The Housemate Issue

So we have a housemate who's a real ass. I mean, prime donkey cuts here. So, today I decided that I'd respond by embarrassing him. I shan't leave his name, since that might be construed as illegal, but shall hereby call him the code name Strebor Werdna. (Anyone have a mirror nearby?)
So, this morning he was talking about a breakfast of champions, and when I finally woke up enough my boyfriend texted me back saying that chances were his champion breakfast was probably either pot or beer. Go figure.
So he got ready to go:


Yes. That is shaved hair.
And With the amount of it on the tub, sink, floor and tub mat, I'd assume he shaves. Everywhere. Euw.
Then he leaves it all over because he's a dirty little... (insert name here).
And, he walked into the house early this morning and left these:

That's his door there. And those are muddy shoe prints.
Now, this is nothing, really. I should have been keeping a video diary of his assholishness. I just never thought about it now. Oh well. Attachment of camera to hip.

Time to get around to placing water on the floor by his door so that he gets the picture. Maybe he'll learn that he's a pig.

A Note for the movie theatre company in Canada:

Dearest owner of the movie theatre:
I am writing to complain about the lack of intelligence in your placement and pricing of theatres around Ontario. You see, while I am from Peterborough and the one theatre there is a Galaxy (admission being 9.99 for an adult and 7.99 for a child under thirteen), once I return to where my family is, they only have Famous Players. I do not like Famous Players theatres. They are always dirty, my feet stick to the floor when I go in, and my head has to rest on the lice-infested chair back.
If you could just cut the damn chair tops off and stop spending money on retarded teenagers who can't wash a floor, maybe you could lower the price of your admission the dollar difference between the good, Galaxy ticket and the crappy Famous Players tickets.
Besides that, your pricing difference is ridiculous, considering that we did have a Ciniplex Odeon, but you decided to remove it in favour of the extra money that you received for the admission to the "fancy" "grade A" theatre.
I thank you for deciding quantity over quality, and have therefore decided to buy an old movie theatre and blanket price all admissions at 7.99, and forever download movies in order to screw you out of stealing any of my money ever, ever again: Sincerely,
Nifzeta.

November 1, 2009

Today is the first day of NANOWRIMO but I worked all day, and then I figured out my Avon stuff, and now I'm sitting here. I should also be doing my lab stuff for school, but you know, I won't do it until tomorrow since it's due Tuesday.
Anwyay. Update on the depression: I think it is caused by the pills I was taking (TriCyclen lo) so I've switched them around. I went to see my doctor about it and he said it may even be genetic, so now at least he's aware that I was brutally depressed.

And now, as I sit and watch Meat Loaf: 3 Bats Live (which is concert footage from London, ON, like two shows before I saw it in concert (I was at the Hamilton concert)), I wonder if anyone has ever noticed him pounding on the guitarist's arm in the Out of the Frying Pan song.
It's during the solo by the guitarist, and I understand that you know, the guitarist is soloing and real crazy solos can go on forever, but I mean... he was really wailing and looked right pissed off about something.
I was just like.... Wow. Meat Loaf looks like a dick right there. I really hope there's some sort of inside joke or something between the two of them, because I mean, yeah... Meat's playing a concert of his own, but man... what happens when you take away the actual music? They are playing the stuff that he's singing along to.
I hope he's not pounding on the guy's arm because he's like, pissed that the guy has a solo. I'd be kind of saddened by that if it were true. I mean, how many times does Meat get to wander around the stage talking and being the centre of the whole show? And then this guy gets his two minutes and Meat pounds on his arm?
Please, somebody tell me otherwise. I mean, I'm not gonna stop listening to the awesomeness that is Meat Loaf+Jim Steinman combined, nor will I sell back my other Meat Loaf CDs, like Bad Attitude or Welcome to the Neighbourhood (yeah, that's right. I have them too. He's got some other music that's actually pretty good, that I'm pretty sure Steinman had no hand in. It doesn't sound like his Bat albums though, not really, but they mostly stay with the young teenager kind of angsty topics.)
I would advise you listen to them before you say you're a fan of Meat Loaf, because there's a difference between liking his BOOH I, II and III albums and Meat Loaf as a singer.
Seriously.

