a home visit

so last night we were all gathered on my bed in the kitchen bedroom. well everyone but sarita who sat on the floor. we were munching away on dill pickle doritos (they're new, and i must say pretty good too. never can be too much pickle flavour in this world hey twinners?) and talking and laughing, having a roommate bonding experience when a sudden cheery noise rang through the house. it was our doorbell. we all looked at each other and spoke at once. "a visitor??" "who even knows where we live?" i was excited and therefore the first one off the bed and to the door. when i opened our little midevil metal window grill lookieloo thing to see who it was all i saw was the reflection of the light behind me on the screen door. but i heard a voice that said "hello, laura." it was jonathon our faithful hometeacher and he could obviously see me. i don't think that's the way it's supposed to work, but oh well, i let him in anyways. when i called out "it's jonathon!" all the girls came running. :) so we sat down in our refuse heap living room and chatted with jonathon for a while and it was nice. i was in the mood to talk last night.

i'm sitting on our old couch with no cushions in the basement. my computer is set up, but on an old trunk i have, and i'm holding the keyboard on my lap. heather's cat rothco keeps going bay and taking great leaps over the cord. i think he enjoys it. i mean why would he keep coming back and forth. he has beautiful light blue icy eyes.

work work work. sigh.