it's saturday afternoon in co-op
and fights are breaking out in my kitchen? wtf.
apparently this is what happens when you put a whole bunch of clashing egos in a house. it's come to my attention that's sort of what co-op (and on a wider scale, university) is about.
but so yeah, the fight. this kid barrett (and i use 'kid' very, very loosely, because it's entirely possible that he's between 26 and 30), who's a short, weird (paul saw him and thought "gremlin") friend of JP, who lives next door to me, carries around a saxophone (how do you spell saxaphone??), and has been known to drink entire bottles of people's personal listerine with the intention of getting drunk in the early afternoon, was banned from our house last week on the grounds that he'd been walking around the house, singing loudly in the mornings, playing his saxaphone, and being generally annoying, as well as stealing listerine and food. JP was in full support of this. But now all that means is we've got this weird guy hanging around just outside our house.
The first night he was banned i heard him in the backyard shouting up to JP's window, "I know i've been banned from your house, buddy, but I know you're up there, man" etc. etc. Notice how he doesn't really say what he wants, because he doesn't really want anything, as far as I've been able to tell. In the last few days it's been getting worse. Last night he was out back serenading JP on his sax. (sex for sax?) and this morning he came inside somehow, and got kicked out, and then stood outside yelling about us university bitches and how he had a degree too.
I think the fight in the kitchen broke out because JP brought him in and he wouldn't leave, and he finally left (after i heard the tinklings of some dishware smashing) calling us all bitches, ranting about how he didn't like threats of calling the police on him, and supposing loudly that he should probably kick all of our asses.
Out self-righteous house manager, andrew, who threatened to move out after a particularly interesting evening involving our house alcoholic having the cops called on him, was the other one involved in the fight, from what i heard through the floor. Andrew proports an ideology of sort of active-inaction, wherein he loves making threats and yelling but never actually wants to work to accomplish anything for the better of the house. In some ways i think i should have run for house manager (because i'm the only one that's not insane), but on days like today I'm glad i didn't, because i'd much rather have a running biased commentary on everyone else instead of having to practice household diplomacy.
And that's it for today, folks! I'm going back to studying.
Anyone have fun last night? Paul and I left at 12:30 to get away from the obnoxious crowds and seedy men, and ended up in Chicago's diner getting a late night bite and wowing people with our costumes. Too bad he wasn't still wearing his moustache, except he probably would have had the police called on him for looking like a pervert.
apparently this is what happens when you put a whole bunch of clashing egos in a house. it's come to my attention that's sort of what co-op (and on a wider scale, university) is about.
but so yeah, the fight. this kid barrett (and i use 'kid' very, very loosely, because it's entirely possible that he's between 26 and 30), who's a short, weird (paul saw him and thought "gremlin") friend of JP, who lives next door to me, carries around a saxophone (how do you spell saxaphone??), and has been known to drink entire bottles of people's personal listerine with the intention of getting drunk in the early afternoon, was banned from our house last week on the grounds that he'd been walking around the house, singing loudly in the mornings, playing his saxaphone, and being generally annoying, as well as stealing listerine and food. JP was in full support of this. But now all that means is we've got this weird guy hanging around just outside our house.
The first night he was banned i heard him in the backyard shouting up to JP's window, "I know i've been banned from your house, buddy, but I know you're up there, man" etc. etc. Notice how he doesn't really say what he wants, because he doesn't really want anything, as far as I've been able to tell. In the last few days it's been getting worse. Last night he was out back serenading JP on his sax. (sex for sax?) and this morning he came inside somehow, and got kicked out, and then stood outside yelling about us university bitches and how he had a degree too.
I think the fight in the kitchen broke out because JP brought him in and he wouldn't leave, and he finally left (after i heard the tinklings of some dishware smashing) calling us all bitches, ranting about how he didn't like threats of calling the police on him, and supposing loudly that he should probably kick all of our asses.
Out self-righteous house manager, andrew, who threatened to move out after a particularly interesting evening involving our house alcoholic having the cops called on him, was the other one involved in the fight, from what i heard through the floor. Andrew proports an ideology of sort of active-inaction, wherein he loves making threats and yelling but never actually wants to work to accomplish anything for the better of the house. In some ways i think i should have run for house manager (because i'm the only one that's not insane), but on days like today I'm glad i didn't, because i'd much rather have a running biased commentary on everyone else instead of having to practice household diplomacy.
And that's it for today, folks! I'm going back to studying.
Anyone have fun last night? Paul and I left at 12:30 to get away from the obnoxious crowds and seedy men, and ended up in Chicago's diner getting a late night bite and wowing people with our costumes. Too bad he wasn't still wearing his moustache, except he probably would have had the police called on him for looking like a pervert.