Oct 7 2009

Not that anyone cares, but I think I have a severe case of depression that has been getting worse since I was in grade eleven. I think that it really kicked in when I was in grade 12. I can't stand being around people anymore, but when I'm by myself I can't help but just cry, and think about how screwed up I am. And then, here's the kicker: it makes me feel bad that people that I know end up getting hurt by me, so I go off alone and it gets worse. They shouldn't have to deal with this.
I can't be positive, it just won't work. I just can't. There can be nothing positive in a world where everything is so messed up. And every time I do wake up in a good mood, one tiny little thing just pisses me off so much that I can't even do anything and I stay at home in my basement by myself.
Here's the worst part: I don't want to go to a doctor about it because they'll just say: "be more positive" which is the most stupid thing I've ever heard by someone trying to help.
If I could, I would. Unfortunately I've not seen anything to award being positive to. It just screws you and sets you up to fail again. Sets you up to be used, be screwed, be more unhappy in the long run.
I'm not suicidal, but I wish that someone would kill me. I wish I could die in a fire or something, so no one would know my problems and I would just not have to deal with them anymore. The death would be accidental and no one I know would be hurt by me.
I just don't like being alive anymore. I can't find any goals to be interested in. Every time I like something, something goes wrong and my patience is so stretched that stupid things like my boyfriend's freezer causing my drumstick ice cream to melt makes me angry enough to just go buy more.
And him trying to help isn't helping, it's just making me more depressed because both of us just get more angry with each other and it's one more thing that I lose that I wanted.
I hate myself.

Sept., 28, 2009

I am so looking forward to November, for Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month). I was driving my car the other day, and was like... OMGosh! It's totally September! That means that next month is October! And I haven't even thought about any new novel ideas.
So I spent the next twenty minutes thinking about what kind of story I was going to write.
I have no idea.
I'm completely out.
Except for a few snippets of little tantalizing characterization, except for a few little bits and pieces, I really don't know.
And, the story that I had been writing hit a point way, way waaaaaaaaaaay too quickly and I got kind of... stopped. I wasn't sure about if I'd like the story to go that way. So I've written three more chapters than I have published on fictionpress...
But I can't!
Other than that, I'm fighting something that I've concocted in my life again; I suppose I'm good at causing problems. Once again, out of the frying pan and into the fire...
My next decision will be a: Better the devil you know than the devil you don't. Right?

September 26th, 2009

Well, I haven't got too much to complain about, really. I'd like to make a social commentary, and say that in response to the "Pride Parade" that is floating through downtown today, I am slightly offended.
I'm not gay, and if you're gay, I'm happy for you. Congratulations for finding a gender to be with.
Now, why can't I have a "I'm straight, celebrate!" poster and a parade to go along with it, being sure that I'd be accepted by the differently-oriented persons?
Makes me think that maybe our world is a little skewed, here.
Ps: I made stew. MMM.... stew.

...Freakin' awesome tasting. Just like my mummy makes.

August 08, 2009

You know, I try really, really hard sometimes. In a lot. I try really hard to make people happy. I try really hard to keep my car fixed, my computer running.
I try to be everything I`m supposed to be--which if you look at current female role models, it`s fricken impossible. I have to keep everything clean and cook because, well, female. I also have to be independent enough to have a job, live on my own, be going to school and own a vehicle. These two things do not readily mesh. I think I`m at the point where I give up. I don`t even care about anything anymore because I just can`t.
I was picking up my boyfriend from work today--he doesn`t drive, doesn`t have a car and is really not attempting to have either-- and he has this annoying tendency to TEXT me where he is so I can come get him. Like a taxi. Only... better... he moves while I`m driving. I`ll be one place, and he`ll be like `` okay. passing the mall. `` and then like `` passing the beer store``. Now, if you drive, you know it`s damn near impossible to read a text and drive safely at one in the morning while it``s ligtly misting on your car`s windshield. Yes.
I can`t believe it. I have told him about it two nights in a row, and I am getting a little miffed. And then he has the audacity to yell at me and say ``I can imagine you`re wondering why I`m mad!` Yeah. `cause me yelling wouldn`t have angered you. so now he`s angry at me for being angry at him, my car`s brakes are rapidly failing, I don`t have a job, I`m only a mediocre student and I`m not even back on the stupid varsity rugby team because it`s ìnvitation only`.
Yay.
And now my blog is going wonky and every bit of random little signs and signals are screwing up. Or maybe there`s been a new virus for Windows 7 installed on my computer....
Joy, joy, the world sure does run nicely.

