Here is an event that occurred on Sunday night. I didn't post it until now, however, for the simple reason that I did not take my computer to the wifi before this. (actually, as I type this, I still haven't, but this introduction is practically timeless--within the week anyway.)
So our doorknob broke and we were stuck inside. We unscrewed the doorknob and tried to pry out the latch to no avail. Finally, there was something that happened with a hammer and it came unstuck. We put the doorknob back on, it seemed to be turning, so we shut the door… and it did the same thing. In the end it was just super irritating and Peggy's boyfriend came over and helped us fix it and it was still doing the thing (meanwhile Bethany and I were climbing out the window to rid ourselves of the claustrophobic/trapped feeling and generally just freaking out). We ended up taping the latch open and deadbolting the door shut and planned to contact maintenance about it. (They came and we have a new doorknob now.)
After that, we planned to watch some Ouran, but ended up discussing the points of Catholicism that Peggy's boyfriend and I didn't understand. It was pretty good. I understand a tiny bit more some of the things I didn't, but I still am not sure I agree with some of the stuff.
Why did I tell you the doorknob story with no musing attached about the nature of life or something? Well, because it's MY blog and I DO WHAT I WANT, THOR!
Also it gives you a peek into my life and is a thing to blog about even if I don't get all philosophical about it. So bye~
I like knee socks. This blog has nothing to do with knee socks, except when it does. This was mangapasta from 2009-2013. It's been archived now... sorta?
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com·ment [kom-ent]
noun
1. a remark, observation, or criticism
4. a note in explanation, expansion, or criticism of a passage in a book, article, or the like; annotation.
5. explanatory or critical matter added to a text.
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