Tuesday, September 8, 2009

SLO to O

ever since heather and i moved in, there has been an unprovoked puddle steadily growing in our apartment--just seeping up from the floor with no reference as to its cause. by now i know quite a few of the maintenance men by name and have grown accustomed to their presence in my home. today they finally pulled the walls apart and discovered which pipe has lost it. they will be turning off our water this afternoon and hopefully the problem will finally be resolved. otherwise we're going to have a massive dehumidifier as company for the next eight months. it's very nice and all--blue--but i would rather have my hallway uncluttered (if you can call a 2ft by 2ft patch of floor a hallway).

in other news, the douchebags that live down the hall continue to be douchebags. one of them, the asian one, told heidi that he doesn't really want to date me, but thinks he will this year.
excuse me?
what is that supposed to mean?
so if he (or they) want to pay for me when we go to Denny's and Red Robin and maybe even the movies, i won't complain. it's their right to waste their own money. but other than that they aren't getting anything from me. or ... giving.
(douchebags shall remain nameless in the blog, to protect their identities and clueless way of life)

in regards to O-Day, filming was amazing, fast paced, and stressfull. i'm going to upload the footage today and see if i got anything good. interviewing incoming freshmen and their parents was really intimidating, but i got plenty of leadership interviews and advice for incoming freshmen. should be some good times. i have also had two musicians offer up their music. things are looking up. TWUSA has agreed to fork over the money for camera repairs. excellent! hopefully GL2 will be in and out of the shop in no time.

Baby finally has her own parking spot... but a bird decided to crap all over her while she was in her old one. she can't get washed for another three weeks because of the body work she just had done. maybe i will take pitty on her and go out with a bucket of warm water and just rinse her off.

Jamie out.

1 comment:

  1. Bird poop is bad for the paint anyway.

    Facebook me the boys' names and I will pray that pieces of their anatomy start falling off... just a little. You know, to freak them out.

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