Bringing my TV.
Ly has claimed it and I believe she is fusing into the couch fibers as I type this. I usually wouldn't mind, I can tune stuff out when I'm reading pretty well, but she watches CRAP. (No offense meant to anyone who shares her taste in shows, I don't care for sitcoms in general)
Yesterday she watched an 8 hour marathon of America's Next Top Model. 8. Hours. Today she's watched every single lame dramody (sp?) aimed at high school girls there is. And she's got the damn volume so HIGH! Even with headphones on I could hear every badly written angst-ridden word the characters said. Nothing like mingling The Origins and Development of the English Language text with "I love James, even though we've only been dating for two weeks. Why can't you understand that I love him? He's my solemate! You're just jealous because you have no one!" Gag.
I would like to relax and watch some TV, but The Hills is not my kind of show. So I can choose between causing a stink or sitting at my desk and watching something on my laptop.
Oh... and neither of my roommates say "Bless you." if you sneeze. WEIRD.