Tomorrow . . . ewww
This week we've been getting laminated floors to replace the nasty dirty stained carpet we are currently blessed with. The problem is, in order to get the floor, we have to each clean out our rooms and move all the shit out. This wouldn't be such a HUGE deal if it weren't for the fact that I have this lovely thing called a "Hochbett". It's kind of like a bunk bed, except without the bed underneath. And since my lovely Hochbett is homemade, it's drilled into the wall, meaning that my "building engineer" and architect roommates are going to have to figure out how to get it down and set it back up again so that I won't come crashing down in the middle of the night.
I'm pretty sure I can trust the "building engineer" (no idea what it's really called in English) roommate, because he actually studies and goes to class and shit . . . but the architect one is kind of lazy and does a whole lot more pot than homework . . . and normally that wouldn't bother me . . . (well, OK, normally it does bother me, but not a whole lot) . . . but this is my life we're talking about here. I mean, what if this thing comes crashing down in the middle of the night with me on it . . . fuck .. . maybe I should make one of them sleep on it before I do. That sounds like a great plan.
Ugh, I have to pack up all my shit in boxes and shit tonight. Unfortunately, I have no desire to do anything right now . . . fuck a duck.
Oh yeah, and Claire! I'm not going to be in Chinese class tomorrow . . .but I'm going to Kai's lecture . .. so there might be some questions as to why I'm not there in class. Can you please tell Frau Buchta that "Die Larissa ist nicht da, weil sie heute Laminat (no idea how to spell that) kriegt und ihr Hochbett ausbauen muss." But only if she asks and people make comments about it (which I doubt they will).
I'm pretty sure I can trust the "building engineer" (no idea what it's really called in English) roommate, because he actually studies and goes to class and shit . . . but the architect one is kind of lazy and does a whole lot more pot than homework . . . and normally that wouldn't bother me . . . (well, OK, normally it does bother me, but not a whole lot) . . . but this is my life we're talking about here. I mean, what if this thing comes crashing down in the middle of the night with me on it . . . fuck .. . maybe I should make one of them sleep on it before I do. That sounds like a great plan.
Ugh, I have to pack up all my shit in boxes and shit tonight. Unfortunately, I have no desire to do anything right now . . . fuck a duck.
Oh yeah, and Claire! I'm not going to be in Chinese class tomorrow . . .but I'm going to Kai's lecture . .. so there might be some questions as to why I'm not there in class. Can you please tell Frau Buchta that "Die Larissa ist nicht da, weil sie heute Laminat (no idea how to spell that) kriegt und ihr Hochbett ausbauen muss." But only if she asks and people make comments about it (which I doubt they will).