This quarter of school has been kinda rough, so finals have been very much not fun. For the past two weeks or so I've spent most of my time at home sitting in front of my computer going "blerggghh!" at an empty Word document, willing my work to do itself, while Allen plays FFXIII or whatever. So today is the day of my last final, HOORAY. And then this happened when Allen was leaving for work this morning:
Lisa: Yaaay, last final!
Allen: Yaaay, I'm excited to hang out with you tonight!
Lisa: ...Oh, I'm going out with Ira tonight. (nb: Allen does not usually go out)
Allen: ...Then yaaay, I'm excited to play video games by myself and cry!
lulz!
An aside, because if I finish this post then I have to write my stupid paper for my stupid Victorian Novel class:
I really want someone to go see the Hunger Games movie with, so I bullied Allen into reading the books. As usually happens in our relationship, I WAS RIGHT. He liked the books a lot (so much, in fact, that he was really adorably super bummed out when he finished them and had no more Hunger Games to read). Unfortunately, my plan has backfired! He likes the books so much that he doesn't want to see them "corrupted by Hollywood" and won't watch the fucking trailer, and refuses to even hear casting news ("Hey, did you hear who's playing Haymitch?" "LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOOOOOUUU!").
Hoist by my own petard. :(