I could have written this

bahahaha

fuuuckk workkkkkk

I'm apparently working the day I'm supposed to move all my shit into my real room and next Saturday when I will most likely be hella hung over and in TORONTO. SO NO. I'M NOT COMING IN. FUCK YOU.

In other news I tried to have a nap today in my room on the ground level which was successful until my neighbor decided to blare techno music at 3 pm. It sounded like I was living next door to a club and the same beat was playing over and over and over again. The funny thing is when I came back to my room 3 hours later the same beat was still playing. WHAT THE FUUUCKK? I'm so glad I'm not living on that floor after this weekend.

Plus Matt found some sketchy beer bottles full of beer in my ceiling last night...they looked like they'd been there for years. Ew.

turn up yo swag

First night in rez was fun.
Chilled with Chantel, James and Matt all day pretty much.
Ate 3 burritos for dinner, played play station and Mario party at about 2 in the morning. Birdo won, dumb slut.
Ended up going to bed at 4 in the morning. Typical time for residence.





Semi tomorrow :)
PS- this is my 200th post.
Whhhhaaaaaattttttttt????
PPS-I can't spell.

Change of plan, again

I was all stoked to move to my room on R5 tomorrow but nooooo....
I went to go talk to the lady in charge of the residence stuff today to ask if was okay that me and Chantel move in tomorrow.
She said "oh, you said you were moving in, in 2 weeks so the room isn't available until next Monday."
That's great. So I'm like "now I have no place to sleep tomorrow or after semi," so she gives me a temporary room on R1 where all the RAs and the foreign kids live. Fun.
And I'm not even moving to R5 anymore, now it's R8 because she got me and Chantel's rooms mixed up. YAY more stairs.
So moving day keeps being pushed back and now it's on Monday (hopefully).


My first official night on rez is tomorrow night...in my temp room....

:|

The only way to move now

is forward.

New photos

up on my flickr account yo.

insensitive

I'm never telling you any of my personal shit again
because you just go and make jokes about it.
It's so not cool, it makes me feel like shit, it makes me think you don't care about me.

You can't even begin to understand what I've been through.