August 07, 09

Well, short week, I suppose. Not too much to say. I am missing girlie-girls, immensely. Sadly, being around people who aren't so into things that I am is beginning to take a toll on me. I mean, I can only look like a guy for so long.
But, I guess that's the price of leaving childhood lady-friends at home and hooking up at school with a guy you actually kind of like. I spend the majority of my time sitting in my house. I'm not saying I couldn't go out, I'm saying that the girls I know here where my school is are not the most... makeup-adoring people. Then again...
Well, I offered one of my closest friends up here a night of girly mayhem and she replied with an "Only if there's a horror movie on so I don't feel totally stupid".
Could it be that perhaps I have discovered that I actually kinda like the girly things in life a little and miss them when they're gone? Yes.
Sometimes... I dunno.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to find some new friends who I can be close to, but then... I don't know. Then I trust them and then they like, steal my food and cutlery and stuff.
Yeah. living with people isn't the greatest way to go. Don't live in dorm, but don't live in a house with a large sum of people either. Unless they're all clones of you or you're ready to clean after five of them because you'd like space to shower/pee/eat/clean dishes/do anything other than sleep...
yeah. Definitely one of the hardest summers of my life.
And I still don't even have a job. GT tomorrow, I think; dollar stores, too.
well, I'm going to work on playing with nails and colours and let you guys in on how I've done them in the new future. It should be cool, ish.
More or less.
:D

August 4th, 2009

Well, with any luck I will be back in school in September, and to tell you the truth, I'm looking forward to it. I'm kind of bored with a summer that's close to four and a half months.
Rugby this year has been classified as an "invitation only" so I have no chance of making a team this year... Not many rookies did. Too bad for us. The rookies who did make it were ridiculously good. I'm okay with that. I'm going to play baseball now, and hopefully work too.
Furthermore I'm now a business student. Yay! And I found out that I can't go on to second year courses unless I do the first year course-ADMN 100- that I missed. But I have an accounting 100 so I'm good for that one at least. It just puts my schooling a full year behind, by the end of this one it will be about two.
My house is unhappy to be in so I spend the majority of my time at my boyfriend's.
And hopefully soon I will be employed.
Maybe.

June 17 2009

So, I'm beginning to wonder if anyone else is looking forward to 2012 being as disappointing as Y2K was? I mean, logically, unless in the next two years the earth decides to spiral out of its orbit around the sun because we launch a few too many space shuttles made out of materials that we mined from the centre of Earth and threw off it's weight required to float around the sun in its balance of weight and speed, then why would the earth destruct and kill every living thing on it?
The likelihood of it happening is beyond ridiculously low, and seriously:
The Mayans probably wrote all sorts of interesting stories about inexplicable things like creation and recreation of the world. Luckily for us, we have examples of these stories throughout time: look at the bible. It's been around for a few thousand years.
It's also told of the coming of someone important for a long time now, and unless he's lost somewhere, I'm pretty sure it's not gonna happen. But I mean, believing in two different religions at the same time must be a really neat plan. Because technically, that's all this Mayan crap is. Just another religion.
At least the illogical beings are admitting that someone else may have been more intelligent now. Too bad they couldn't just give up and help us work on looking at archaeology or genetic evolution as some of the people are intelligent enough to work out missing details about, oh, I don't know: Darwin's work? Theory of Evolution? Ring a bell?

June 7 2009

Well, I'm living away from school now. :D I am officially in a house in the city that my school resides that is different from the one I had originally planned and written about. In fact, it is fairly different. For one thing, there was an awful horrible death in the room beside the front room... well. I mean, any death is awful and horrible, right?

And so now, I swear I can hear people talking on occasion, but if the windows are open I generally assume it was someone outside. Yesterday I'm fairly sure that I had seen someone who wasn't there walk up the stairs at the front where my vacuum routinely gives out as the engine does... something? I don't know. I still haven't figured out why my vacuum keeps having engine problems in the front hall while vacuuming the front mat and stairs.

Now, in this new house, I have two rooms. I have a room upstairs, which is the tiny room. I also have a room in the basement. It is the awesome room. I painted that one myself. I'm very proud of all the work I've done in this house. When I got here, there had originally been five people--one of which was a girl who claims to be semi-clean.

When I got here, there were piles of bug-ridden dishes on the kitchen surfaces; the back (I call them slave) staircase was covered with a sticky dust that was about an inch thick; the basement had been a grow-op, and I was surprised to see that the other half of the basement was regarded as a dumping ground by the previous tenants.

