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Well, I've moved
I've rented a bachelor apartment on Queen and Main, and am living *completely* alone .. .. it's glorious. Although I did have a shower at night there for the first time the other day and it took me a while to convince myself that I do have two locks locked on the door, and the sounds of doors opening *are not mine*. I had to check like, 3 times.. but now I'm quite used to it. So if you want to break into my house: do it. I'll never believe it's actually my door.
The place was *disgustingly dirty* when I took possession... I had to put off bringing my stuff in just so we could clean it enough for it not to infect my boxes with the plague. It took just under a week before it was good enough to sleep in.. so I spent a considerable amount of time on my parents' couch. The old lady who used to live there was apparantly a heavy pot smoker, had a small dog, and owned about 3000 candles, many of which she left for me. Gross. So the walls are all completely yellowed with smoke, and all need desperately to be painted. And not just because I want it to be pretty; they need to be coated in some sort of sealant to keep her crazy old pot smoking diseases at bay. I've got the bedroom completely finished (ceilng, walls, trim, furniture in place, new bed) and the bathroom will be finished within the hour. Today's menu - wash the walls and ceiling of the hallway and kitchen with acid or bleach, then paint.
And speaking of crazy old ladies!! There's one who lives down the hall from me who wanders around in her pyjamas and housecoat and *accosted* me for a full 45 minutes (no jokesies) telling me the same 4 stories over.. and over.. and over... each time she finished one it would lead her into the same train of thought that made her tell the first one so she would do it again in the exact same words... and then that would lead her into the next.. .. it was some horrible 85 year old loop that I could turn off... and she never paused to let me say "well I've gotta go...." ... there just wasn't space!! So I was standing in my doorway, just getting in, keys still in the lock, lights all off, and she kept telling me how she used to pay her rent by the year but now just month to month because "I'm too old, you know? I moved here before I was 65 and I'm going to be 85 - you figure it out. And the super who moved out well every month she comes to me she comes to me asking for she comes to me this month and says oh I need 100 dollars. Do I make it? She makes the same as me! Sure, I have some money because my husband left me some, we found him dead in his bed, but I can't be giving she asks me for 100 dollars! Do I make it? How do these people.. they must owe money. I never owe no money except sometimes 20 dollars on my Visa but I pay it. I pay it. These people must owe money. You know I used to pay my rent by the year or two years but now just month to month. I'm too old, you know! I moved here before I was 65 and I'm going to be 85. You figure it out. ......."
AAAAAAAAA
And then she made me take a tour of her apartment! And I tried to say no but she wouldn't drop it and then I did and it was kinda nice but my car was parked on Main st. and it was almost 4 and there's no parking there from 4 - 6 and if I didn't move it it would be towed and my meter was running out and I had to and she wouldn't and man... I made it out in the nick of time.. but seriously... she's going to do that every time I'm in the hallway... but maybe she'll make me cookies. I'd enjoy cookies..
So the internet isn't going to be installed until the 17th.. so that sucks..
I hear people went to the phoenix on wednesday.. .. karaoke is actually off because of Frosh week.. but it will 100% be back next wednesday and every wednesday thereafter.
Anyway.. Ima go scrub some walls.