It's been quite a long time since I've actually posted anything.
In the span of my last update and now, I have moved into my own apartment and turned 21. Hooray, right? Well, my birthday, from the recollections of it I have, was awesome. However, since I'm the oldest I've had to go to so many 21st birthday parties after this. Bars are expensive! Why is a glass of nice beer five dollars when the whole six pack of it costs eight?! I have avoided this scene for the most part unless I have to. Fortunately, being in college means that I am surrounded by fellow broke students and we don't end up at bars often.
The apartment is great, I love my roommates and we have pretty sweet pad. Moving in wasn't the most pleasant experience of all time. We leased the apartment in the middle of January and it was vacant. When we moved in on September 1st, it hadn't been painted, we didn't have working smoke detectors or a carbon monoxide detector, there were holes in the walls and we found a tampon in Ellie's ceiling. The outlets were uncovered, the garbage disposal didn't work, our toilet ran constantly. This place definitely wasn't up to code. It took us almost a week to get our hot water turned on because our landlord refused to have someone come and unlock the basement door. I have now mastered the art of taking a cold shower, but I'm glad it's not a necessity anymore. Our outlets are still uncovered and there's a bunch of stuff that they didn't do even after we sent a bitch list a mile long. Unfortunately, our landlord owns about 1500 properties and couldn't give a shit about most of these things and actually yells at you on the phone when you ask for something simple unless you threaten to report him to the Housing Authority.
The Ikea desk proved to make me hate Ikea even more. Matty, Corey and I spent about an hour trying to make sense of the charts, pictures arrows and numbers. After this we realized I was missing the most important piece, the actual board that is the desk itself. I had to shove it all back into the boxes and they sat in my room for over a month taunting me until my dad finally came and picked me and said desk up so I could return it. I swear I'm never shopping there again.
The election is less than a week away and I don't think it's any secret that I'm voting for Barack Obama. But lately I've seen so many movies and read so many things about disenfranchised voting that it makes me sick. In my sociology class the other day we read documents about fliers being sent out in poor minority areas stating that if any member of their family has committed a crime, they will be arrested and have their children taken from them if they show up to the polls. I'm disgusted by these scare tactics and I can see us having another stolen election. Please remember to go out and vote!
Tomorrow is Halloween! I am being Punky Brewster.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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