Good Morning, good morning!
Yes, it's night, but I've had the good morning song stuck in my head for three days... THREE DAYS! I don't really mind it, but I find myself lapsing in song at odd moments. I plan to find the song online so I can indulge myself. =]
Update: I'm in my new apartment. Classes are going... My roommates are cool, they have fed me! I have room to workout in my room, though I haven't had much time to do it. The place is okay, though there have been issues.
Like only one trash can on the entire property. I mean trash can, period. No cans at the buildings, none at the pool, none at the picnic area. Ridiculous. We have one trash compactor, which has had intermitent performance. I actually spent 30 minutes in the drizzle last week figuring out why the compactor wouldn't work, fixing it, then doing the other residents the favor of putting their trash in the compactor. Yes, I splashed through trash contaminated puddles to keep others from being fined for leaving their trash around the compactor. Others that didn't take the time to make it work. Now, I'm jaded. Someone vandalized the van while it was parked in the lot during Robert's last visit. All they did was rip off the wipers, smash them up, and bend the wiper arms. So the van doesn't have wipers, or didn't. I reported it to campus police and the complex, but I got no indication that they are modifying security. I was told, 'Once the security fence and gate are completed, people won't be able to just walk in and mess with things'. Okay... Assuming the culprit didn't live here or wasn't a guest of a resident, that's great, but that's a lot of assumtion. So, a suck incident.
I did get a B on my briefing! Which was cool. I was sure I bombed it. And now we end this on a nice note. =]
Update: I'm in my new apartment. Classes are going... My roommates are cool, they have fed me! I have room to workout in my room, though I haven't had much time to do it. The place is okay, though there have been issues.
Like only one trash can on the entire property. I mean trash can, period. No cans at the buildings, none at the pool, none at the picnic area. Ridiculous. We have one trash compactor, which has had intermitent performance. I actually spent 30 minutes in the drizzle last week figuring out why the compactor wouldn't work, fixing it, then doing the other residents the favor of putting their trash in the compactor. Yes, I splashed through trash contaminated puddles to keep others from being fined for leaving their trash around the compactor. Others that didn't take the time to make it work. Now, I'm jaded. Someone vandalized the van while it was parked in the lot during Robert's last visit. All they did was rip off the wipers, smash them up, and bend the wiper arms. So the van doesn't have wipers, or didn't. I reported it to campus police and the complex, but I got no indication that they are modifying security. I was told, 'Once the security fence and gate are completed, people won't be able to just walk in and mess with things'. Okay... Assuming the culprit didn't live here or wasn't a guest of a resident, that's great, but that's a lot of assumtion. So, a suck incident.
I did get a B on my briefing! Which was cool. I was sure I bombed it. And now we end this on a nice note. =]