny.
I have toothpaste on my face. I'm using it to reduce redness, which seem to keep coming back no matter what I do. The toothpaste a temp fix, apparently... But I don't care if I smell like mint to Alan, my complexion will be even by the time he gets here. I am so vain.