Right. You'll find out more about me later. But for now, I'm a firm believer in the art of beginning a story in medias res which, upon careful googling of the term, seems to be rather a popular way to begin a blog. I'm almost tempted to give you the backstory now, just to be different, but to be honest, I really don't care that much about being unique. I just care about verbally bashing the nerd who just knocked on my door.
It is now 1AM EST. Or rather, Eastern Daylight. Indiana (most of it, anyway) switched to Daylight Savings this year, and I'm still grappling with the emotional and temporal trauma that whole thing caused.
This time change is also apparently a problem for the guests of one of my housemates. I was on the phone with my parents a few minutes ago, and what should I hear but the doorknocker banging downstairs. Now, you might ask why, if I'm harassing my parents at 1AM, I should be bothered by someone else attempting to harass me. The vital difference is that my parents are in Alaska, which is EDT -4, so it's only 9PM there.
Our favorite doorbanging moron, however, did not get the clue that perhaps my housemate was sleeping (one of them goes to bed at 9PM and the other is more of a transitory spirit than an actual inhabitant of the house) and kept banging. And banging. I refused on principle to answer the door, as none of my friends would ever be that self-centered. (Neither would they, either drunk or sober, convince themselves to cross the vast stretch of land that we call campus and D2.)
As we speak, the banging continues. Will Snow answer the door? Is it her boyfriend making a booty call? Am I going to have to deal with that business while I fold my socks and pack my dishes tonight?
Stay tuned to find out.
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