6-1-06

It seems that only when things are going bad that I want to write in this journal. The thing is that everything has been going good and I don’t feel like writing in it. Last night Julie spent the night at my place for the first time up in my bed. We were up there and we kissed a little bit and started talking about things when we heard the chinging of keys and someone trying to open the door. My roommate had come back, after three days of being gone. We looked at each other like, oh no! and we grabbed the blanket and acted like we were asleep. He came in and turned off the lamp that was on underneath us and covered up the windows knocking the fan that faced us off place. Because of this we could no longer see each other and also it started to drastically heat up because the room and outside is so so fucking hot. Anyways he crawls into bed and he makes weird little sounds that we think nothing about. Then all of a sudden “UUUWAAAHH!” and Julie and I look at each other in shock and then in laughter that he was puking in his bed. He puked alot of times in a row. We were laughing so hard, trying not to have him hear us laughing at him, that would have been really bad. After alot of kissing and hugging, Julie had to go to the bathroom. I decided to go to but when I came back I found that Julie accidentelly locked me out. I had to go rent my key out. That was about it for that night.