So, I've cleaned the kitchen, and the stairs and the bathroom; the front room has also been changed to remove dead plants, the rooms that I live in are cleaned and my landlord removed the trash from the basement and I used his shop vac to remove a year's collection of dirt, animal skin and dried pot leaves from the corners. (If you need me/I'll be downstairs/with the shop vac/you can call but I probably won't hear you/'cause it's loud with the shop vac on...)

Anyway, so after moving in and realizing that I'm slightly anal with the cleaning, I've also begun to embrace it. Yeah, so I like the house to be presentable (at least, the house that others will see. My rooms are still a mess with boxes everywhere, but I've cleaned and vacuumed those more than once, too.)

Still, I'm exasperated to learn that cats smell. Like, I don't know if it's just semi-unclean litter boxes or whether it's the cat itself, but let me tell you: my rats smell prettier.

Right. Rats. :D

Anyway I figure I've said enough.

March 3, 2009

White Horse-Taylor Swift

Yep, so I've realized that Taylor Swift has a song on her album, Fearless, for just about any possible feeling a girl about my age could possibly be exhibiting. Yay! I'm not alone in the world!

I wonder, though, if it's not on purpose. I mean, why else would I read random blogs depending on my mood? Why else would I write a blog that identifies what I'm feeling?

7 Things-Miley Cyrus

I mean, seriously. Let's look at these songs. Where am I in my daily life? Why else do we have entire websites dedicated to music and playlists referring to any given mood that any person could possibly want to be in!

Movies, too, are important as we have to use other things to evaluate our own lives... and feel normal. So I wonder: is it better that we have examples to live by, or is it a negative thing?

February 24, 2009

So, I finally found a fifth for the house (hereafter, generally referred to as 'my house' even though it's technically not) that the group of me and my friends are renting. For the most part, life's pretty good right now. It's like, just, even. Once in a while a terrible thing comes along, but sometimes, good also comes from it.
Short update today, really. Kinda jittery from the coffee I drank...it's sad 'cause it was only a double-double.
Also: I found ebay. It. Is. Awesome.
But I'll be spending money on there if I am not careful.
On the plus side, I'll get more crap!
Whoo!
Ooh, and I ordered the new charger for my battery. Yay!

February 17th, 2009

I realized today, that I have different views about a few really big things that might eventually come into play in my life.

It all started while I was watching "Without a Trace".

First, I thought that if I knew someone that I was close to who was receiving treatment for something that it would be unfair to push them to the extent of 'against their will'. For example religious reasons--with the exception of a child who was under the age of majority, and below the age of wherever I was legally, because that child should not be denied any treatment because of a parent's religion and beliefs. The child should be free to make decisions after the age of majority, when they are old enough to understand the consequences of their actions, by law.

Then, while I was thinking, I was trying to figure out what would have happened if I had pursued becoming a doctor. As a doctor, I would push to give the patients the treatment that they needed as long as the pros outweighed the cons, because why shouldn't something that can be helped, be helped?

And then, I was thinking that as a person, I would want my mother to have what she wanted, whether that was life or death.

Which led me to think about helping a person commit suicide, which I entirely disagree with, seeing as I can't comprehend suicide, because to me I have been raised to be disgusted by suicide. There is always worth in someone, regardless of their situation... or was there?

Is there? Can a pedophile ever be forgiven for what he or she has done? 

Can a person who murdered a close family member ever be forgiven, or accepted?

No. 

Not by me. They would deserve to be punished in the exact same manner that they caused the problem. If they killed, kill them.

And then: I could never banish someone to death. No, not those murderers, not someone who raped children. Life is precious. And if I were to kill them for killing someone of mine, it would be nothing compared to the guilt that they could suffer for the rest of their natural lives, if they were to know me. It would be a fate worse than death, perhaps instilling a need for suicide in them. 

Which would be fine by me.

But would they suffer guilt? Perhaps they were raised to think that they had the right to take a life? The guilt would never occur. Then, then I would vote for the death sentence.

And all of this filtered into: I really have a very skewed view of my own beliefs. I don't really know what I would do in any situation, because it depended on the situation; on the balance of outcomes. 

And I blame it on being Canadian, and watching American shows, and having certain beliefs. I believe, sometimes, an eye for an eye, but the school system says walk away, give everyone a chance. Believe in people. Even the bad guys have a reason to do what they do. 

Yet, no one has ever proved that pedophiles are acting the way they do for any reason; there's never been proof that like physical or emotional abuse, that there's a background reason for their actions.

Not to my knowledge anyway. Maybe I should search a little more into the subject, before I make assumptions.

