Do you really think she'll pull through
I'm exhausted. Today I was a cleaning fiend. I always am, but this time was like a serious binge. Brianna and I spent a good 6 hours, with a small break for internet discovery. Basically, the Chinese crack-whores who lived here before us were filthy, but hey, what do they care, they're just in it for the crack. There was really cute retro contact paper in our kitchen hidden under layers of dirt and bird seed. It was not fun to clean up. We're so glad its gone though, and the wood is pretty clean where ever the paper made contact. But its still really gros and we put some of our own down.
It was a good time for the two of us to bond. We pretty much have come up with interesting back stories for everyone in the building:
- The people who lived here before us were Chinese (last names on mail) crack whores (white powder everywhere) who didn't care about being clean because when ever it got too dirty, they just took another bump. And there were also at least five of them living here (verified by Brianna) and someone sleeping in the laundry room downstairs too!!! The sad thing is that they were related to the old owners and would not move out (verified hence the perpetual service men frequenting our apartment) because they just spent all their rent moeny on crack!!! They're so gross and I hope they take a shower and melt from the anti-baterialness. THEY SUCK...moving on.
- There are people upstairs who don't know how to walk quietly EVER. But I visited them today to see what they hell their problem is, and to borrow scissors, and now we know. Its a tribe of hippie stoner amazons who get stoned all the time, hence the name, hence the fatness, hence the noise. They either do aerobics at all hours of the night in order to work off the munchies perpetually consumes or drag around wheel barrels and giant weed plants. And sometimes they invite boys over and have stoned food orgies, like at Loth.
- Next door is the cute nice guy named Marc. He's from Boston and goes to Haas, but he's letting us use his internet since Comcast is being dicks to us and that is how we discovered he's a secret agent. His network is protected and the password is crazy mad!!! Its like a 20 character sequence of random letters and numbers. He is here to spy on the hippy stoner amazons upstairs with all the weed plants. He also had rodent problems at his former residence, but he has a good sense of humor and a good ass.
Yesterday I hung out with Marie, a girl from Lyon. It was nice. I took her to Becketts. She's only 20; there was no carding. It made me think how greatful I would be if I was only two weeks abroad and I went out with one of the country folk. It would be nice.
I went to dinner with Caroline and Shannon a few days ago. It was so much fun to catch up again. I felt like I was going to pass out half of the time though because I had barely eaten that day and walked at least 5 miles around campus. We ate at a strange self serve Korean place, but they brought us water (shrugs).
Jess and Marsi were up not too long ago. I miss them. I had a lot of fun. I hope they come again!!! I have a cot (and I know one of them is reading). So send me those pictures dammit!!!
I'm tired. I have so much work to do, but I just want to clean. Its filty disgusting here.
It was a good time for the two of us to bond. We pretty much have come up with interesting back stories for everyone in the building:
- The people who lived here before us were Chinese (last names on mail) crack whores (white powder everywhere) who didn't care about being clean because when ever it got too dirty, they just took another bump. And there were also at least five of them living here (verified by Brianna) and someone sleeping in the laundry room downstairs too!!! The sad thing is that they were related to the old owners and would not move out (verified hence the perpetual service men frequenting our apartment) because they just spent all their rent moeny on crack!!! They're so gross and I hope they take a shower and melt from the anti-baterialness. THEY SUCK...moving on.
- There are people upstairs who don't know how to walk quietly EVER. But I visited them today to see what they hell their problem is, and to borrow scissors, and now we know. Its a tribe of hippie stoner amazons who get stoned all the time, hence the name, hence the fatness, hence the noise. They either do aerobics at all hours of the night in order to work off the munchies perpetually consumes or drag around wheel barrels and giant weed plants. And sometimes they invite boys over and have stoned food orgies, like at Loth.
- Next door is the cute nice guy named Marc. He's from Boston and goes to Haas, but he's letting us use his internet since Comcast is being dicks to us and that is how we discovered he's a secret agent. His network is protected and the password is crazy mad!!! Its like a 20 character sequence of random letters and numbers. He is here to spy on the hippy stoner amazons upstairs with all the weed plants. He also had rodent problems at his former residence, but he has a good sense of humor and a good ass.
Yesterday I hung out with Marie, a girl from Lyon. It was nice. I took her to Becketts. She's only 20; there was no carding. It made me think how greatful I would be if I was only two weeks abroad and I went out with one of the country folk. It would be nice.
I went to dinner with Caroline and Shannon a few days ago. It was so much fun to catch up again. I felt like I was going to pass out half of the time though because I had barely eaten that day and walked at least 5 miles around campus. We ate at a strange self serve Korean place, but they brought us water (shrugs).
Jess and Marsi were up not too long ago. I miss them. I had a lot of fun. I hope they come again!!! I have a cot (and I know one of them is reading). So send me those pictures dammit!!!
I'm tired. I have so much work to do, but I just want to clean. Its filty disgusting here.