Thinking and Moving

I’m slowly getting settled in to my new apartment. My room is slightly larger than the one I had at the old place…however there are pesky little bugs everywhere. It’s disgusting really. We were promised that this place would be cleaned out properly over the summer, however that obviously never happened. The first two days were spent cleaning. I had to re-wash all of my clothing, towels and such that had been kept here over the summer. Everything is coming together though. I’m sure by the end of the week it’ll feel a little more like home.

As for my editing progress, I haven’t had a chance to do anything this week. However, I have two days a week off this semester, so I’ll be dedicating those days to working on my personal projects, at least until I have assignments and such to do. Then of course I’ll need to use that time for other things.

I still have a lot of things that I need to get done today. Seems I’ve lost my water filter…and a few other dishes which is bizarre. I know that they were packed away together but I have yet to find them. Honestly, I don’t think I can afford to buy a new one. They’re between $15-$30, but I still need to purchase my books for school, and pay my bills. I suppose in the long run having the filter is better than spending money on large water bottles an jugs every week.

I’ve considered getting a part-time job, but I just finished working two jobs and on top of that it’s my final year. I need to focus on my grades and I have to begin applying for graduate school. There’s a lot that I need to think about right now, which if I could I’d put it all off and forget the fact that I have responsibilities at all. Sadly, I’m one of those people who spend hours upon hours thinking about life, planning my next move, daydreaming about when and where. I’m always thinking about something. Unless I’m really engaged in a project or I’m captivated by a good book…I’m thinking about nothing and everything.

Well, I still have to eat my breakfast so I’d better get started on that. I’m pretty tired out right now. I’m surprised that I crawled out of bed at 8 o’clock this morning. Yesterday I was in bed until 11…which never happens. I’m an early riser. Id like to spent a few hours relaxing before I get rolling…I really don’t feel like doing much at all today. I’ll try to keep my spirits high. Try not to stress myself out over money like I did all summer.

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The HORROR!

Sooooo…I’m speechless right now. Went into my new apartment and the previous tenants trashed the place. It smells like weed and vomit. There are broken doorknobs and the fridge wasn’t cleaned out.

I don’t really know what to do. The painters are in there right now, they warned me about the mess. I just can’t understand why anyone would trash the place.

My landlord is MIA. No one can find him. He said we could pick up the keys at 10am. Now we can’t pick them up until 3pm.

I feel like he just threw me into a crappy apartment, and the reason why he only let us see the “show” apartment is because he knew that this one was disgusting.

At least the smell of fresh paint will cover up the smell. I actually want to throw up right now. Maybe I’ll buy a bucket load of those smelly…spray things…AIR FRESHNERS…and just spray the entire place. Open all the windows. Scrub the walls.

I washed my hands and put hand sanitizer on the moment I got out of there. I don’t know what to do…I’m just…why would you want to live in that mess? Seriously?

I can’t. Nope. I’m about ready to drop kick someone. God…why do people live like that? I mean, my older brother used to leave stuff everywhere in his room and in the basement. He was messy…I thought he was bad. Oh my God. I need to ask my mom for some of her masks and gloves. It smells so bad. I don’t wanna touch anything. I’m actually afraid of using the bathrooms. I don’t know what’s going to crawl out of the toilet.

Well…I guess…I’ll just…sit here and wait for my folks to show up…and I guess…I’ll just…yah…I don’t really know. I just…don’t know….

–R.

 

Blabbering

The school year is grimly inching towards us–especially for those of us who have to pay for the own bills now– and I’m trying to psychologically prepare myself before I move into my first apartment…with actual roommates that I barely know.

It’s just weird. Like…whoa. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like. It’s one of those things you just have to experience.

Like kissing. You’ll never know until you’ve kissed someone.

I still don’t know…unless being kissed by my three-year old niece counts? Maybe I’ll save my first kiss till marriage? That sounds like a challenge. I could probably do it too. I’m not a huge fan of physical affection.

Anyway! Back to whatever it was I was blabbering about. Oh yah, apartment.

So I don’t know what I need to live in my apartment other than food. Food is required for survival. Ha, ha…okay honestly, I don’t know if there is anything I need to purchase beforehand? I’m sure my parents have some idea of what I need but I don’t got a single clue Scooby Doo.

I just hope that this year I can master making friends and that I get along well with my roommates. I think that my job has seriously helped me overcome my shyness. In the past I’ve always had a hard time approaching people but now I seem to be able to make small talk with people who I barely know. I hope that I can apply this outside of my work environment. I’ve always wished I could become more social. Last year I was extremely lonely…like extremely. That is no way to spend your first year away from home. I had a lot of friends the first month of school and then they all got busy…or just didn’t care to get together after orientation week (oh well). At least I’m someone who enjoys being alone. Although it made it extremely hard for me to work on my novel because I was feeling unmotivated due to my lack of social interaction. This year my goal is to make some really good friends. I wanna meet cool, fun, smart people. People who like to be themselves and won’t judge me because I have cartoon characters on my socks… and who won’t assume I’m an otaku because I like manga and anime. My best friend growing up is from Japan. He lives in Japan. He got me stuff from Japan. I got into anime. I picked up a few words. That’s it. I’m not an otaku. I know that being an otaku is an insult. I ain’t stupid.

I don’t know why I went on about that. This post is pretty random. I’ll end things here just to prevent anymore weirdness.

Alright, bye for now!

— R.

P.S I know that blabbering isn’t a word but it totally should be.