So, I am left with the really confused section of thoughts: Who is right, and who is ever wrong if they are so easily swayed depending on environment, consequential proof, personal beliefs, morals of surroundings and a past? 

No one, and everyone, I suppose.

Another one of those 'everything is relative' things. Right and wrong are only right and wrong when a person believes them as such, and only by that person...

So how do we know that all of our laws are right?

February 15, 2009

So, yesterday was Valentine's Day. Yes, yes, love to anyone who needs it. Don't go killing yourself because no one wanted to be your valentine. They're not worth it anyway. You're better than they are.

Anyway, I'm sure that there's some Saint somewhwere going "aaahhhh... it's always about the chocolate". I wonder... was the person obsessed with cocoa beans? Why is there chocolate involved? Seriously...
I actually had to stop and think about this.
There are so many holidays in the Western world that involve things that we aren't supposed to be eating, or drinking, or doing... Nearly one a month. Holidays like April Fool's day, which aren't about doing things that we Westerners won't usually do (for health reasons, or because of our ingrained phobias of gaining weight and looking...fat...) aren't celebrated as widely, nor are they as... economically based?
Heh. How about that. I mean, how could anyone possibly turn a day like that day in August which is some sort of civic holiday. I can't even imagine the Sears posters up around the store:
"It's that day in August again! Save 2% on all fashions that are previously red tagged and also on the clearance racks!"
"TSITACH: Thank Sears It's The August Civic Holiday"
And heck, we might as well even find someone's name to throw in on the civic holiday...
I know...
August Civic Holiday (ACH): Nifzeta finished chapter six in the Aeneid Day!

Well, hey! If the governments and companies can do it for crappy days like Valentines day that really don't mean much or even have a significant background related to what the day is (Seriously guys, do you really only love your girlfriends once a year??? I mean, come on. And ladies: Why do you expect anything from him? What day does he have to get stuff from you? I mean, he does NOT want that teddy bear, regardless of the fact that he just said it's the cutest thing he's ever gotten, because you'll turn your back and he'll take it off the middle of the pillow you just laid it on, and then toss it into the pile of them that you've gotten for him since you two started dating.)

No, the best day I've ever heard of is Steak and a Blow Job Day (March 14th) (Facebook Group since the website was not... quite... 14A. : http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2245265187). Now there, right there, is a great holiday. And if we're going to be forced to observe the pitiful Valentine's day every year, then Steak and a Blow Job Day should also be observed.
It's only fair.
If the ladies expect a day all for them full of diamonds and chocolate and teddies and cards... men get a day of this.

And ladies (or men): Before you say anything to me: I am female. I am straight. And I have a boyfriend. I have never liked Valentine's day, either when I was single or not. I have never liked that holidays are so obsessed with economic value.
And I certainly do not wish that people should celebrate anything out of the peer punishment received if they avoid the celebration.

Which is what has really set me off in the first place.
Valentine's day, if it is celebrated, should be about love. First and foremost. I'm not saying go out and get laid, which I'm sure was a mantra of about half the sixteen year olds in every high school around where I was yesterday. I mean, think about what love means to you.
What does it mean to you?
Is it more important than other things? Less important?

Good. Now that you have thought about that, think about this: If it's more important than other things, why do you not celebrate it more often?
Why are you suckered into giving a gift to someone only on one specific day of the year, when it's expected? And how does that really show you care? Because you... pulled out your MasterCard or your Visa or your Debit or your cash and you handed it over to some kid behind the counter, selling half-dead (or possibly very nice, if you skipped work or other responsibilities)?

Every day is a good day to tell someone you love them. Every day is a good day to show someone you care. Every day, not just February the fourteenth, should be a day of celebrating the care that you have for others. Parents, significant others, friends, siblings, or any other acquaintance that you feel necessary to you should be shown every day that you are respectful of them, that you are thankful to have them, and that you might even, sort of, waaaayyy down deep, kinda sorta might just feel like... maybe...
You think Valentine's day is just a liiiiiiiiiitttllee too worked up by companies to be a good holiday.



...And if you feel that there is no one to love, and no one loves you, remember this: You should love you, because you're better, because you're in your head, and they aren't. Unless they are... in which case, you may need some form of medication, or you need to take out the glass tubing that you thought would be cool to have installed in your own head the other day.
It was a baaaddd idea, dude.
Seriously.

February 3, 2009

I am twenty tomorrow, and I feel old. Other than that, my computer needs to be formatted--again. It has like a six month death worm or something. It blue-screen-of-death'd me this morning. I was NOT happy. On the plus side, I have this awesome mac that I sit and mess around with when the Dell's being a bi... yeah. You know where I'm going with it.

