The Big Bang

So yesterday when I blogged, I blogged too soon. Not more than an hour after I posted did roommate man walk back into the dorm. I'm looking at him right now, he's sleeping, and it's almost 1 P.M. Has he gone to class today? No. Has he gone to class before today? No, because he was home. Will he go to class tomorrow, if only to say that he went to school "this week"? No, I'll put money on that. Because Fridays are holy and must be observed by sleeping until the dining hall closes for lunch, leaving the blinds closed as to say "fuck you sun" for the majority of the day and then reveling in gallons of orange/cream soda. I hate this kid.

But to get to the true point of my post, last night everything changed. He came back, we silently said hello to each other and went about our business. You can call me a creep for this but sometimes I just like looking over and seeing what he's googling and doing on the internet. Usually he's downloading anime movies or learning useless facts that he can spout off at people in order to increase his asshole quotient. Last night I glanced over and notice in the search box it said "Knitting patterns". I'm thinking what the hell, is this guy into some really weird pornographic subgenre I haven't heard of yet or is he trying to make like granny right now. I thought I'd give him the benefit of the doubt and just go back to what I was doing. Which was ignoring him. Then I leave for a min to play guitar hero and I walk back in my room and it's like all the forces in the universe had just collided. There he was. Under the covers, watching star trek, guzzling cola, and knitting. Knitting. You still with me? Knitting a fucking scarf. This was just on a whole other level, I didn't even know how to comprehend it, this kid is truly the anomaly of anomalies. One of the better parts of the night was when the ups man came knocking. Mind you, this is one of the burliest, hard ass motherfuckers to ever work for UPS. Chuck norris has nothing on this guy. He's got a fatty moustache, dark eyes with red hair, beef brisket arms that tear the seams of his short sleeved shirt and shorts even when it's storming outside. This guy even scares me. He comes to deliver a package and goes by our room and shithead gets it because I'm in the hallway and the UPS man just goes "Not shy about knitting are ya?" and I think roomie said something slick, or maybe nothing at all because his tongue has finally degenerated into a 3rd useless tonsil due to the fact that he has no intelligent thoughts that he needs to convey to any one else. Then I went to sleep and he just kept watching star trek. I guess all that klingon wore him out because he just approached the 12 hour mark on his sleep cycle. Does anybody know how much sleep is to much? Not that I'm worried or that I'm going to help him, just for my own knowledge....

-Peace

Edit: He is approaching 2 o clock ladies and gentlemen. This has to be some sort of record! I don't even sleep this late ever, even if I'm quaffing 40s for hours the night before.