Congeniality has a 3.63 second life-span on Omegle
And I don’t usually help to increase the length of that life-span.
Anyway.
I might be moving (AGAIN), because I hate this dark little hell-hole known as my apartment. The other people who live in the various other suits in this house are a bunch of inconsiderate assholes that make way too much noise and DON’T CLEAN THE LAUNDRY LINT CATCHER THING. That’s one of my biggest not-walking-related pet peeves. Also, my landlady lives above us all and is physically incapable of NOT stomping when she walks as well as NOT shouting when she talks. So screw her.
I’m also tired of living in basements/ground floor apartments with people above me. Aside from the short stay in McConnell (which, despite the roaches, was a really awesome place), I’ve lived in “basements” since 9th grade. The place I’m looking at now only costs $50 more than the place I live at now and is bigger, brighter, nicer, has no signs of silverfish, has no signs of spiders, newly remodeled, on the top floor, has a balcony, and allows CATS, so I can bring Annabelle up here when I come back up from being in Moscow in July. It also isn’t surrounded by this pine tree crap on all sides (SO SICK OF PINE TREES), so I won’t feel like I’m living in the Pacific Northwest 24/7. I really, REALLY hope I get it, ‘cause I think that would improve my “Vancouver sucks balls” attitude a little bit.
Hopefully yay. Hopefully.
I also realize that the urge to change location every year or so must be genetic, as even after I moved away from my mom’s direct influence, I’ve changed my housing once per year (Wallace year 1, McConnell year 2, Sean and the other dorks year 3, this hellhole year 4, and hopefully less of a hellhole next year). It’s funny and tragic at the same time.
Edit: I also like how MySpace is apparently letting me post blogs every other day now. Haha, but I guess I shouldn’t complain or it’ll flip out on my like before.
Today’s song: Octopus I Love You by Dalmatian Rex and The Eigentones
Until we meet again, USA…
So today my mom and I drove up to Vancouver to move my crap into my new apartment. I almost made my playlist EXACTLY as long as it needed to be…if we hadn’t gotten stuck in a traffic jam, it would have ended perfectly.
Oh well.
Pictures to come soon.
Edit: right here!
I’m going to miss all you weirdos
Aww, I’m going to miss all you strange and silly people I’ve acquired as friends. Particularly you band geeks and you former roommates. Especially those of you who stripped with me…which is a surprisingly large amount of you.
I’ll see y’all at the end of October, then again sometime in December/January. We should all hang at my dad’s during Christmas break. Pizza and other randomness.
*in best Comic Book Guy voice* “Longest move ever.”
Holy crap. So from about 3:00 PM yesterday (or whenever we got back from St. Marie’s, Matt, I can’t remember) to approximately 5:00 this afternoon, I’ve been moving out/helping Sean move to his new apartment. No sleep. Mashed potatoes break for both of us around midnight, but that was it.
But damn, I got that kitchen clean.
What’s worse is the fact that I have to go work a 22-hour shift in two hours. Please kill me now.
Getting set up in a new house…that’s something I haven’t done like 16 times already…
New room = set up. Also, we now have a shower curtain, dishwashing soap, sponges, a broom, and about 1/5 of the dishes from Sean’s washed. We also set up Sean’s “entertainment center/bed/desk” combo thing last night after he got back from work, something that is NOT a two-person job. It didn’t help that we put one side on backwards and the pieces weigh like 200 pounds a piece.
But yay! I live off campus and out of my parents’ house now. Finally.
I am not your pool boy, I shall not wear those shorts!
First off, Rob, thank you SO MUCH for helping us move! I’m sorry we injured you to the point you were walking like Dr. House to/during/from the drag show.
And now to the meat of my blog…
This new house is AMAZING. And by “amazing” I mean “completely falsely-advertised and yet completely hilarious.”
Things that are totally worth mentioning about this house include:
- There are these two HUGE windows in the front of the house. There are no curtains/blinds/anything to cover them.
- One of these said windows is in Sean’s “bedroom,” which is really just a side room off of the living room that is connected with two large French doors (also without curtains).
- The porch light, which is way too high for any human to reach, has an outlet in it. What the hell?
- There’s this depression in the floor of the corner of the living/dining room. We have no idea what it is or where it came from, but it looks disturbing. We’ve dubbed it the Soul Hole.
- The second bathroom that was listed on the webpage? Yeah, we can’t find it. We’ve decided it’s invisible.
- One of the bedrooms is painted LILAC. It’s amazing.
- The filter for the air vent is like 3 times too big for said air vent. It’s this big green filter just shoved under the vent. Awesome.
- There’s an upper apartment. With people living in it. This wasn’t listed as a duplex. But we can’t find the stairs, so I guess that’s okay.
- The porch tilts dramatically. We’re calling it the “wheelchair accessible” feature.
- My room’s closet has CUBBIES!!
- There’s a random piece of wood tied to the fence.
- Half the lights are missing/broken/both missing and broken. The fluorescent light in the kitchen could cause seizures.
- The window in my room? It FALLS OUT OF THE FRAME. RANDOMLY. WITHOUT PROVOCATION. IT ALMOST KILLED ME.
- And the blind for this window is about five inches too short.
- Michael’s room’s closet doors are off. They’re just propped up against the wall.
- The locks on the three rooms clustered in the back are—get this—on the OUTSIDES of the rooms. That means we can lock those three in their rooms. Sweet.
I’m going to love it here, I’m telling you that right now.
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