The music that I'm listening to is all over the place since I'm intermittently renaming songs that my iTunes feels it necessary to rename in sets of four letters such as "LHFS" since I put music on my computer from my boyfriend's.

His computer's on the fritz, too.

My car has officially died, poor thing, a product of the temp guage melting, then a head gasket blowing, and some other thing. So, it overheated, blew the head gasket, and it costs more to replace than my car did when we got it. Seeing as the poor car has like, 489000 km on it, I'm going to say that's a hell of a long life, and I'm ready to sell the pieces, (some of which I replaced this summer. My car was fairly expensive for me this summer.)

So, now I'm looking for a new one. A cheap new one, actually.

Volkswagon, anyone? :D I would love one.

Anyway, for real, though, my dad's looking at a standard sunfire. I like them. I've thought they were cute for a while. I like the shape of them, and I like the inside. It also seems like every rugby player that I know drives them. I don't know. They're just a standard rugger car. He's looking at a two-door. Which is cool, too. Not like I need a fifteen door vehicle. There's one of me, and usually one passenger.

I just don't like the buses around here, and it's too cold to leave and stand at a bus stop after like, five at night, because then you freeze some interesting body parts off. Ones that you need.

Anyway, not much else going on. Let's see:

1)broken car

2)homework

3)iTunes and computer being a... yeah.

sounds about right!

Okay, I guess I'm off. Luck be with everyone.

January 18th, 2009

It has been a while since my last update. Sorry... :D

Anyway, I have been looking for a house here in the city that my school is, and as a result I have been a little more preoccupied. I've also decided that passing this semester would be really nice, because my one mark last semester ended up being a little less than passing, and as a result, although my other two marks are higher, I'm still running on a low mark.

What I Got-Sublime

Anyway, I found a house with a few friends, it's a gorgeous older four bedroom that's got a really weird bathroom in a random hallway that once solely led to the basement... but you know. I love the bedrooms where I will be living all the time, too.

Landslide-Dixie Chicks

The house is a bit older, it's a four bedroom, although at this moment in time, there are only three rooms that have people in it. My friend who is the only other girl signed in to live there is staying in her room with her boyfriend, so they're both paying for the one room and then we'll split utilities between as many people as there are living there, which is only currently signed to be four, since my boyfriend didn't want to give a definitive answer until he knows he can go in with us.

Anyway, since my camera battery is dead and the only method of charging it is otherwise undetectable (ahem, at my grandma's I think, from Xmas time), I have sort of drawn you some semblance as to the house layout...

Sin Wagon-Dixie Chicks

There are a few things that I'm not sure about because they don't look right on the drawing to me, and um... yeah. I'm not an architect. Sorry. Also: You might have to save and view separately... Overall in a clockwise direction starting from the far left little sticking out- thingie:

Front porch, staircase/hallway, kitchen and the arrow indicates the freak bathroom which also leads to the basement. Continuing on the first floor which is the first rectangle, down from the kitchen, it connects to the living/dining rooms which are undecided as to which one will be which.

I'm not really sure. The dark black lines are doors leading to outside. Yay. Front and back doors, we have a backyard with which to entertain, and it will be nice.

The next rectangle is the upper floor. So, from the top left: a bedroom which is the smallest and will likely be mine, the stairs coming up, a short hallway with exits toward both the large bathroom and another bathroom, then continuing clockwise we have a bedroom which will probably be my friend and her bf's room, and then a fourth bedroom. In the middle is just a little landing thing.

The basement just looks like a basement that's fairly short, so it's like, normal. It's got the washer, the dryer, and the laundry tub. Apparently it floods sometimes because of the river that runs through the city here.

You know, standard for houses by water.

Anyway. Can you tell how excited I am to move in to it? I'm liking it. We'll have to do some things to it, but I'm in love with it. So much so that I pretty much was just like, let's just take this one. I like this one. Yeah, that's nice, but it's not as good as the first one we saw.

Yeah. Had I been alone, I would have totally signed the lease right there.

Auld Lang Syne-Dropkick Murphys

Wonderful Tonight-Eric Clapton

So, that's mostly what I've been up to lately. That, and school. And, trying to pay for school, and I've been attempting to get a job.

Otherwise, I'd say, I'm doing pretty well.

Yessir, pretty darn well :D

Cocaine-Eric Clapton