Modern Tragedy
Today I moved from my second floor prison-cell into a one bedroom apartment with my dear friend, now roommate Steph. It was nice to clean out my room, now I know all of the shiaaaat that I have. I think a trip to Beacon's Closet is in store if I get a free moment. It will be nice to now only share a kitchen and bathroom with one other person, rather than 8, and all for only twenty more dollars a month.
My room on the second floor was nice though. it is always nice walking into a room that reminds you of death and psychological disorders and then living in it and watching it transform. I think I helped this room.
The story of the move is as follows:
Once upon a time there was a wonderful apartment, A-2 in Forin Manor, where people congregated on the weekend to drink gin and tonics. The host and hostess were the lovely Tyler Wittaker and Meghan. We do not know Meghan's last name because she is very quiet, but that is trivial. In any case, one night when people were socializing, dancing to Pavement and such a stranger entered the room. He refused a drink and refused to smile. His name is Evilx. The night went on and two bottles of gin later a few brawls break out. Andrew fights Tyler. Andrew wins. Tyler fights Andrew, and again Andrew wins. Andrew begins to fight Stephanie and Tyler falls asleep sitting cross-legged with only his fists holding his chin up. Suddenly Meghan, getting a running start, kicks Tyler in the stomach and he suddenly awakes. His ruddy face is bewildered, Andrew and Stephanie cease their brawl while simultaneously a smile peels across Evilx's wiley face. Things wind down...fast and we all retire to our rooms, an instant end to the gathering.
The following morning whilest Stephanie and I are enjoying our ritualistic Saturday morning coffee, Tyler rapts upon my door. But we were in Stephanie's room. So he walked down the hall and rapt upon Stephanie's door and we answered. In our doorway stood a disheveled Tyler, still in his bathrobe, his hair wildly facing all directions. Before we knew it, poor Tyler is telling us the story of Meghan's confession. She and Evilx had been canoodling for the past week, and her subtle way of telling Tyler this was acting hostile toward him and their relationship. He came to tell us that he would be moving out.
Tyler moving out meant the dynamic of Fortin Manor would be severely altered. We put it simply that if Fortin Manor were its own county, which in many ways it is Tyler would be the mayor. In a bigger scope of the world, if Fortin Manor were the world, Tyler would be the king and the world would be a better place because everyone would be wicked smart and drink a lot of gin and tonic.
Reguardless the thought of Tyler moving out was a threat. For a few seconds Stephanie and I basked in hating Meghan, but that is counterproductive so we decided to offer our rooms to the two of them. YEA! That was a good idea, we offered to move into the apartment and let them split up between our two rooms.
After this week everyone will be moved in and the people of Fortin Manor will live happily ever after. (Or until May)
That is what I am doing now. Moving, I am moving and sleeping on my sisters couch.
Tomorrow morning I am also attending Haley's dance class at nine am. But I have acquired a better sleeping schedual as of late so waking up at eight should not be an issue. Haley is very wonderful, very cute, but clearly in the terrible two's phase of her life.
My room on the second floor was nice though. it is always nice walking into a room that reminds you of death and psychological disorders and then living in it and watching it transform. I think I helped this room.
The story of the move is as follows:
Once upon a time there was a wonderful apartment, A-2 in Forin Manor, where people congregated on the weekend to drink gin and tonics. The host and hostess were the lovely Tyler Wittaker and Meghan. We do not know Meghan's last name because she is very quiet, but that is trivial. In any case, one night when people were socializing, dancing to Pavement and such a stranger entered the room. He refused a drink and refused to smile. His name is Evilx. The night went on and two bottles of gin later a few brawls break out. Andrew fights Tyler. Andrew wins. Tyler fights Andrew, and again Andrew wins. Andrew begins to fight Stephanie and Tyler falls asleep sitting cross-legged with only his fists holding his chin up. Suddenly Meghan, getting a running start, kicks Tyler in the stomach and he suddenly awakes. His ruddy face is bewildered, Andrew and Stephanie cease their brawl while simultaneously a smile peels across Evilx's wiley face. Things wind down...fast and we all retire to our rooms, an instant end to the gathering.
The following morning whilest Stephanie and I are enjoying our ritualistic Saturday morning coffee, Tyler rapts upon my door. But we were in Stephanie's room. So he walked down the hall and rapt upon Stephanie's door and we answered. In our doorway stood a disheveled Tyler, still in his bathrobe, his hair wildly facing all directions. Before we knew it, poor Tyler is telling us the story of Meghan's confession. She and Evilx had been canoodling for the past week, and her subtle way of telling Tyler this was acting hostile toward him and their relationship. He came to tell us that he would be moving out.
Tyler moving out meant the dynamic of Fortin Manor would be severely altered. We put it simply that if Fortin Manor were its own county, which in many ways it is Tyler would be the mayor. In a bigger scope of the world, if Fortin Manor were the world, Tyler would be the king and the world would be a better place because everyone would be wicked smart and drink a lot of gin and tonic.
Reguardless the thought of Tyler moving out was a threat. For a few seconds Stephanie and I basked in hating Meghan, but that is counterproductive so we decided to offer our rooms to the two of them. YEA! That was a good idea, we offered to move into the apartment and let them split up between our two rooms.
After this week everyone will be moved in and the people of Fortin Manor will live happily ever after. (Or until May)
That is what I am doing now. Moving, I am moving and sleeping on my sisters couch.
Tomorrow morning I am also attending Haley's dance class at nine am. But I have acquired a better sleeping schedual as of late so waking up at eight should not be an issue. Haley is very wonderful, very cute, but clearly in the terrible two's phase of her life.