fuckin suite
I've spent since Sunday trying to move out of Terrace 10...emphasis on the trying part. It's so fucking trashed, and I can't not get aggravated every second I'm in there. There's so much shit people left behind for me to have to take care of, with out even the slightest bit of courtesy to clean up any of it or take out any of the very clearly communal trash. Other people's dishes, food, games, and accessories, all for me to have to cram into a new dorm room that I have to pay for out of my own pocket. Yeah, because I really want to spend my summer busting my ass 40+ hours a week and come home to other people's shit all over. Thanks. Alls I know is that I won't be losing any sleep if things like Zacky D's one Birkenstock don't get found even if I try. And I'm sure as hell not paying to ship all this stuff to anyone, because the amount of crap that got left for me to handle is completely fucking ridiculous. Grr.
On the positive side, I started the move to my summer housing on Sunday...A double in Terrace 8. I love it. Even moreso, I didn't get assigned a roommate. Since Boxy's lease for her house doesn't start until June 1st, she's my temp roommie for the time being as opposed to, well, being homeless for now.
Work goes well. Busy, tiring, but same old same old. Great crew, good conversations...A lot of the better dirt out already, which makes way for even more hilarious storytime in the future. I'm so trashy. No, you're crazy.
I got Honey Brown and Rolling Rock for the first official Beer After Work Thursday tommorrow with Boxy. We're going to watch Honey and drink Honey Brown, and then make frozen TV dinners. We're so hott I could shit. After she moves into her place, we're upgrading to sitting in lawn chairs in a kiddie pool so we can chill out. The point is to go from "good beer" to increasingly crappier stuff. By the end of the summer we'll be funneling 40s of Hurricane in her front yard...I can't wait.
God, I'm so freakin sore and tired and everything. I think bed calls.
On the positive side, I started the move to my summer housing on Sunday...A double in Terrace 8. I love it. Even moreso, I didn't get assigned a roommate. Since Boxy's lease for her house doesn't start until June 1st, she's my temp roommie for the time being as opposed to, well, being homeless for now.
Work goes well. Busy, tiring, but same old same old. Great crew, good conversations...A lot of the better dirt out already, which makes way for even more hilarious storytime in the future. I'm so trashy. No, you're crazy.
I got Honey Brown and Rolling Rock for the first official Beer After Work Thursday tommorrow with Boxy. We're going to watch Honey and drink Honey Brown, and then make frozen TV dinners. We're so hott I could shit. After she moves into her place, we're upgrading to sitting in lawn chairs in a kiddie pool so we can chill out. The point is to go from "good beer" to increasingly crappier stuff. By the end of the summer we'll be funneling 40s of Hurricane in her front yard...I can't wait.
God, I'm so freakin sore and tired and everything. I think bed calls.