We live in a really old dorm here at school that once was a monastery. Supposedly a
monk hung himself in one of the rooms, but rumors are for suckers and fans of the E! channel. Anyways, the heater in our room is old and has been making some strange noises since the winter began. They're inconsistent bangings and clankings that sound like a fairy is in the wall with a pick ax hitting a metal plate - over and over. As it gets colder, the noises get louder, to the point where it sounds like someone is playing a trick on us. They can come at 3 in the afternoon or 2:30 in the morning. We have no control; our room controls us. I sit here during the day and I feel like I'm in an insane asylum, or that some
higher power is sitting there hitting a switch, and playing with my emotions. It's not fun, but other than that our room is perfect, and home.
Radio was fun today. We debated who the biggest band in the world, currently today, would be. I said Coldplay, Nickleback somehow got a vote, along with Metallica. U2 was the eventual winner. Bono is
everywhere.
I told Justin I would find a picture for him. Here you go friend. I miss jobless days in California.
