Officially, I am in my junior year of college. My apartment with B is all pretty-fied and decorated with Where’s Waldo posters, mustaches, a “Believe” poster for Sasquatch, and a bajillion other random awesome things. Maybe I’ll post pictures. But for now, below is our shower curtain.You can get your own from Urban Outfitters:
Anyways, The Place Where the Awesome People live is on the first floor, which was such a miracle when moving stuff in, especially since I have been living on the third floors of buildings with no elevator. Also had to move in mini-fridges. Not fun. But not this year! This year is magical. No mini-anything to move in, we have a dishwasher, a kitchen and laundry machines you don’t have to walk the gauntlet and the Mojave desert to get to, and NO STAIRS. Let me repeat, NO STAIRS. This may be slightly more exciting to me than you, so let me explain. Last year, I partially dislocated my left knee. While this may seem less severe than tearing something, IF YOU TEAR SOMETHING THEY CAN DO SURGERY TO FIX IN. If you FULLY dislocate it, they can pop it back in and you’re fine. If you partially dislocate, you are up Coffee Creek without a stirrer stick. So they sent me home with an exoskeleton and the instructions not to do a ton. Then I’d start Physical Therapy. So yeah, stairs were evil is the moral of the story.
Back to the apartment. So this apartment is perfect. Not tiny, not so big I’ll get lost or it looks empty. There is only one down side to this place. And that is that WE ARE ON THE FIRST FLOOR. Yes, this is counterproductive to my point before. But that was before I heard the party monkey-screechers who live upstairs. I swear they had a herd of horses galloping around up there last night. I was not amused. Since classes haven’t started yet, I can see their side, but if it happens every weekend, I WILL go all Evil Queen on their asses. Like this:
Actually, this will be nothing in comparison. Anyways, even with the trampling dinosaurs upstairs (notice I am not calling them elephants because I love elephants. I also love dinosaurs. Except velociraptors, Those were ruined for me by Jurassic Park. So they’re now velociraptors), the apartment is spectacular….
Okay, seriously velociraptors, it’s not even noon. No drum circles. This blog is so turning into “Dear Assholes above me”.
Eccentric Elephants 