Colour it in

Weellll, first year is over, I must say it was filled with all kinds of excitement I never anticipated. Mike sent me this picture recently of the house which he found on a news website.... I guess to remind me of the good times haha. Despite the strangeness and frustrations of living at 315 Josephine was an experience I will never forget, and one that people find hard to believe.

I moved all my stuff into my new house (which is Michelle's old house)  this past Monday, it only took a few trips with the handy dandy mini-van. Then one last frustrating conversation with the old crazy landlord over what to do with the keys to the old house, one more encounter with curry smelling Mheran (Moron) Butt, the drunken Jim, and body builder Mike of whom I feel I will actually miss, he told me he was going to get his pec fixed in TO and that I should visit  him in the hospital haha I doubt that will happen. Anywaysss, that's the end to the stories from this house. Now I'm just at home? I think I call it home to appease my parents...doing odd jobs and twiddling my thumbs... yaayyyy. 

I'm procrastinating....lots.

Recently I've discovered how much of a boozer Jim really is. During the day Jim often comes to the house to pick up stuff and complete other errands. Often these errands include grabbing a quick beer from the fridge, which has happened as early as 9:30/10ish in the morning!  However, I guess to save time, Jim has stored some of his beer in his truck, the other day I heard his truck back in (he always backs in...always) Jim got out, grabbed some stuff from behind the house, put it in his truck, grabbed and open beer from the back of the truck, chug half of it, and put the beer bottle back into his truck and then drove away.  Then today, at two separate times, I saw him pull into the driveway, get out, do some stuff, reach behind the passenger seat, pull out an open beer, take a swig, put it back, and drive away. Drinking and driving?

Ya know what's funny?  How dramatic and sensitive guys can be. Especially the guys in this house. This week has not been good. Again, I politely asked Miran and Jim to not converse in the kitchen at 2-4 AM in the morning. It is just not necessary, especially when they talk about the SAME THINGS every, single, night. Example of conversation, "You're racist, you're racist, no he's racist, no Femi was racist, you're brown, you're white, Lance is racist (Lance is apparently the ghost of the house).  In my head I'm thinking "you are BOTH racist we've established this on numerous occasions, now shuttt upppp".  Yeah.   Asking them to be quiet is met with " -insert multiple swear words here-" and they act like you just took away their favourite past time.

And then Mike......oh my goodnessssss, he seems to think that I should ALWAYS want to do something with him when he asks.  For example, Mike: Wanna come to shoppers? Me: no, sorry I don't need anything. Mike: (looks all offended) c'mon don't bail on me. Me: Wait what? I never said I would go in the first place....

OR  Tonight
Mike: Tell me when you are up for making cheesecake
Me: Sorry, I'm studying and I don't think I can do that till after exams.
Mike: It's impossible to study that long blah blah blah, (swear words at me).  *Walks upstairs all puffy*
Me: Okay Mr. "I only have 2 exams. "


OH best part is when my forever missing landlord who NEVER shows up when he says he will comes at the end of the month for rent and acts like it's MY fault that he hasn't been payed......

BLAAAHH why are people sooo stupiddd??? I actually hate it here, like today I walked into the driveway and actually said "I hate this house".

I CAN'T WAIT TO MOVE OUT.

Recently Miran and Mike have enacted a bad habit of not locking the front door at night, and Jim really hates it, so he told me that if he heard the door one night he would check to see if it was locked and if not he would lock it.  Mike just left and didn't lock the door, and all I heard was Jim opening his door, the *click* of the lock and Jim scurrying into his room. Mike is locked out. hahahaha!

The past three days at around 4- 5 AM Jim has set off the fire alarm while cooking. Even though it is frustrating, it has been kind of funny to wake up and hear him swear about it and scramble to take the alarms down.  Jim, in the past, has bragged about how quiet he is in the morning (he really isn't but if I nod while he brags he appears really proud...so I'll let him keep thinking that...).  The fire alarms going off really taints what he as made to be his reputation of being super quiet. He blames the fire alarms going off because of food stuck to the bottom of the stove that smokes, so I just found him on his hands and knees doing all he can to clean the bottom of the stove. It's really funny, because he is sooo determined to fix the cause of his reputation being tainted.

"Every once in a while I get a sudden fear over how little I actually know about bears."


Mike said this to me and then left.




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Me: Have you read The Hunger Games?
Mike: No, I'm not a girl.
Me: Wha? oohh, you mean being all obsessed with it? I guess so.... I haven't read it either..
Mike: I assumed you wouldn't have... you don't really act like a girl.
Me: hey! is that meant as a good thing or bad thing?
Mike: No judgment intended, I'm just saying, out of the many things you do, you play sports, you have a fishing license, you're in history and one of your favourite movies is braveheart.... on top of all that you play Age of Empires.
Me:..... yeah... I guess I see where you are going with this.

I'm not sure if this is a good reputation or a bad one.. hahaha
 and then he showed me one of his twitter posts he had written about me.... "Just caught my guitar-playing roommate playing Age of Empires on her study break. Guys, get in line. Seriously"...


 .... Not really sure how I feel about this...