SHUTCHYO MOUTH.

today was so good to me!
of course i was ten minutes late to my 9 oclock class with only 8 people in it.
i walked in and had to squeeze past people with my huge bags and the teacher handed me the roll because i was the only one not signed in. so i write my name on it and hand it back to him. he looks and it and starts to lecture us on following instructions. apparently at the top it said write your name, last name first. and i had written alexandra robinson.
and he looked and me and i was just like "oh...sorry."
AWKWARD!
but then we learned how to write the alphabet! i should put a picture of it up. its a really fun class, drafting.
after class me and my friend dana went to her apartment. i didn't do an assignment we thought was due today and she had an extra so we went to print one out for both of us. her apartment was tiny and ghetto. and she lives alone. it was cute, but seriously so small.
then we went to historical styles and i took three pages of notes in an hour and half, that class is IN. TENSE.
you really have to pay attention, she goes so fast-but enough of that boring stuff.

we have these cats. that reside outside our windows at night. and really, they sound like they're in a WHOLE lot of pain. i can't hear them tonight. but we've heard them the last 4 or 5 days and i die everytime i hear them. last night i text casey (our wall is a curtain.) and was like those cats. right when i got a text from her saying "those cats are dying again!!!" and then i heard her recieve a text then laugh and i really died laughing and it was 2 am. we couldn't sleep, i don't know why the sound of cats moaning didn't get us to sleep.

me, oscar (www.youtube.com search =" oscar on eternal families "), casey, and a man (who wants a piece) named Rob went to I HOP. it was the unlimited pancake special. the good quote of the day came from this.
oscar is from new york and has lived here his whole life so has a really thick thug accent. he was very messily eating his 'all you can eat pancakes' and i remarked
"you are the messiest eater in the world!!" as he was dripping syrup all over. he immediately lashed out, pointed at me and said
"SHUTCHYO MOUTH LOOK ATCHYO SLEEVE!" and we all looked and i had the biggest piece of hash brown stuck on my sleeve.

we all got a pretty good laugh.

then those boys walked us home and i was laughing so hard i snorted (i think for the first time ever) and i had tears streaming from my face. everyone keeps asking me and casey, and me and morgan how long we've known each other because we get along so well. i told them tonight that casey was sent straight from jesus into my apartment.


i hate my apartment but love my room, too bad i have to leave it. but i will be so pleased and so suprised to have so much leg room in my new bedroom that i don't have to share!
p.s. i got rob to help me move. uh.


p.p.s. couch boy moved out! he didn't say anything about his missing alcoholic beverage and we can freely and happily roam around our apartment in leggings and a tank top and not be uncomfortable.

typing to annoy our couch 'tenant'.

so last night i was on my computer feeling woozy and sick. my light was off and i was laying in bed under the covers. couch boy came home and came into my room and seemed surprised to see me in there. he was like "wow what are you doing home its a saturday night blah blah, did your plans not go through...."
he was changing and hanging his clothes up in my closet and i shut my computer and put it on the floor and laid down. he continued to talk, obviously drunk, and i continued to give him short answers. when i said that the party we went to sucked he said "you'll get over it." and i was like what? and he was like "......" and i said "what did you say?" and he was like "oh, i think i misheard you."
so i think he was sassing me and felt dumb when i called him on it. finally, he left my room and went into the main room and was talking loudly with katarina. luckily i'm a heavy sleeper and it didn't keep me up.
so this morning i got up, ate breakfast in here with the light on, showered, all that jazz. got ready in my room while watching a movie (i made sure to keep the door open so he could hear it).
an hour before church starts i get my heels on. really, i already ate breakfast, but i act hungry. i walk into our main room with my heels clanking on the hardwood floor and loudly make myself a sandwich. wow, he has an open alcohol bottle in the fridge with no lid.
to dump it or not to dump it?

if he approaches me i'll say "well it was on the top shelf with no lid and i figured you were done with it and i didn't want it to fall and spill everywhere, sorry!!"

i have to get ready for church now hopefully he wakes up sometime soon or is annoyed. i think i'll go dump the alchy.

this is not your bedroom.

i posted a very long.
very funny post on here just barely.

about how i'm typing in the kitchen because...
ahh i am annoyed, it deleted it.




lets just say, there is a bro here that isn't paying rent. and that is living on our couch for free. since we only have one main room, he thinks it is his bedroom and it isn't. i'm typing in here because i hate him and want him to leave.


since its only midnight here and i can ever FREAKING SLEEP, i'll try to pull together what i lost.

okay literally two days before moving to NYC, the landlord told me that one of the roommates was having her guy friend stay here. being very panicky, nervous, and desperate-i said it was okay. well, two weeks later-ITS NOT OKAY.
we have a three bedroom, one bathroom apartment. all these rooms are connected by one huge room that is the living room/kitchen. well that is where he sleeps on OUR couch, and thinks is his room. for two weeks, we have not bothered him. whenever he is sleeping, i never go in there or turn on the lights. actually, whenever he is HOME i never go in there, because its awkward. we literally all just stay in our room when he is here.
well on saturday afternoon (seriously, it was 11:45a.m.) casey returned home from shopping. she didn't turn on any lights or open the blinds or anything, she just quietly put all her dishes away while he slept on the couch. she started to make lunch and accidently dropped her bowl and it made a loud noise. she said "sorry!!' and he said "just keep it down." well that pushed us both over the edge. we are the ones paying rent, HE IS NOT. that is OUR kitchen, we should not be uncomfortable in there, we should be able to live as if no one is in there, because he is not paying rent. he will have been here for over a month, living for free. ever since he said "keep it down" in your own house!! on a saturday afternoon!! its been even more awkward then ever. i have been spending unusual amounts of time in "HIS ROOM". i never make eye contact with him, its pretty awkward. oh and to add to it--his suitcase is in our front room sprawled everywhere. he never folds his blankets or cleans up his clothes. all his stuff including books, paperwork, and his computer are sprawled all over the table, he keeps his clothes in MY CLOSET!!! so he comes in every mother effing morning turns on the light and gets his clothes out of my closet. AND HE DOESN'T DO HIS DISHES. or help out around the house at all. i seriously asked him yesterday if he'd take out the trash because it was a huge black bag. our convo
me-"will you please take out the trash tomorrow?"
him-".....i guess."
me-"???"
him-"well i knew that question was coming, so yeah i guess i will."
me-"well its a huge bag and you're the only guy here. i guess i can TRY to take it out??"
him-"no its fine, i will."

well turns out he never took it out, so casey had to.

wow.
he's going to be so sorry he lived here.
the first time i typed all of this, i made food and ate it and used my computer on the kitchen table while he was trying to sleep. of course i was typing as loud as i could and OF COURSE i had to wash dishes to use because no one ever washes their own. while i was typing, he got up and turned off the light that i had on. lol.


in other news, we went to heath ledger's house.
it was really nice, not too many people were there, and it was a nice memorial.


i'll write tomorrow. while he's trying to sleep.

:)