So I was walking down the hall
How noticeably bad things really are:
1) In order to mask the smell in the hall, the carpet is covered in this white powder, which mixed with the shitty odor produces an aroma reminiscent of Miami Beach. When it stinks.
2) My toilet constantly gets clogged. I HATE going to the bathroom dying to take a piss only to find a floater staring me in the eye. Gross right? Fuck yea it's gross. I hate my suitemates.
3) Drunk white people. Now I know some of you are white. You must realize, I am referring to the stereotypical college white kid, that goes "YEAHHHHHH! WOOOOOOO!!!" when he's downed 15 beers at 5 in the morning, the night before I've got a test.
4) Something malfunctioned in the AC system, and now all the rooms are approximately crotch temperature. I go to sleep feeling icky, and I wake up sweaty. AHH I hate this fucking place. It's like they want us to never come back...
5) The food progressively gets worse. I swear I've had turkey slices with mashed potatoes at least twice this week.
6) I have to attend a mandatory meeting in order to move out. I can't just, you know, move out. They need to complicate things further.
7) When I complained about the heat, the person at the front desk told me to "sweat it out". Fuck you, asshole.
I really can't wait to leave this dump. I'm getting ripped off so badly. I'm paying top dollar for a horrendous place to live. The residents are slightly more advanced than chimpanzees, failing to comprehend that the elevator is a transport, not a waste recepticle. It's constantly littered with candy bar wrappers, beer cans, piss, and the occasional sticky white substance on the elevator buttons. Yea. Fucking disgusting.
The food isn't great, at all. I just can't wait to live at home for 4 months. I really miss the comforts of having my own room, a mother who cooks excellent food, family around me, and a functional air conditioning unit and toilet. No drunk college kids keeping me awake at night. Of course, no independence, but hell, I'd say I'm have lots of liberties while I'm at home. I can practically do anything I want, except bring home a bitch to fuck. Which I wouldn't do in my own home, anyway.
Moving on, I joined a great Livejournal community, it's called show_your_boobs. I encourage you all to join, and to show your boobs.
1) In order to mask the smell in the hall, the carpet is covered in this white powder, which mixed with the shitty odor produces an aroma reminiscent of Miami Beach. When it stinks.
2) My toilet constantly gets clogged. I HATE going to the bathroom dying to take a piss only to find a floater staring me in the eye. Gross right? Fuck yea it's gross. I hate my suitemates.
3) Drunk white people. Now I know some of you are white. You must realize, I am referring to the stereotypical college white kid, that goes "YEAHHHHHH! WOOOOOOO!!!" when he's downed 15 beers at 5 in the morning, the night before I've got a test.
4) Something malfunctioned in the AC system, and now all the rooms are approximately crotch temperature. I go to sleep feeling icky, and I wake up sweaty. AHH I hate this fucking place. It's like they want us to never come back...
5) The food progressively gets worse. I swear I've had turkey slices with mashed potatoes at least twice this week.
6) I have to attend a mandatory meeting in order to move out. I can't just, you know, move out. They need to complicate things further.
7) When I complained about the heat, the person at the front desk told me to "sweat it out". Fuck you, asshole.
I really can't wait to leave this dump. I'm getting ripped off so badly. I'm paying top dollar for a horrendous place to live. The residents are slightly more advanced than chimpanzees, failing to comprehend that the elevator is a transport, not a waste recepticle. It's constantly littered with candy bar wrappers, beer cans, piss, and the occasional sticky white substance on the elevator buttons. Yea. Fucking disgusting.
The food isn't great, at all. I just can't wait to live at home for 4 months. I really miss the comforts of having my own room, a mother who cooks excellent food, family around me, and a functional air conditioning unit and toilet. No drunk college kids keeping me awake at night. Of course, no independence, but hell, I'd say I'm have lots of liberties while I'm at home. I can practically do anything I want, except bring home a bitch to fuck. Which I wouldn't do in my own home, anyway.
Moving on, I joined a great Livejournal community, it's called show_your_boobs. I encourage you all to join, and to show your boobs.