Heat Snakes

My apartment has a really old heating system comprised mostly of old time-y radiators. The one in my room is seriously broken. In fact, just last night one of my roommates warned me to get it fixed, "It's going to spray you with hot steam!". I would try get rid of the problem, but I don't like my landlord and I don't want him in my room snooping around my things for as long as it would take to fix it.

Really though, The fear of hot steam burns isn't what's keeping me up at night. My radiator hisses as it leaks, and it sounds like a nest of snakes which terrifies me tremendously. When I'm at my most susceptible, and awake in the middle of the night to the sounds of (what I think are) slithers, I tend to leave my room and wait for the snakes to calm. Lat night I woke up and, for reasons I can not tell, went over to the radiator and moved all dirty clothes away (so they wouldn't be set ablaze) and I swear I felt something bite me. I could have been just a dream (most of the clothes I thought I moved were still there in the morning) but I'm not taking anymore chances.

Changin, choochoo.

I thought it would be a really good idea to start a new blog. Mostly to help with my typing skills and to force me writing on a semi-consistent basis. Let's hope this doesn't go the way of my old xanga.

I'm really jealous of all those people who can type super fast without looking at their keyboard (which is almost every human born before 1982) because I haven't mastered that skill yet. I can sometimes look up from the keypad (but it's still a 50/50 percentage and I'm not okay with that).

I'm not sure what other things I should talk about in this entry because I'm tired and I still have some reading to do. BUT! I'm going to make a heart promise to myself to post on this blog 2-3 times per week. OKAYKEWL!