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Just moved into the house on Windom Place and am a peeved to say that it is fucking filthy. There are rot, roaches, and ruffians all over this place. Before I get on with the paid hours of my day, I need to look up some stuff on tenants' rights because, oh Jesus, I should be able to cook in my own kitchen without a fear of food contamination. The bugs, there is one in every eyeful. Fortunately, there is something totally redeeming about my room (specifically my palace of a bed) which makes living here okay for now. I will be crying to Mrs. Roumel about the kitchen cabinet unit.
Besides the household episodes, the other part of my life-Chinese-is going alright. Though, I know I could be dedicating so much more of my time. Cleaning this house, like going to the gym, is one of those procrastination techniques which leave me feeling not so bad about pushing academic work to the side. If I do poorly, at least I have rock solid biceps and sparkling bathroom counters. Aww shit, I really do want to blow Chinese out of the water though.
Dear Amanda, I relate totally to your money troubles. I have promised myself that I will not buy a single stitch of clothing that is not second-hand. At least for a few months...
Besides the household episodes, the other part of my life-Chinese-is going alright. Though, I know I could be dedicating so much more of my time. Cleaning this house, like going to the gym, is one of those procrastination techniques which leave me feeling not so bad about pushing academic work to the side. If I do poorly, at least I have rock solid biceps and sparkling bathroom counters. Aww shit, I really do want to blow Chinese out of the water though.
Dear Amanda, I relate totally to your money troubles. I have promised myself that I will not buy a single stitch of clothing that is not second-hand. At least for a few months...