i knew that if i wait long enough

that the toilet paper standoff would end. i had a hintling of an idea that this might happen, but only in my wildest dream. he#1 got toilet paper before cool hipster got home and i guessed she would and she did indeed also buy toilet paper. YES! SUCK IT WORLD!

toilet paper standoff over! yes.

oh by the by

there's a toilet paper standoff in this dorm. as in, i just bought a 12 pack during spring break and i refuse to buy toilet paper, and everyone else refuses to buy it, too. so we don't have toilet paper. i'm going to the subcellar to pee. i refuse to buy toilet paper. i just bought it. the end.

inconsequential blog

i want dumpling. if your name is alex niedt, you already know this. if your name is jess idell, please assume i will always want dumplings for forever. that is all.

i have a lifelong headache

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life makes me feel this way. ^

it's 5 o clock, do you know why my room mate is AFUCKINGSLEEP?

cause i don't. except to stop me from doing anything in my room. what the actual fuck?

blogging for the sake of blogging

there is no actual point to me having a blog, twitter, tumblr, facebook, and whatever else i have that i can't remember right now. but i do have them. and i do update them. well, not the facebook, adults found my facebook and whenever i update about anything there is a comment from my uncle (my dad's brother who much like my dad, i've never met), my pastor (watching my every status update like a hawk), or his wife (who i like but only ever comments "i miss you"). i guess i update this blog cause alex told me to. also because i want a gold star for today. also because there is a certain blogger *cough fabnico* that NEVER updates. and it's very troublesome for my life.

i have some thoughts for today though. on the subject of anton chekhov, who i was annoyed at then liked now i'm annoyed at him again. i read all these articles about him. two written by russian authors in the same time and one an interview with ian mckellan. what annoyed me was that the articles painted a very clear picture of anton chekhov. he was a nice guy. a really gentle, humble guy. he didn't have a temper. he wasn't cynical at all. while reading his plays i got the impression that he hated the world like a 14 year old girl who just got her period for the first time. i understand he wasn't writing the way ibsen was, to point out what was wrong with society, but chekhov did point out what was wrong with society. he just didn't aim to. so i'm annoyed at him. he was probably handsome too. he was like the edward cullenovich of his time. well, more like the dr. carlisle cullenovich, cause he also saved fucking lives. like he wrote plays that are really quite well written and thought of it as a small hobby, because he was a doctor first.

so there you go. blogging for the sake of blogging on anton chekhov for the sake of anton chekhov.