Where did the summer go?

[cheryl_lynn]

The time is dwindling down, and although I am looking forward to the beginning of the semester back at CSULB, I am not looking forward to what school being back in session entails.  Caitlynn starts school before I do, August 30th.  And all around this time period I will be *hopefully* moving into a new place, yet again.  I didn't want to leave my house.  But apparently the boys did.  Holly is moving somewhere, who knows.  But since she's getting out, the boys want me out to so they can convert this run down house into an even more run down house aka bachelor pad.  I was pretty livid at first, but then figured this is better in the long run.  They're messy, dirty and want to be able to bring random people home to a party house (that doesn't include a 7 year old) and they call me a control freak for locking my bedroom door (HELLO random people in my bedroom) and for always doing the dishes.  I left a note a few months back asking them to at least not leave trash in the 'common living areas' which is basically just the living room/kitchen area.  I couldn't care less about their bedrooms, I don't ever go in there.  But C'MON there was trash on the COUCH.  At least keep it on the coffee table if you're not going to put trash IN THE TRASH CAN!  They put up sticky fly paper above the sink and the trash can.  I was seriously like WTF if you took out the trash instead of piling it on top of the lid and put the dishes in the dishwasher instead of piling them up in the sink then MAYBE WE WOULDN'T HAVE FLIES TO TRAP WITH THE FLY PAPER!!!!  See, now this is why I decided that maybe it is better that I'm working on getting out of here.  There was just some shady shit going on and as always, I just prefer the truth, don't try to pull one over on me, because HELLO I am not brainless like all the other girls these boys like to keep in their company.  Okay enough about that.  I need to be patient for 3-5 business days.  AARGH  it's going to kill me.

It's  okay, I had Subway for lunch.

More to come, I have a lot to spill out from my brain so that I can finally sleep at night instead of passing out boracha, haha.

Time for a picnic at the beach.