A Rambling Moosac

So this past week has been interesting, to say the least. My feelings for it fluctuated between pretty extreme highs and lows. For example: I was pretty bummed out and was generally tired up through Friday because rush week was just taking it all out of me, and on top of that, we only had 2 people join at that point.

So there was that. But Saturday got better. we had 4 more people join Lambda Chi that night, and the events at the house were pretty fun. (PS, I am having a really hard time typing this morning, and I don't know why). Then, when I got home from the house, I checked my email, and I was one of 3 students who got accepted to receive class credit for helping produce a late night comedy show(think Colbert Report). I hadn't planned at all on getting chosen, so this came as a huge surprise and made me very happy. Dan wasn't in our room at that time, he was at the house partying...

Which brings me to VERY early Sunday morning. I wake up around 5:30 to hear Dan stumbling into our room. I figure, at least he made it home tonight (the previous night he had been taken to the hospital because he passed out on the stairs, and he didn't get back till 1:30 the next afternoon). So I go back to sleep expecting nothing else to happen. I wake up next about 7:30 to see Dan standing in our room, pissing in our trash can. Yes, you read that right. I don't want to stop him, for fear he'd turn around and start pissing over everything in the room(because from my angle and sleepy eyes, it appeared...at first... that he was hitting his target).

I try to get his attention after he's finished, but he ignores me and gets back into bed. I jump out of my bed and run over to the trash can, curse his name, and then take out the bag. I figure Dan's not going to be doing much in his current state to clean up, so I might as well do as much as I can. After disposing of the trash, I come back to assess the damage. Turns out his aim wasn't as good as I had originally hoped. Luckily, he didn't get any on my guitar which was right next to the trash can, but he did miss a little to the left, right on his Playstation 2 and my VCR. I quickly unplug these two things and wake Dan's ass up.

Dan claims to not remember any of the next 30 minutes, but it consisted mostly of me yelling at him, and him not understanding why I was mad. After getting little to nothing accomplished, Dan gets back into bed and I'm left to clean up the brunt of his urine. This pisses me off, but I don't want our room stinking to high heaven, so I do it anyway. By now, it's about the time I would have gotten out of bed anyway for church, so I go out to get some breakfast and leave our room smelling like a back alley and cigarettes(he smokes when he gets drunk).

After I get back from church, Dan and I talk about the situation more, he agreed to finish cleaning it up. And as far as I can tell, it's clean enough. I'm still wary about using the Playstation 2, but I had to plug it back in to get one of my DVDs out that had been in there, and it seemed to be working fine. Still, I might just give it a little more time.

Anyway, that's how my week wrapped up. Now it's time to make some lunch before going to work and then my Romantic Comedies class.

Final thought: To clear up any confusion, I got married because I'm in a class called Marriage 101. I'm taking it because my "wife" needs it for her major.